Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 223 News
"If there is really no Heavenly Punishment Grass, and you have information about its whereabouts, you can also exchange it from me for a Level 6 Demon Pill."

After saying this, there was a flash of light in Nie Zhaonan's hand, and a slightly smaller jade box appeared in his hand.

As soon as it was opened, a sixth-level demon pill appeared in front of everyone.

At this time, the monks in the field all focused their attention on Nie Zhaonan. There were also many people with bad intentions, but Nie Zhaonan ignored them.

With his strength, even if more than 20 Nascent Soul cultivators present attacked together, they would not be able to last long against him. Moreover, his magic power was strong and pure, and he was not afraid of consumption at all.

Some people also had strange expressions and surprise in their eyes.

After all, everyone present knew that news was news, but it was a world of difference from actually getting it.

Because although many natural treasures and ancient monks' sites are known to everyone, they are located in places that are either extremely dangerous and difficult for humans and immortals to reach, or extremely evil and dangerous. Even the most powerful monks cannot take them out.

Taking all of this in, Nie Zhaonan was about to helplessly drag the jade box and put the demon pill away.

A grey-robed man wearing a bamboo hat said, "Wait a minute, Daoist friend. I know where to find the Heavenly Punishment Grass."

Nie Zhaonan paused as he put away the jade box, and glanced at the big man who had transmitted the message.

He immediately asked with some joy in his eyes: "Daoyou, can you tell me in detail? If you do know the whereabouts of the Heavenly Punishment Grass, even if it is difficult to get, this sixth-level demon pill can be given to you now."

Nie Zhaonan was naturally confident in obtaining the Tianxing Grass. Even if he had to break into the Demon Valley again, it would only be a piece of cake.

After receiving the assurance, the big man said in a calm voice: "The Heavenly Punishment Grass has a special poison. Fellow Daoist Wei Wuya of the Nine Nations Alliance has this kind of spiritual grass in his hands."

The big man did not explain more about how Wei Wuya obtained this spiritual herb and where he heard the news.

Nie Zhaonan's eyes flickered. Wei Wuya, who had practiced extremely powerful poison skills and whom most Nascent Soul cultivators did not dare to fight at close range, was very likely to have this grass.

"I hope what you said is true, otherwise..." Nie Zhaonan warned, with threats in his words.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist. There is no need for me to deceive you just for a level six demon pill." The big man said confidently.

Upon hearing this, Nie Zhaonan nodded, stretched out his hand and pushed the demon pill towards the big man. At the same time, a ray of blue light flashed in his eyes imperceptibly, and he saw the big man's appearance through the mask.

After doing this, Nie Zhaonan put away the seventh-level demon pill and sat back in his seat.

Next, Wang Ning took out a palm-sized five-colored exotic flower, which was a material needed to refine most elixirs.

Although it is not as good as the seventh-level demon pill that Chi Jingzhi and Nie Zhaonan took out at the beginning, it is also a rare item and very practical.

She successfully traded for a kind of magic weapon refining material, which was obviously used to strengthen her own magic weapon.

Next, one cultivator after another stood up, took out their treasures and traded. Although the items they took out were not as rare as the previous treasures, they were also very useful to Nascent Soul cultivators.

After Master Tianjing took out several puppets and exchanged them for some soul stones.

The trade fair officially ended, and many cultivators went downstairs and left. Nie Zhaonan and Wang Ning also mixed in and left Jinglong Pavilion.

Nie Zhaonan and the other person did not wander around in the market town anymore, but went to the VIP building specially set up for Nascent Soul cultivators.

After a while, the two passed through many streets and finally arrived in front of a white light curtain.

Behind the light curtain, there are many quiet and elegant attics, with different styles and exquisiteness.

When other monks passing by outside the light curtain looked at the attics inside the light curtain, all of them showed awe and envy on their faces.

But they didn't dare to stay any longer and left the place quickly.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, I didn't expect it was really you." Lu Luo, who was walking slowly, saw Nie Zhaonan in front of the light curtain and said with a hint of joy on his face.

When he participated in the trade fair just now, he had guessed in his mind that the person who took out the demon pill was Nie Zhaonan.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Lu from Luoyun Sect. Long time no see." Nie Zhaonan responded politely.

Suddenly, Nie Zhaonan's expression changed, and he asked Lu Luo, "I have something to ask you. Fellow Daoist Lu, do you know if Fellow Daoist Wei from the Nine Nations Alliance is in the city?"

