Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Yunping slowly rolled up his sleeves. "Sorry, I'm not one to act recklessly."

He stomped his foot, and the ground of the third floor of Zuiyanglou began to shake violently.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

There was a sound coming from underground.

The next moment, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the ground, and a dark figure darted up.

It was a huge, black, rectangular space, large enough to hold more than a dozen people.

One kick—

The young man kicked out, sending the iron door in front of the rectangular space flying.

Wow!!

In an instant, golden light filled the air.

Hundreds of different spiritual roots appeared before everyone.

55. Aha

Ordinary spiritual roots, spiritual spiritual roots... and even superior spiritual roots.

When hundreds of different forms of spiritual roots appeared before everyone, endless panic seeped into their minds like a cold wind in the dark night.

These spiritual roots are still alive, and some even have streaks of blood floating on them, as if they were just peeled off someone's body.

When cultivators reach a certain level, their five senses will undergo a qualitative improvement. Those who can enter the third floor of the Drunken Central Pavilion are mostly prominent figures, and their cultivation level is naturally not low.

You can tell from the smell that it has a very strong bloody odor.

Those who were paying attention glanced at the dark opening and, unsurprisingly, discovered that this dark, square space was the one that had sprung up from the bottom floor of the Drunken Central Pavilion.

As for what exactly happened...

"Do you have anything else to say, Boss Feng?"

Looking at the spiritual roots blooming with brilliant colors at his feet, Yunping thought that each of these spiritual roots represented a human life, and his tone became indifferent.

He had encountered many cases of people digging up spiritual roots for their own cultivation.

But this was the first time he had ever seen someone dig out someone's spiritual root and sell it like Feng Tangwen, and sell it for such a large sum.

It's nothing short of murder and robbery; they're no different from human traffickers!

The methods used must be even more cruel and utterly depraved.

Feng Tang asked without speaking.

In his lifeless eyes, an undisguised killing intent surged and roared.

He was thinking, thinking of a convincing excuse, thinking of a reason that would convince those present.

Anyone with eyes can see that the black box filled with spiritual roots is on the bottom floor of Zuiyang Tower, and it is also clear that these spiritual roots are inextricably linked to Zuiyang Tower.

He didn't know what to do, so he could only let his anger rage wildly in his chest.

At that moment, Yunping spoke.

"I guess you don't have anything else to say, right? To be honest, it's one thing that you started your business this way, but I can only know about your dirty tricks and can't produce any evidence. But I never expected..."

He kicked a spiritual root, sending it flying to Feng Tangwen's feet.

Looking at the spiritual root that had rolled to the ground, everyone seemed to see a living human head.

"You're still doing this kind of thing now."

After speaking, he gave a cold glance, his sharp eyes, like icy blades, sweeping across the crowd as if he wanted to tear their souls to pieces.

"I think some of you here are aware of this, right?"

"Not only did they know about this, but there were also people involved who profited from it, right?"

"Is there anyone who can help with this reselling?"

"Is there anyone who can help with the murder?"

"How do I communicate with the black market, contact sellers, and find someone to lend a hand?"

These words, every single one, are pearls of wisdom.

Yes, the vast Northern Ice Palace has an intricate and intertwined intelligence network. With such a massive intelligence network, how could anyone not know about his buying and selling of spiritual roots at Zuiyang Tower?

But those who know about it understand the benefits involved. No one would look down on spiritual roots, as they are the most valuable hard currency in the three great heavens, and the profits from them are enormous.

So they all got involved. Anyway, Zuiyanglou was a powerful establishment, so why not follow them and freeload?

And who dares to step forward and point this out?

There is now.

That person's name is Yunping.

"Brother...could it be that you really..."

Feng Tanghuan stood up shakily, her mind a jumbled mess.

He looked at his brother, that awe-inspiring brother, that brother he once both admired and feared... and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

Is this person really my brother?

Feng Tangwen did not answer Feng Tanghuan's question, but instead waved his hand casually.

