What does it an to be a Peak Golden Core stage cultivator with a bone age of less than fifty?
It ans that as long as there are no accidents, this person will definitely achieve the Nascent Soul realm and beco a master of one’s own sect. He even has the hope of breaking through to the Tribulation Crossing realm!
Such a talented disciple is probably a once-in-a-millennium occurrence in ordinary sects, and even in the 3 Ancient Sects, the Taoist, Buddhist, and Demon Sect, there are only a few that appear every hundred years.
How could such a genius disciple of the Demon Sect beco the head of the Demon Artifact Pavilion?
It’s unlikely that he’s really the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect and then went crazy, right?
"I heard that the fight for the title of the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint is extrely brutal, and now it seems that the rumors may not be false," Miss Kirin shook her head.
Her boss’s words also aroused the Red Robe Catchers’ thoughts.
"Perhaps... he doesn’t have hysteria? He was just forced to co here and is joking about his situation?"
"But why impersonate the Demon Sect’s Holy Saint?"
"He probably used the na of that Demon Sect’s Holy Saint, Luo Wusheng, who holds a dominant position, to gain so advantage."
"Clearly he’s also a generation’s genius, and yet he has fallen to this point... the Demon Sect is truly cruel. That Demon Sect’s Holy Saint is likely to be a ruthless and powerful demon overlord in the future."
The Red Robe Catchers speculated one after another.
Miss Kirin looked on with satisfaction.
They were indeed her subordinates. With just a little prompting from her, they were able to co up with so many ideas.
But she couldn’t let them continue to speculate.
Dong dong
She tapped on the carriage board again to quiet the Red Robe Catchers down.
"The words just now reminded of sothing. Since the Netherkin is causing trouble outside the city, even if its escape techniques are strange, it must have a hiding place, and it won’t be too far from the city," Miss Kirin said. "Let’s explore this area first, and then return to the Six Gate Bureau when the city is banned—- You, take this carriage to the city."
She pointed to one of the Red Robe Catchers.
That Red Robe Catcher bowed and complied to her orders.
......
At this mont, Luo Wusheng was walking on the streets of the city, but he had no interest in admiring the scenery of the city.
The incident with the bald coachman’s hearse began ten days ago.
And ten days ago was the day he awakened his mories, and the day he decided to co to the city.
Baldness, Buddhist schools, and Demon Purging War...
So things should not be associated with each other, or else they would inexplicably feel uneasy.
"That bald coachman couldn’t really be a Buddhist, right? No, no, just because he’s bald doesn’t an he’s a Buddhist. And why would the Buddhists be interested in anyway? The Demon Purging War is still nearly a year away, and the Buddhists have their own big things to worry about. Even if I am the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect, the actions of a small Golden Core cultivator like wouldn’t attract the attention of those big shots. I’m probably just overthinking it.
But if the Buddhists really are targeting ...
Without thinking, Luo Wusheng reached for the wooden short sword at his waist and held it in his hand.
[I’ve already arrived at the Royal City, what about you?] he ssaged Lu Yuliu.
[I just left Xuan Yuan States and am heading towards Sword Province on my flying sword. I should be able to find an inn tonight and return to Sword Sect tomorrow] she replied.
Luo Wusheng’s face relaxed upon receiving the response and he started to write back.
[Be careful not to get scamd at the inn and don’t drink and fly on your sword. Driving when you are drunk is dangerous. Improper sword-flying will bring tears to your loved ones] he warned.
After sending the ssage, he smiled slightly in relief.
Fortunately, the protagonist is still on his side, in a sense. The sword fairy is like his lucky charm. As long as the real protagonist doesn’t have any problems, he feels that things are still stable.
Well...he still needs to be careful of the Buddhists. If they really want to target him, they wouldn’t just send a coachman to pretend. If they had other tricks up their sleeves, there would definitely be traces left behind.
In any case, he needs to be careful of bald people around him in the future.