He had just returned to Tiannan not long ago and didn't know much about the whereabouts of many Nascent Soul cultivators in Tiannan, so he asked this question.

"As the grand elder of the Nine-Nation Alliance, Wei Wuya is usually stationed in Tiantian City to prevent sudden invasion by the Mulan people," Lu Luo explained with a kind smile.

"Thank you for your answer, fellow Daoist." Nie Zhaonan said with a faint smile.

"What are you talking about, fellow Daoist? This is just a trivial matter. Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you for discovering the abnormality in my junior nephew Wei's body. If it weren't for you, my junior nephew Wei's spiritual journey would have ended here." Lu Luo smiled and waved his hand, saying nonchalantly.

"This is not a place to talk. How about we go inside and talk?" Nie Zhaonan suggested, glancing at the monks passing by.

"That's right! That's right!" Lu Luo nodded in agreement, then stretched out his hand to the light curtain, and at the same time, a blue light flashed on his palm.

With a "sizzle" sound, the white light curtain was split open by Lu Luo's palm full of spiritual power.

A figure flashed and he went in without any hesitation.

The light curtain closed in an instant, incredibly fast.

Nie Zhaonan was stunned for a moment, but didn't say much.

He raised his hand and a golden light flew out.

As soon as the golden light came into contact with the light curtain, a golden light flashed on the white light curtain, and then a hole about ten feet in size suddenly shattered silently.

Nie Zhaonan put his arm around Wang Ning's slender waist and, scented with fragrance, entered the light curtain.

Seeing Nie Zhaonan breaking the ban and entering with ease, a hint of surprise flashed across Lu Luo's eyes, but then he returned to normal.

"You two haven't chosen a attic to live in yet, how about coming to my building first to chat?" Lu Luo invited with a smile.

"Just as you say." Nie Zhaonan replied indifferently.

He glanced around and took a quick look around. One part of the attic was obviously occupied, and there seemed to be a flash of forbidden light.

"Okay, please come this way, both of you." As Lu Luo walked, he pointed to an attic about fifty or sixty feet away and said suggestively.

Nie Zhaonan and the other two naturally followed.

It was already late, and Nie Zhaonan and Wang Ning had just finished talking with Lu Luo, walked out of the attic, and then randomly chose an attic to live in. Wang Ning lay on Nie Zhaonan, with a serious look in her eyes, and gently massaged Nie Zhaonan's temples with her slender jade fingers.

"How does your husband feel the strength?" Wang Ning asked caringly.

"Well, Ning'er's craftsmanship is of course beautiful." Nie Zhaonan closed his eyes slightly and praised with a raised eyebrow.

"This is the first time I've met a Nascent Soul cultivator as amiable as Fellow Daoist Lu." Wang Ning recalled that Lu Luo was always polite, and said with a little emotion.

"He has no choice. The Luoyun Sect relies on him and his senior brother, two early Nascent Soul cultivators. They also occupy the Yunmeng Mountains, a superb spiritual vein. If they are not more friendly, disaster may occur if they are not careful. As Nascent Soul cultivators, who would be willing to be submissive? It's all for the sake of the sect." Nie Zhaonan also said with a sigh.

People like Lu Luo really spend their entire lives on the sect.

"My mother did the same for Miaoyin Sect in the past." Wang Ning said with some emotion, his eyes flashing with past memories.

"Everything is over." Nie Zhaonan said lightly, gently patting Wang Ning's smooth jade back.

"Yeah." Wang Ning agreed with a smile, and then her two warm and fragrant lips moved forward.

Early the next morning, Nie Zhaonan set out from his base and walked calmly towards the central area. Soon after, he could vaguely see a huge palace.

Because the city of Tiantian has been run by the Nine-Nation Alliance for a long time, this hall is naturally extremely exquisite, with carved beams and painted rafters, and the momentum is also very grand, far from being comparable to the ordinary sect halls.

There are several cultivators guarding the gate, and all of them have reached the Jindan stage.

When these people saw Nie Zhaonan coming over, they scanned him with their spiritual sense and immediately went to greet him.

One of the white-faced Jindan stage cultivators bowed first before saying respectfully:
"Senior, I wonder what is your purpose in coming to the Nine Nations Alliance headquarters? Without the elders' order or token, I cannot let you in."

"Here you go. Give this to Fellow Daoist Wei and tell him that Nie Zhaonan from Huangfeng Valley is here to pay a visit." Upon hearing this, Nie Zhaonan raised his hand and threw a fingernail-sized scale over.

