Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 290 Blackmail
Nie Zhaonan is from Tiannan, and his style of doing things is very mysterious. At least no one knows his true strength or how deep he is.

According to the information he had learned, when Nie Zhaonan returned to Tiannan, he was just an early Nascent Soul cultivator. But now, in just a few decades, his cultivation has greatly improved. He broke through the two bottlenecks of the middle and late stages and became a late Nascent Soul cultivator. The pressure from this late Nascent Soul cultivator behind him cannot be faked.

After several decades, even if one has great talent, breaking through one small realm is the limit. However, Nie Zhaonan has surpassed three levels in a row. This can only be explained if he has hidden his true level of cultivation.

Even if Nie Zhaonan was the one who injured him, the magic power he showed now, which was just entering the late Nascent Soul stage, was also fake. He didn't believe that he was inferior to a human cultivator who had just entered the Nascent Soul stage.

As he thought about it, Gu Mo's expression became uglier. Could it be that Nie Zhaonan was really a Divine Transformation cultivator? And he was a very powerful Divine Transformation cultivator!
But he knew that Nie Zhaonan had been practicing for less than three hundred years!
If he is really a Divine Transformation cultivator, then this person is extremely terrifying. Three hundred years sounds like a long time, but to advance to the Divine Transformation stage in such a short time is not an easy task. Even in their holy world, few people can do it.

However, even if Nie Zhaonan is not a Divine Transformation cultivator, the fact that he was able to kill him with one of his clones and force him to escape from Tiannan shows how powerful he is.

Right now, Nie Zhaonan’s real body is behind him, which is why he dares not act rashly.

Thoughts kept popping up in the ancient demon's mind, and for a moment he couldn't think of a way to deal with Nie Zhaonan behind him, so he could only fly silently.

He left Jinjing just to collect some magic weapons to prepare for breaking the seal of the Holy Ancestor, but he didn't expect such a difficult accident to happen.

Fortunately, at this moment, a leisurely voice came from behind: "Junior Brother Han! You just disguised yourself casually, and your appearance hasn't changed much. Are you not going to recognize me as your senior brother?"

Hearing this, Han Li froze for a moment, and he became a little uncertain: "Does he really think of me as his Junior Brother Han, or is he just pretending?"

"No, no matter what, I have to stop. I can't pretend to be unaware and fly away anymore."

"Let's see what happens," the ancient demon decided secretly.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Nie. I didn't notice you just now, I hope you won't blame me." Han Li stopped his escape, turned around, and said to Nie Zhaonan.

Ling Yuling was secretly puzzled. The distance of just a few miles was nothing to a Nascent Soul cultivator whose spiritual sense could easily cover hundreds of miles. How could he not notice it?

This Junior Brother Han was indeed a bit strange, but it was not appropriate for her to ask him right now. She could only watch silently from the side.

In just a moment, Nie Zhaonan brought Ling Yuling and Han Li together, and the two sides kept a distance and soared in the air.

"Haha. I thought my junior brother didn't want to return the spirit stone to me, and pretended not to see me." Nie Zhaonan smiled happily.

"Spiritual Stones???" Han Li was full of questions.

"Oh? Junior brother, have you forgotten? When the first auction of the Treasure Pavilion started, you were preparing for the trip to the Demon Valley, but you borrowed a lot of treasures from me, including spirit-summoning talismans, healing pills, and top-level ancient treasures." Nie Zhaonan spoke incessantly as if he was recalling the past.

The more Han Li listened, the uglier his expression became, as if he had eaten a dead rat. That was true.

"No wonder Han Li, who was just an early Nascent Soul cultivator who had just formed his Nascent Soul not long ago, could produce so many top-level ancient treasures, including the talisman called the 'Spirit-Calling Talisman'. It really gave my soul a lot of trouble." Thinking of how Han Li used the treasures he bought on credit to deal with his soul, the 'Han Li' transformed by the ancient demon hated Han Li even more.

What's even more hateful is that he will most likely have to pay off this debt right now. This is simply... simply too much!
In fact, Han Li only bought an ancient treasure and a spirit-summoning talisman on credit, and the rest was all made up by Nie Zhaonan. However, the "Han Li" in front of him naturally didn't know the truth of the matter and could only wait to be slaughtered.

"The total is 3.02 million spirit stones. I don't want the 20,000 spirit stones. Junior Brother Han, just give me 3 million spirit stones." Nie Zhaonan said at last, including both decimal and integer numbers.

"Three million spirit stones? Brother, are you sure you didn't remember it wrong?" Han Li struggled.

