86: Bet your life! The loser will kill himself on the spot

“Detected the stunning beauty Yin Feise, with a comprehensive score of ninety. Host, please make the following choice:”

“Choice One: Too seductive, difficult to control. Reward: A green hat.”

“Choice Two: No matter how seductive she is, directly suppress her. Reward: A Saint Body Origin.”

“Choice Three: Win over Zhao Yu and conquer her together. Reward: A sword will stab you to death.”

“System, I choose two.”

“Congratulations, Host, you have received a Saint Body Origin.”

While Cao Nie was sizing her up, Yin Feise was also sizing up Cao Nie.

As a seductive woman, the hint of wickedness in Cao Nie's eyes made her body go soft, and a blush involuntarily appeared on her face.

Zhao Yu's attention was completely on Bai Ningbing, and he didn't notice Cao Nie eyeing his woman at all.

Little did he know that in Cao Nie's heart, Yin Feise had already become his prey.

Bai Ningbing led Cao Nie and the others down from the warship.

Zhao Yu's gaze then fell on Cao Nie and the others, and he proactively asked, “Aunt Bai, may I ask who these people are?”

When he looked at Cao Nie, a feeling of disgust rose in his heart, without any reason, just disgust.

Bai Ningbing introduced, “This is Clan Leader Cao. For ten billion spiritual crystals and an Eighth-Rank Spiritual Sword, Clan Leader Cao will sell us the nine nether dark iron.”

Zhao Yu was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

The nine nether dark iron was indeed worth that price.

But the spiritual crystals of his Heaven Sword Manor didn't just come out of thin air.

This Aunt Bai also didn't know how to use her influence to suppress others.

Before he could think further, Bai Ningbing continued, “This is Cao Gu, the Fourth Elder of the Cao Clan. He is an Weapon Saints. According to your father's request, we invited an Weapon Saints to help, with a reward of ten million spiritual crystals.”

They were all surnamed Cao, all part of the same group.

Zhao Yu discreetly transmitted a message to the Asking Dao Realm elders behind him.

When they learned that Cao Nie was at the Asking Dao Realm cultivation, they couldn't help but be shocked.

Cao Nie looked at the gray-robed old man behind Zhao Yu.

This old fellow actually used his divine sense to probe him; did he really think he wouldn't notice?

Cao Nie's terrifying divine sense surged out madly.

The elders' breathing hitched, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads.

The strength of a cultivator could be demonstrated in various aspects: divine sense, pressure, aura, primordial spirit, and so on.

Cao Nie's divine sense gave them a feeling of facing the Manor Lord.

The gray-robed old man cried out internally, 'Impossible.'

Divine sense is linked to the primordial spirit.

Such a powerful primordial spirit, doesn't that mean...

In terms of primordial spirit strength, this inconspicuous Clan Leader Cao before them was already comparable to the Manor Lord.

He quickly told Zhao Yu of his discovery.

After learning of it, Zhao Yu swallowed hard.

He had almost tried to bully them and get something for nothing just now.

Fortunately, the First Elder's transmission was timely, otherwise, if he had provoked a powerful expert for no reason, his father would surely have beaten him to death.

Zhao Yu suppressed his thoughts and said kindly, “Don't worry, both of you. Aunt Bai's words are my father's words. The spiritual crystals and the spiritual sword will be presented in full.”

Cao Nie scoffed inwardly.

If he didn't show his true strength, he would be underestimated.

If Zhao Xiao couldn't refine a Ninth-Rank Spiritual Sword, he wouldn't have come at all.

“Zhao Yu, where is your father? When will he return?” Bai Ningbing asked again.

Zhao Yu was about to answer.

A hearty laugh came from the sky.

“Hahahaha, Madam, we truly are of one heart, returning on the same day.”

Everyone looked up and saw three streaks of light pierce the sky, descending not far from the plaza.

The person leading them was dressed in a grey and white Daoist robe, moving without wind. His silver hair was casually tied with a wooden hairpin, and a long beard hung down to his chest, showing his age. His face was thin, his eyes bright and piercing, and his withered hands were covered with sword calluses and alchemy fire marks.