These were the scales he obtained from the poisonous dragon after killing it in the Chaos Star Sea.

"Scales of transformed monsters!" The monk guarding the gate swept the scales with his spiritual sense and was immediately shocked and lost his voice.

He had never heard of any traces of shapeshifting monsters in Tiannan.

"Fellow Daoist, are you talking about the great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage of our Nine-Nation Alliance?" the white-faced cultivator confirmed cautiously.

He would not dare to be negligent even if the person in front of him was just an early Nascent Soul cultivator, as he was able to produce materials of a demon beast in the Transformation Stage.

Nie Zhaonan nodded and said, "It's Wei Wuya, Fellow Daoist Wei."

He almost forgot that there was more than one Nascent Soul cultivator with the surname Wei in the Nine-Nation Alliance.

"Senior, please wait here for a moment. I will go and report right away." The white-faced monk bowed to Nie Zhaonan, then turned around without hesitation and walked inside.

Nie Zhaonan had nothing to talk about with these Jindan cultivators, so he just waited quietly there.

He believed that as long as Wei Wuya saw the scales of the poisonous dragon, he would definitely be interested in meeting him.

A moment later, the white-faced monk reappeared at the temple gate and said respectfully to Nie Zhaonan, "Senior Nie, please come in!"

At the same time, he turned his body to the side and made way out of the palace door.

Nie Zhaonan smiled slightly and strode into the hall.

Soon after entering the palace, Nie Zhaonan saw the entrance to the main hall and faintly heard the sound of people talking. After a flash of confusion on his face, he immediately quickened his pace and walked in.

The layout of the hall was grand and majestic. In addition to the huge green pillars that were about ten feet wide, there was a large open space in the middle, with extremely exquisite wooden chairs placed every few feet. There were about sixteen or seventeen of them.

At the very front of the hall, there was a spirited old man with green hair, sitting in the main seat.

The old man was dressed in a blue shirt. From the outside, he looked very ordinary. There was nothing special about his clothes or his appearance.

The only thing that caught Nie Zhaonan's attention was that the old man had long nails on his ten fingers. These nails looked extremely sharp, purple-black, and shone with a faint light, which was really eye-catching.

There were also five Nascent Soul cultivators sitting near the old man.

Nie Zhaonan glanced at the five people with his spiritual sense and found that they were all cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and the green-haired old man was naturally the Wei Wuya he was looking for.

When Nie Zhaonan entered the hall, the conversation in the hall stopped abruptly, and the people present looked at Nie Zhaonan with curiosity or confusion.

"Fellow Daoist Nie, please sit down and rest for a while. I need to discuss a few more things with a few fellow Daoists." Wei Wuya smiled at Nie Zhaonan and said in a calm tone.

The voice was not loud, but it was full of the aura unique to those who had been in high positions for a long time, and it contained a convincing meaning.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!" Nie Zhaonan did not refuse. He found a chair next to the others and sat down. Then he looked at the people present and sat there quietly without saying a word.

Since Wei Wuya had no intention of being secretive, it was obvious that what he said was very secretive. Nie Zhaonan was curious and wanted to listen.

"According to the news sent from Mulan Grassland, the Mulan people are actively preparing for war. It seems that they will launch a full-scale attack on our Tiannan again in the near future. I wonder what you think about it." Wei Wuya said with a cold face, his tone carrying a chill.

"A massive attack?"

"Or come out in full force?"

If it is really as Wei Wuya said, it will probably trigger a war that will sweep across the Tiannan cultivation world.

The five monks were all in a commotion, but the one present was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years and had sufficient Qi cultivation skills. Within a few breaths, his expression returned to normal.

"It's been less than a hundred years since the last massive attack by the Mulan people. How come they have recovered so quickly? Could it be that they deliberately released false information to confuse us? This time, they will just send one or two tribes to harass us as usual." A fat and big-eared old man guessed with a confused look on his face.

"Brother Daoist Lu is right. Although the cultivation resources in the Mulan grassland are very scarce, they are enough for the Mulan people to live and practice. There is absolutely no need for them to start a war and risk everything for this." A dark-skinned man sitting next to the fat old man said with a look of agreement on his face.

"This is information from our insider who was planted among the Mulan people. I believe it cannot be false. As for the specific reason, I don't know." Wei Wuya shook his head and firmly denied the two's speculation.

"This"

The five Nascent Soul cultivators from the Nine Nations Alliance looked at each other in bewilderment. Seeing Wei Wuya being so sure, they didn't know what to say.

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