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Chapter 85 Qin Tian: "Why not ask Lan He if he fears me!"

"Holy crap, no wonder Brother Lan didn't sell me the puppet from the Heavenly Blade Ruins!"

Below the stage, on the side of the Divine Dynasty, Mo Leng was completely stunned, and a curse escaped his lips. He stared wide-eyed at the sixteen spirit puppets, muttering, "So that's what they were used for—exchanging heads on the Heavenly Ranking, what a vicious method, what a cruel heart!"

The Divine Dynasty cultivators beside him exchanged bewildered glances and couldn't help but whisper, "Boss, what are you talking about?"

Mo Leng snapped out of his daze, swallowed hard, and said in a low voice, "What do you know? This move was too shrewd. By offering bounties, they mobilized everyone on the Hundred Dynasties battlefield to kill the people of the Tianyuan Dynasty, without even lifting a finger themselves. The Tianyuan Dynasty is likely to find itself in dire straits from now on."

He paused, then added, "And look at those spirit puppets, many of them came from the Heavenly Blade Ruins. I begged him for ages to sell them, but he wouldn't. Turns out they were waiting here—"

Mo Leng shook his head, momentarily unsure whether he was admiring or afraid.

"This Brother Lan—we can't afford to offend him, we really can't afford to offend him."

He gazed at the closed door of the private room on the second floor, a complex look flashing in his eyes, and murmured, "Whether in terms of intellect or talent, he is a top-notch choice. If the Immortal Dynasty produces a Lan He, it will probably prosper for a hundred years."

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His tone carried a mix of emotion, envy, and a hint of inexplicable relief—relief that he had chosen to stand with Lan He from the very beginning, rather than becoming his enemy.

The cultivator from the Divine Dynasty beside him leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Boss, should we—take it?"

Mo Leng was silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Of course I'll accept."

The cultivator was taken aback: "Huh?"

Mo Leng patted his shoulder and laughed, "What do you know? I trust Brother Lan. Since he dared to do this, he must have his reasons. With him leading the Immortal Dynasty, its rise is only a matter of time."

"Our divine dynasty can get a share of the profits too, it's not a loss."

He paused, his gaze falling on the sixteen spirit puppets on the stage, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Besides, I'm even drooling over those level-five sword puppets. If I'm lucky enough to get a few heads and trade them for one to play with, that would be a huge profit."

The cultivator was dumbfounded, and after a long while, he managed to stammer, "Boss is wise—"

At this moment, with the final item sold, the auction came to an end. However, the crowd did not disperse but instead surged to the front of the stage to sign the reward agreement with Song Tai.

After all, no one can trust anyone else in this kind of situation. If you go to claim the reward with a severed head, and the other party reneges on their promise, you'll be at a huge loss.

But things are different when Song Tae is around.

This town garrison commander of Wanxiang Town, a deacon of the Sword Sect, represents the prestige of a super sect. With him as their guarantor, everyone had no worries; even if the Immortal Dynasty defaulted on its debt, the super sect would stand up for them.

One by one, the cultivators pressed their fingerprints on the agreement and received their respective bounty tokens. Some were excited, some were apprehensive, but most had pairs of burning eyes.

The heads of people from the Tianyuan Dynasty were extremely valuable.

Song Tai stood at the front of the stage, watching the endless stream of people, then looked up at the empty private room on the second floor, his lips twitching slightly.

"This kid is quite adept at using others to do his dirty work."

He shook his head, but a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes: "However—I'm really growing to like this kid more and more."

Meanwhile, at the side entrance of the auction house.

A gray figure slipped out furtively; it was the same cultivator from the Tianyuan Dynasty who had spoken up for them in the auction house. His face was grim, and his steps were hurried, as if he wanted to leave this place of trouble immediately.

However, as soon as he turned a corner in a small alley, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

At the alley entrance, a figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him calmly.

Blue River.

The gray-clad man's pupils constricted, and he instinctively turned to run, only to find that there was another person behind him. Lan Ying was standing with her arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.

"What—what do you want? This is Wanxiang City! It's guarded by a powerful sect; you can't just do whatever you want!"

The man in gray shouted, his voice trembling, his bravado masking his inner fear.

Lan He didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and gently shook it.

An invisible force instantly enveloped the gray-robed man, lifting him into the air. His cultivation at the Third Stage Nirvana Realm was...

He was as powerless as an infant before me.

"you----"

Before the gray-clad man could finish speaking, Lan He casually removed the Qiankun bag from his waist.

Lan He probed into it with his spiritual power, searched for a moment, and took out a token. The token was golden, with a great sun engraved on it, and was the token of the Tianyuan Dynasty.

Lan He toyed with the token, then looked up at the man in gray, his tone indifferent: "From the Tianyuan Dynasty?"

The man in gray was deathly pale, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

I won't kill you today.

Lan He released his grip, letting the gray-clad man collapse to the ground. He looked down at him, his tone calm yet unquestionable: "Go back and tell Qin Tian that if he wants the bounty revoked, he'll bring the people of the Tianyuan Dynasty to Wanxiang City to see me in person. I'll be here, waiting for him."

The man in gray felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled out of the alleyway without looking back and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Lan He withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the shadows at the corner of the alley, and a figure walked out with a grin—it was Mo Leng.

"Oh dear, I always felt this guy was acting suspiciously; he's probably a spy from the Tianyuan Dynasty."

Mo Leng leaned closer, rubbing his hands together and laughing, "I didn't expect Brother Lan to think the same way as me! Great minds think alike!"

Lan He glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Mo Leng gazed in the direction the gray-clad man had fled, then suddenly sighed and shook his head with regret: "What a pity, what a pity. Brother Lan, you should have kept him to deliver the message, otherwise I could have gathered one-fifth of the sword puppets."

Lan Ying rolled her eyes: "One-fifth? You wish."

Mo Leng chuckled, unconcerned, and looked at Lan He with admiration in his eyes: "Brother Lan, that was a ruthless move. Now, let's wait and see the show."

half a month later.

In a magnificent palace within the city where the Tianyuan Dynasty was stationed.

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The atmosphere in the hall was so oppressive it was suffocating.

A cultivator covered in blood knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse as he reported, "My lord, this is the seventh incident—our brothers who went out to train have been ambushed and killed one after another in the past half month. The perpetrators have no fixed identities; some are from high-level dynasties, some from ordinary super dynasties, and even a few from the top ten super dynasties are taking advantage of the chaos—"

Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his back to everyone, without saying a word.

Another man in gray knelt down; it was the spy Lan He had released at the auction that day. He lowered his head and, with a trembling voice, repeated Lan He's words verbatim.

"He instructed his subordinates to tell the lord that if he wanted the bounty to be revoked, he should bring people from the Tianyuan Dynasty and personally go to Wanxiang City to see him. He said that he was waiting for the lord there."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

A moment later, Qin Tian suddenly turned around and slammed his palm on the sandalwood table beside him.

boom!

The entire wooden table instantly turned into shovel powder.

"You arrogant little brat!"

Qin Tian laughed in fury, his eyes filled with a murderous intent that almost materialized. "Using underhanded tactics is one thing, but you want to fight me head-on?"

He strode to the window, his gaze fixed on the direction of Vientiane City, his voice low and thunderous: "I want to ask that Lan He if he's afraid of me!"