Chapter 54 The Immortal Trapping Pavilion Cultivators

Song Chen smiled slightly, surprised that Lin Maozhi was so decisive and efficient.

"Make a vow."

Song Chen and Lin Maozhi took an oath together.

A flash of light, and the oath was made.

Lin Maozhi looked at Song Chen with anticipation:

"Stop keeping me in suspense, just tell me how to solve it!"

Song Chen took Zhao Ziyi's hand, gestured with his chin towards Lin Maozhi, and said:

"The reason we are like this is because our 'furnace body' constitution can be broken by marrying a Daoist partner."

Lin Maozhi slammed his hand on the table and stood up instantly, frowning and shouting:

You're kidding me!

Song Chen stood up and calmly said:

"Call your Daoist partner out and get a marriage contract, then you'll know if it's true or not."

Lin Maozhi frowned, his brow furrowing enough to kill a fly.

"Where would I find a Daoist partner? How can I just pick anyone for such an important contract as a marriage agreement!"

“Uh…” Song Chen was stunned. How could he forget the most important thing?

What should I do if I don't have a partner?

Why is Lin Maozhi still a bachelor?

Song Chen glanced down at the storage bag on the ground, feeling that he couldn't take the money with him.

They cannot force Lin Maozhi to sign a marriage contract with a stranger.

Song Chen and Lin Maozhi stared at each other, but in the end, Zhao Ziyi stepped forward and sighed:

"The method is real. Since you don't have a Daoist partner, we won't take the money now. We can pay you when you find one."

Lin Maozhi laughed in extreme anger, and said in a cold voice:

"You've played me for a fool, and you still want your money? Get out!"

Lin Mao waved his hand, and several storage bags trembled and flew up, trying to return the way they came.

But the next moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He covered his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Lin Maozhi was shocked and started swearing:

"Holy crap! It's actually true!"

Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi exchanged a glance, their faces beaming with joy—they could finally get the money!

Lin Maozhi, who suffered a slight backlash for trying to break his oath, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and dared not put the money away again.

His face showed a mixture of surprise and confusion.

After a while.

He bowed respectfully to Song Chen.

"You two cultivators, you can take the money. I'll take care of the matter of my Daoist partner myself."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyi excitedly waved his hand and put away all three million gold coins.

Song Chen smiled, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and said:

"I apologize for not considering this beforehand. This is my way of making amends. You can take it once your spiritual energy has recovered."

Song Chen took out a jar of top-grade spirit wine worth 10,000 gold coins and handed it over.

They made three million gold coins for free, so they have to show their appreciation no matter what.

Otherwise, it would be too unseemly to eat like that.

Lin Maozhi accepted the spirit wine and placed it on the table.

His eyes unconsciously drifted towards Zhao Ziyi, his expression revealing a complex mix of emotions.

Song Chen frowned, instantly becoming wary of Lin Maozhi.

The beautiful flower may have an owner, but the hoe is even more merciless.

With the right shovel, no corner is too hard to dig down!

We can't let Lin Maozhi see Zhao Ziyi anymore!

Song Chen turned sideways, shielding Zhao Ziyi behind him, and said sternly:

“Mr. Lin, we won’t get involved in your search for a Daoist partner. There’s an auction later, so we’ll go down and make some preparations.”

After saying this, Song Chen grabbed Zhao Ziyi and turned around without hesitation.

He pushed open the gilded and carved door and went down to the ninth floor.

Walking down the street, Zhao Ziyi said excitedly:

"Song Chen, we have three million gold coins now!"

"Oh, right, don't talk to Lin Maozhi anymore."

Zhao Ziyi was somewhat puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Song Chen curled his lip and began spreading rumors:

"Lin Maozhi, tsk, his character is terrible."

Zhao Ziyi thought about what had just happened and nodded.

"He really doesn't keep his word. If it weren't for the contract, he would have tried to renege on the debt."

After a while.

They went downstairs and walked to the lobby on the first floor.

As soon as Song Chen looked up, he saw a familiar face.

He patted Zhao Ziyi's hand, gesturing for him to look to the left.

Mu Feng, dressed in pink, and Li Wantian, dressed in gold, were chatting with another sword cultivator in blue.

Zhao Ziyi transmitted his voice:

"It seems the auction is about to begin. Mu Feng and Li Wantian are both here."

"We'll go in and snatch the items Mu Feng is bidding on."

"good."

Now that Zhao Ziyi has three million gold coins in his storage bag, he is clearly more confident in bidding.

Suddenly, a sweet voice rang out, attracting everyone's attention.

"Two cultivators, you've come down."

A beautiful woman with a graceful figure walked up to the two of them and took the initiative to greet them.

It's the beautiful woman who led the way for them earlier.

Song Chen smiled and said, "I came downstairs after we finished discussing things, and I'm going to attend the auction."

The beautiful woman looked somewhat surprised, then handed Zhao Ziyi a token.

"These are your bidding paddles. I forgot to give them to you earlier. Please keep them safe."

Zhao Ziyi glanced at the bidding board, which read: 491.

There were so many cultivators participating in this auction.

Zhao Ziyi nodded to the beautiful woman: "Thank you."

After the beautiful woman left.

Mu Feng arrived uninvited.

Mu Feng stood not far from Li Wantian, with a blue-clad swordsman by his side.

"Hmph, Song Chen, you still dare to come to Zhuoyangchuan!"

"You're Song Chen? You've received our message from Kunxian Tower, haven't you?"

"Song Chen! You destroyed my Wanjian Manor's pleasure boat. After the competition, I will definitely settle accounts with you!"

This morning, the news that the pleasure boats of Langya Academy and Wanjian Manor had been bombed spread like wildfire.

This matter has become a topic of conversation and a source of amusement among the cultivators.

When they saw Song Chen again, their expressions were sinister, as if they had already decided how to kill him.

Song Chen smirked. "Use whatever methods you have."

Li Wantian shook his collar and said sarcastically:

"What makes you so arrogant? You're just a cultivator from a small force, not even at the Golden Core stage, and you haven't even entered the inner sect yet, have you?"

As Li Wantian spoke, he exuded the pressure of a Golden Core cultivator, his imposing aura pressing directly towards Song Chen.

In an instant, Song Chen felt the spiritual energy around him thinning out.

The circulation of spiritual energy within his body was also hindered.

Zhao Ziyi sneered, drew his magical flying sword, and pointed it at the ground with his backhand, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy.

The pressure on Song Chen disappeared the next second.

A series of crackling sounds echoed in the hall.

Countless flying swords broke free from the cultivator's hands and fell to the ground.

It fell to the ground.

All the sword cultivators looked at Zhao Ziyi's sword.

A spirit-grade flying sword that suppresses all other weapons, defeating them before the battle even begins.

Zhao Ziyi raised his head. "A Golden Core cultivator is nothing special."

The blue-clad swordsman beside Mu Feng was now looking at Zhao Ziyi with fanatical eyes.

"Where did you get this sword?"

Zhao Ziyi gave a mocking smile:

"Who are you? What gives you the right to know?"

The blue-robed monk's eyes were full of shrewd calculation:

"I am Li Yunxiu, the last disciple of the Nascent Soul cultivator of Kunxian Tower. If you hand over your flying sword now, I will spare your life."

Zhao Ziyi sneered:

"This is Zhuoyangchuan, how dare you kill someone?"

Li Yunxiu raised a cruel smile:

Sometimes, living is more painful than dying.