"People like us who practice Taoism have a photographic memory, so how could we remember it wrong? If you really think I am deceiving you, you can refute me. As long as you point out the mistakes, I will give up all the spirit stones." Nie Zhaonan shook his head with an indifferent look, as if what he said before was all true.

"This..." Han Li was speechless. He didn't even know about buying on credit, so how could he refute it?

"Junior Brother Han, do you want to go back on your word? I have given you so much time, you should have gathered all the spirit stones. If that doesn't work, you can use magic weapons, ancient treasures, or other precious things to offset them." Seeing Han Li not speaking for a long time with a hesitant look on his face, Nie Zhaonan said angrily.

As he spoke, Nie Zhaonan's aura rose, and a huge spiritual pressure faintly pressed towards Han Li.

It seemed as if Han Li would take action if he dared to say "no".

Looking at the tense situation in front of him, Han Li groaned inwardly, his ordinary face lowered deeply, a faint light flashed in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared, and his eyes were full of hesitation.

He really didn't know Nie Zhaonan's strength, but based on Nie Zhaonan's performance in the battle of Yellow Wind Desert, he knew that he would never be able to defeat him.

What's more, he had more important things to do - to unseal the Holy Ancestor's soul. For a moment, he didn't dare to take the initiative.

As a member of the Holy Clan in the Holy Realm, he has always been fearless when facing cultivators of the same level. He has never suffered such oppression and bullying, and he dared not fight back, let alone release his own aura.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Nie Zhaonan's slightly surprised voice came into his ears.

"Junior Brother Han, how come I can't see through your level of cultivation? Tsk tsk. I'm afraid you're in the late Nascent Soul stage, the same level as me. It's really amazing!" Nie Zhaonan's eyes wandered over Han Li, and he exclaimed in amazement.

"I really can't hide it from you, brother. I have indeed advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage." Han Li released his aura and continued:

"This story started a long time ago. When I came to Dajin, I discovered an ancient relic and was infused with pure spiritual energy. My cultivation increased dramatically, but it also caused great trouble. My aura became a little shaky, like a castle in the air. Without a foundation to support it, I'm afraid there is no hope for me to advance further."

As he spoke, Han Li raised his head with a pitiful look on his face.

"I see. No wonder my junior brother's magical power seems a bit unstable and superficial, and it doesn't have the purity that a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage should have. But this is not a big deal. As long as he retreats for more than a hundred years to hone his magical power, there is still hope that my junior brother will advance." Nie Zhaonan naturally knew that 'Han Li' was talking nonsense, but he didn't expose him.

"Brother, what about the spirit stones?" Han Li asked carefully. "Of course I have to return the spirit stones. My family is big and the spirit stones are very scarce. Besides, Junior Brother Han has an ancient ruins all to himself, so the gains must be great. Three million spirit stones are still easy for Junior Brother to take out." Nie Zhaonan said unmoved. He did not forget why he came here, just to make money from Han Li.

"Okay." Han Li glanced at Ling Yuling beside Nie Zhaonan, knowing that he could not refuse.

He regretted pretending to be Han Li, that brat, and he regretted going out today even more. What he regretted most was fabricating the ancient ruins, which left him with no way out.

"Yeah." Nie Zhaonan nodded with satisfaction.

He was indeed short of spirit stones at this time. Although three million spirit stones were not a lot, it was better than nothing.

Inside the cave, the Earth Armor Dragon was still ripening the gold-eating bugs according to the secret technique he got from the Tuwu tribe. The amount of spirit stones required was not a small number, and this was while Nie Zhaonan only planned to ripen 100,000 gold-eating bugs to maturity first. Otherwise, even with his net worth of over 100 million spirit stones, he would not be able to afford it.

In fact, the spiritual fields in Zixiao Cave Heaven can now absorb spiritual energy from the air and automatically ripen spiritual medicines. As long as Nie Zhaonan is willing to wait and spend more than two hundred years, he can allow more than 700,000 gold-eating insects to complete the secret technique of ripening.

But compared with the efficiency of spending spirit stones to ripen a batch of spiritual medicines in just a few breaths, the difference is simply heaven and earth.

In order to save time and spirit stones, Nie Zhaonan made a compromise. He first used spirit stones to ripen the 100,000 gold-eating bugs, and the remaining gold-eating bugs would rely on time and the automatic ripening power of the spirit fields to slowly grind them down.

Controlling a mature gold-eating insect requires the master's spiritual power, and the consumption is extremely terrifying, but this disadvantage is almost non-existent for Nie Zhaonan.

