Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 191 Saloman

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, on the Clear Mind Platform—

On the massive stone platform, the two extremes of yin and yang were divided. At this moment, an old man with white hair, white robes, and white beard sat upright at the yin extreme, while the opposite yang extreme was Teng Xielang.

Previously, Yanmo Hanba led the three gatekeepers in their campaign against Guiliang Military Prefecture. To prevent Hao Kunlun from interfering, he dispatched Teng Xielang to intercept them. It was assumed that Teng Xielang's wisdom and martial arts would suffice for a prolonged battle, but he greatly underestimated Hao Kunlun's strength. Although Teng Xielang successfully completed his interception mission, he was captured by Hao Kunlun and taken back to Kunlun Mountain.

However, Hao Kunlun himself did not make things difficult for Teng Xielang. At most, he would discuss the Dharma with Teng Xielang, or use Teng Xielang to practice his Tai Chi sword and Tai Chi fist techniques. Teng Xielang also knew when to back down. Seeing that escape was futile, he stopped struggling. In the past two days, he and Hao Kunlun got along very well.

"Heh—" Teng Xielang suddenly chuckled, breaking the silence on the mountaintop. He looked up at the leaden-gray clouds, his nose catching a familiar scent—the demonic energy unique to the Otherworld.

"Old Taoist, listen—" Before the words were finished, a bolt of purple lightning suddenly exploded in the sky, and dark demonic energy surged over the cliff like a tide. Thunder and demonic fire intertwined at the edge of the platform to form a hideous curtain.

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, Kunlun slowly opened his eyes. He saw that Kunlun Mountain was shrouded in demonic energy, with dark clouds covering the top, and thunder and demonic fire intertwined. Three figures stepped onto the Clear Mind Platform.

The Buddha-swallowing boy, the child of pardon, and—

With flowing red hair and a crimson battle robe that perfectly complemented the Devouring Buddha Child, he bore a rather unique surname in the Otherworldly Demon Realm.

Silver-plated tattooed warrior!

Three generals from the Otherworld Demon Realm simultaneously descended upon the Chengxin Mingtai of Kunlun Mountain, intending to force the former Teng Xielang to leave.

"The Otherworldly Demon Realm, what a grand spectacle." Hao Kunlun slowly rose, his robe brushing against the stone platform, leaving a clear Tai Chi pattern in his wake. Facing the three demon generals, Hao Kunlun remained composed.

"Do you want to leave?" Hao Kunlun asked Teng Xielang.

Upon hearing this, Teng Xielang's smile became even more mocking. "Old Taoist, do you really think that a little over a day is enough to brainwash me and turn me back into a demon?"

Hao Kunlun showed no change in emotion. He casually stroked his long beard and with a wave of his hand, he removed all the restrictions on Teng Xielang. In an instant, Teng Xielang felt a familiar power surge into his limbs and bones.

"Old Taoist, you?"

"Now that your family and friends have come to welcome you, you may leave," said Hao Kunlun calmly. Even though he was facing the three most elite members of the Otherworld Demon Realm, the grandmaster showed no sign of tension.

"I only hope that when we meet again on the battlefield, you will show mercy as you have today."

"Have mercy?" Teng Xielang sneered. "What kind of joke are you talking about, old Taoist? Do you think your pedantry and stupidity can do anything to me? Humph."

Hao Kunlun simply shook his head, smiling without saying a word. Teng Xielang stared into Hao Kunlun's calm eyes, trying to find a trace of scheming, but only saw a deep pool of composure. Then he got up and swaggered back to the three-person group. The three of them, seeing this, all showed expressions of surprise.

"Now that we've brought the person back, let's go back."

Tunfo Tongzi had also heard that Hao Kunlun's strength was no less than that of Lian Emei. Otherwise, Yama Hanba would not have sent the three of them together. Now, it would be best to bring Teng Xielang back without any fighting.

"Are we just going to retreat like this?" Teng Xielang frowned, looking at Hao Kunlun with some dissatisfaction, but he didn't say anything more.

"Then let's go, Tunfo Tongzi. You're quite pleased with yourself for seeing me humiliated this time."

"Heh." In response to Teng Xielang's words, Tunfo Tongzi simply chuckled, "Judging from your mindset, it seems that this is indeed the case."

"Your laughter only makes me more displeased." Teng Xielang made no further moves and turned to leave. Tunfo Tongzi and the other two followed closely behind, but just as they took their first step, a voice suddenly echoed in Tunfo Tongzi's ears.

"All things carry yin and embrace yang, so what about your other side?"

"Ok?"

The Buddha-swallowing boy paused slightly, but then continued on his way as if nothing had happened, following the others as they left.

"The union of the Otherworld has come much earlier than expected, and this turmoil is just beginning."

……

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"Five illusions, five divine artifacts, how many people do you think will climb to the top of the Tower of Heaven in order to compete for the artifacts?"

Inside a pawnshop, Li Xuanxiao fiddled with gold coins, muttering to himself as his fingertips traced the edges of the coins, producing a soft, rustling sound.

From the outside world's perspective, this is an essential qualification for entering the illusionary realm to compete for divine artifacts, but for Youjian Pawnshop, as a symbol of proof, it can be said that there are as many as you want.

“Many, countless,” Jueqingshu said in a deep voice.

On the day the divine artifact displayed its power atop the Heavenly Pillar, the Book of Heartbreak witnessed firsthand the madness of those martial arts practitioners.

Those people seemed never to have considered whether they truly possessed the ability to pass the illusion's trials and obtain the divine artifact within. In their eyes, it appeared that simply entering the realm meant everything was within their grasp—how ​​foolish! But…

Jueqingshu thought for a moment. If he knew of something that could revive his daughter, he would definitely do anything to seize it...

“The Key to Creation can indeed do it.” Li Xuanxiao suddenly spoke up, making no sense at all. Jueqingshu was stunned upon hearing this, and then his body trembled uncontrollably.

At this moment, Li Xuanxiao added, "Unfortunately, you are not qualified to participate in this game for the time being."

Jueqing Shu gripped the knife tightly, remaining silent. Of course, she understood the meaning behind Li Xuanxiao's words. So what was his purpose in saying that? Or was it just simple mockery?

Li Xuanxiao could clearly feel the other person's gaze, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

At this moment, the wind chimes outside the pawnshop rang once again, and Li Xuanxiao sighed helplessly as he looked at the name that appeared.

"The number of guests these past few days has been far too frequent." Although it's not impossible to close down and take a break, Mr. Li considers himself to be quite diligent.

But couldn't the three agents, Tan Wuyu, Qiu Daitian, and Gui Liangtianxia, ​​have tried a little harder?

Despite his complaints, Li Xuanxiao's figure blurred for a moment before he appeared in the pawnshop's lobby. A graceful figure stepped across the pawnshop's threshold, her eyes shining like stars behind her veil. She was one of the two people who had cooperated with the person resembling the Four No-King on the Heavenly Pillar, displaying the power of the Key of Creation and the power to shake the heavens.

Li Xuanxiao was naturally aware of her identity.

"Saloman".

(End of this chapter)