The two people standing behind Feng Tanghuan exchanged a glance and, understanding each other perfectly, struck out with their palms at Feng Tanghuan in front of them.

boom!

Feng Tanghuan's eyes widened instantly, and the next second, his consciousness sank into pure nothingness and darkness, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

He didn't die, he just fainted.

At the same time, countless phantoms hidden in the darkness descended from the sky.

Suddenly, a wave of screams erupted from the Drunken Pavilion.

Thump thump—

They fell one after another.

These were guests who didn't understand the truth and hadn't gotten involved; they were all knocked unconscious by the shadows hidden in the darkness.

Yu Bai Niao also wanted to say something, but she also felt a pain in the back of her neck and fell unconscious.

Clearly, Feng Tangwen still didn't want to kill Yu Bai Niao, this cash cow.

Those who remained standing were only Feng Tangwen and a group of influential figures from the outer three palaces behind him.

The situation is already very clear.

"I do admire your courage. Since the establishment of Zuiyanglou, quite a few people have known about this matter, but you are the only one who dares to openly bring it up on Zuifangyaque."

There was no one else left on the field.

Those who remained were all people in the know.

Or rather... the big bosses involved in the buying and selling of spiritual roots.

"That only means you were very lucky before and didn't run into me." Yunping casually picked up a pot of wine and poured some into his mouth. "Your luck is obviously not so good today."

"Hehe, I really don't understand. How dare you, a mere mortal, cause trouble in my Drunken Central Pavilion?"

Feng Tang snapped his fingers in mid-air, and the next instant, a dark shadow flew past Yun Ping.

Immediately afterwards, the shadowy figure returned to its position.

This time, however, the shadow was accompanied by a slender, delicate young girl.

Ye Yuchan felt an irresistible pressure of spiritual energy emanating from her entire body, followed by the cold blade pressed against her throat.

A blade that can kill you anytime, anywhere.

The oppressive aura emanating from that person was definitely no less than that of a Transcendent God!

56. Let's cause trouble! Let's cause trouble! Let's cause trouble!

If it were someone else with a knife held to their throat by a powerful expert at the Transcendental Stage or even the Origin Stage, they would probably be terrified.

Ye Yuchan raised her eyebrows helplessly; she really didn't feel anything at all.

After all, he was someone who had personally witnessed the Jinglin City Incident. With a casual shout, the old rogue shattered the combined attack of the five elders of the Gong family.

With a single kick, he crippled two sect leaders who were close to the Kaiyuan stage.

He even killed a mysterious elder at the Kaiyuan stage at will.

If he can't even handle these few oddballs right now, then he's not the old rogue she knows.

Feng Tangwen smiled and moved closer to Ye Yuchan, as if imagining Yun Ping showing off, and reached out to touch her silver hair.

"Does Your Excellency truly believe that this mere cultivator at the Profound Gate stage can protect you from danger?"

"No, how could that be? She's such a weakling..." Yunping waved his hand with a smile, as if he were listening to a joke.

Feng Tang frowned and loudly questioned, "If that's the case, why are you so ungrateful? If you hadn't gotten involved, we could have peacefully enjoyed today's Drunken Fragrance and Elegant Sparrow party."

Feng Tangwen was absolutely right. The Drunken Fragrance Sparrow Festival, held once every five years, should have been a joyous occasion, but Yun Ping's disruption has made it uncertain whether so many guests will come to visit again next five years.

Unfortunately, if Yunping knew what he was thinking, he would definitely tell him—your worries are unnecessary.

Because of this Drunken Central Pavilion, it's unlikely that it will be able to usher in another five years.

Why?

Yunping silently extended his right hand.

"I'll tell you today why I'm causing trouble."

Under Feng Tangwen's questioning gaze, he turned his right hand over so that his palm faced up, then clenched it into a fist and slowly raised his middle finger.

That was a rather crude gesture, meaning... cough cough.

Feng Tangwen had no idea what the gesture meant and subconsciously thought it was some kind of magic spell, which startled the two shadowy guards who quickly stepped in front of him.