Behind him followed two middle-aged men, both over fifty.

The three came before everyone.

Zhao Yu, along with the elders behind him, bowed deeply.

“Greetings, Father.”

“Greetings, Manor Lord.”

Bai Ningbing smiled, took a few steps forward, and said softly, “Husband, you're back.”

Zhao Xiao stroked his long beard, preparing to embrace Bai Ningbing's slender waist, but Bai Ningbing raised her hand to block him.

She subtly linked her arm with his and began to introduce Cao Nie and the others.

“This is Clan Leader Cao, the nine nether dark iron…”

Zhao Xiao listened calmly.

His heart was as dark as still water.

How could Bai Ningbing's small actions escape him?

With his twenty thousand years of experience and countless women, he could tell at a glance that Bai Ningbing was hiding something from him.

Although Bai Ningbing would refuse his embrace in the past, she would not openly reject him in front of everyone.

Zhao Xiao scanned Cao Nie and the others. His intuition told him it was related to these people.

With a thought, a hint of pain flashed across Bai Ningbing'sTalk freely face, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was still under control, and her primordial yin was still there.

With his pseudo-king level talent, the Heavenly Dao Golden Bell had rung eighteen times when he broke through to the Asking Dao Realm.

As long as he didn't die, he had hope of becoming a Tribulation Extinction Realm peak existence before his lifespan ended.

He wanted to become an immortal.

With his pseudo-king level talent, he had this hope.

Furthermore, ten thousand years ago, during his travels through the surrounding thousand domains, he met Bai Ningbing, who possessed a cauldron body, which further increased his chances of becoming an immortal.

He hadn't expected that in less than ten thousand years, Bai Ningbing's cultivation would almost catch up to his.

If he couldn't break through to the Tribulation Extinction Realm this time, he was prepared to use Bai Ningbing earlier.

If he did break through, he could still keep Bai Ningbing for some time.

After Bai Ningbing finished her introduction.

Zhao Xiao frowned and looked at Cao Gu, who was beside Cao Nie.

“Madam, you also invited an Weapon Saints?!” He stared at Cao Gu, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Cao Gu was only at the Gui Xu Realm cultivation, how could he possibly be an Weapon Saints?

An Weapon Saints corresponds to the Asking Dao Realm; could it be that he, like himself, was a rare genius seen only once in ten thousand years?

The artifact refining realm needed to be higher than one's own cultivation.

This situation could only be achieved if one's primordial spirit was stronger than one's own cultivation.

“He's an Weapon Saints? You must be kidding.” A black-robed middle-aged man behind Zhao Xiao stepped forward, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Another middle-aged man also said, “A mere ant at Gui Xu Realm Seventh Layer, it's already good if he can become an Instrument Venerable. And he's so old, does he really think he's an old genius?”

The sarcasm in their tone was evident to everyone.

Zhao Xiao frowned. Cao Nie was at the Asking Dao Realm Fourth Layer; he couldn't completely disregard him.

But he only needed nine Weapon Saintss for assistance.

Now, including Cao Gu, there was one extra, which meant an additional ten million spiritual crystals as compensation, a significant loss.

Cao Gu, upon hearing this, showed neither joy nor anger.

His decisive gaze fell upon Cao Nie.

Cao Nie didn't care about the ten million spiritual crystals; his goal was for Cao Gu to use this opportunity to deepen his artifact refining skills.

Just as Zhao Xiao was thinking about how to politely decline Cao Gu.

He heard Cao Nie say calmly, “Let's have a competition. The loser withdraws.”

Upon hearing this, the two Weapon Saintss beside Zhao Xiao became even more disdainful.

“A competition? Him? Is he even worthy?”

“No exaggeration, I could beat him like slaughtering a dog even if I let him have one hand.”

Facing their rampant mockery.

Cao Nie stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, “Fourth Elder, do you have confidence?”

Cao Gu slowly stepped forward, his emaciated figure casting a chilling shadow on the ground: “Since you two are so confident, why don't we bet our lives? The loser… commits suicide here.”