Luo Wusheng feels like he’ll eventually develop PTSD from bald people.
At this mont, his wooden sword trembled and a ssage from the sword fairy arrived.
[Although I didn’t really understand what you were saying, I feel like you were mocking . I’m angry now and won’t ssage you anymore,] she wrote.
In his mind, Luo Wusheng could almost see the beautiful woman pouting with her cheeks puffed out. He shook his head and laughed.
He didn’t know when he would be able to see this girl again.
Putting his short sword back at his waist, Luo Wusheng’s footsteps beca noticeably lighter.
Left turn, straight ahead, right turn, right turn, right turn...
He had arrived at the Demon Artifact Pavilion!
Let take a look at the starting point of my great kingdom!
Look at that wall, what wonderful graffiti! Look at that building, with all its bumps and craters, it’s so interesting! And look at that plaque, it’s actually placed on the ground! What a creative design!
"Very well, it looks like I’ve co to the wrong place."
Standing at the entrance, Luo Wusheng turned his head and was about to leave.
"Brother, please stay!"
Luo Wusheng’s footsteps only paused for a mont before a tall and thin figure threw himself in front of him, rolling directly to his feet.
This person had a disheveled appearance and was so skinny that one could almost see his bones through his tattered clothes. When he got up from the ground, he smiled sheepishly at Luo Wusheng, revealing his white teeth.
"Hehe— Brother, are you looking to buy artifacts? You look like you’re new to the Royal City. Why don’t you co to my Demon Artifact Pavilion and take a look?"
The man dressed as a beggar piled on a smile: "Let tell you, my Demon Artifact Pavilion is an industry of the Demon Sect! Do you know the Demon Sect? It’s the ancient sect that controls Three Thousand Demon Domains. You won’t lose out by buying weapons here!"
Luo Wusheng was forced to accept a fact he didn’t want to accept.
This was the Demon Artifact Pavilion.
The entire four-story building was dilapidated, with bricks and tiles falling apart. The walls were covered with red paint that read "pay your debts," and the signboard had been lying on the ground for who knows how long, covered in dust and footprints.
This wasn’t starting from scratch, it was starting from a deficit!
It was like a nightmare beginning.
Looking at the enthusiastic salesman in front of him, Luo Wusheng could see his future self.
"What’s your na?"
Luo Wusheng’s gaze was a bit complicated.
"Brother, are you interested in our Demon Artifact Pavilion? I’m Hu Dingtian, and I’m willing to introduce you to our unparalleled artifacts!"
Said the person, who is now nad as Hu Dingtian, while trying to lead Luo Wusheng inside.
But Luo Wusheng didn’t move, and instead asked, "Aren’t you a disciple of the Demon Sect? Haven’t you seen before?"
Hu Dingtian was stunned.
"As a staff mber of the Demon Artifact Pavilion, I’m naturally a disciple of the Demon Sect. You..."
He looked Luo Wusheng up and down, feeling that the other person did indeed have a familiar feeling he couldn’t quite place. But he had been in the Royal City for nearly a year after leaving the Demon Sect, and couldn’t figure out where this familiarity ca from.
But he quickly understood sothing and his expression instantly fell.
"You’re also a disciple of the Demon Sect? You’ve also been ostracized in this place?"
Hearing his answer, the man clearly lost interest.
"I am a disciple of the Demon Sect, but I was not ostracized to here." Luo Wusheng squinted.
"Tsk, if you weren’t ostracized, could you have willingly co to this ghostly place? In the past year, I’ve seen plenty of staff officers like you who talk big—" Hu Dingtian didn’t continue speaking, instead widening his eyes.
Because Luo Wusheng took out the Demon Artifact Pavilion Head’s token.
"If that’s not enough, I have another one here."
Luo Wusheng said, taking out a black wooden token from his storage bag.
The Holy Saint’s Token!
Hu Dingtian imdiately kneeled on the ground.
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