Because Nie Zhaonan did not control the gold-eating bugs with spiritual power like ordinary cultivators, but borrowed the power of the secret treasure Zixiao Cave Heaven. Even if he controlled a lot of gold-eating bugs, it would not consume his spiritual power.

As long as these 100,000 gold-eating bugs can be cultivated into mature forms, Nie Zhaonan, even if he has just ascended to the upper realm, will have certain means of self-protection. At least he will not be afraid of cultivators below the level of fusion.

As for the fusion and above, these cultivators are also high-level existences in the upper realm, and their magical powers are unimaginable. It is true that they are afraid of the gold-eating bugs, but it is not too difficult for them to kill those who have just ascended.

The most important and fundamental thing is to have strong own strength.

After all, the gold-eating bug is just an external object. It can only be used as a last resort and should not be used easily.

However, when Nie Zhaonan's realm is improved and his strength reaches a certain level, combined with countless gold-eating insects, he will be able to roam freely without any worries.

"Brother, keep it." Han Li threw out a storage bag, a look of pain on his face.

Three million spirit stones! This could be considered the majority of his assets.

You should know that since he escaped from the Demon Valley, he has killed quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators and destroyed many immortal cultivation families. He has worked hard for decades, evaded pursuit, and been injured several times, only then he has such a wealth.

Now he has to hand over more than half of it for nothing, which is like cutting flesh from his body.
"Yes, Junior Brother Han is indeed trustworthy." Nie Zhaonan swept his spiritual sense into the storage bag and found three million spirit stones, no more, no less.

Listening to Nie Zhaonan's praise, Han Li felt a little uncomfortable and said goodbye, "Junior brother has something else to do, so I won't chat with you any more."

"Brother, what's the important matter? I happen to be free and can help you." Nie Zhaonan put away the storage bag and said enthusiastically.

"No need for that. It's just a small matter. Don't bother me, brother. I can handle it myself." Han Li refused hastily.

He didn't want a 'dangerous' guy like Nie Zhaonan to be around him, and it was not convenient for him to know that he was collecting magic weapons.

Without waiting for Nie Zhaonan to say more, Han Li immediately said, "Goodbye, Senior Brother!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned into a green rainbow and flew away into the distance at an incredibly fast speed, three times faster than the average Nascent Soul late stage cultivator. In the blink of an eye, he had flown over several large mountains.

In the escaping light, Han Li's face was extremely gloomy, as if water could drip out of it. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind not to return to Jinjing again.

Fortunately, he had nothing important to do in Jinjing, and Kunwu Mountain was located in the southern border of Jin, so it had no impact on his subsequent actions.

"Could this Junior Brother Han be the escaped ancient demon?" Ling Yuling couldn't help but ask when she saw Han Li's figure completely disappear into the sky.

Ling Yuling also knew something about Han Li's affairs. Most of what her husband said before were lies. He mentioned three million spirit stones at the first word, which was obviously to fool Han Li. Han Li actually admitted it without denying it. This made her guess that Han Li was fake at the time. However, she didn't want to expose her husband's lies, so she didn't say anything and just watched silently.

"Yuling is quite smart. She actually guessed it right." Nie Zhaonan looked at the beauty beside him and smiled faintly.

“What’s so difficult about this? This ‘Han Li’ obviously doesn’t dare to offend my husband, nor does he dare to reveal his true identity. He disguises himself as Han Li, and one can tell at a glance that he is from Tiannan. There are only a few late Nascent Soul cultivators in Tiannan, so it’s easy to guess that he is.” Hearing the praise, Ling Yuling’s mouth curled up slightly, and she said with a little pride.

"It's just that I don't understand why my husband let this demon go again?" After feeling proud, Ling Yuling suddenly asked in confusion.

As far as she knew, this was the second time her husband had let this ancient demon go. Ling Yuling was indeed puzzled by Nie Zhaonan's behavior as he let go of this alien demon one after another.

"Didn't I accept the money for his life?" Nie Zhaonan changed the subject.

Ling Yuling just stared at him blankly. She refused to believe that it was that simple.

"Hehe, this ancient demon plays a huge role in opening the seal of Kunwu Mountain. In order to open Kunwu Mountain as soon as possible, I have to let him go." Nie Zhaonan no longer concealed it. To be honest, the news of the opening of Kunwu Mountain was not a big deal, as long as it was not known by outsiders.

If there were no ancient demon, it would take an unknown amount of time for the Ye family, the royal family of Dajin, to break the seal of Kunwu Mountain and bring it back to the light of day. He did not want to wait for dozens or even hundreds of years in Dajin for Kunwu Mountain to be opened.

(End of this chapter)