The Devil's Tribulation

Chapter 591 Merchants’ Response

On the mountain road between Yushu City and Bianliang City of the Shang Dynasty.

After He Chao's shadow killed Shang Chuanfu, his body size also returned to the size of a normal person from a hundred feet in size.

Then he pointed a finger at Pan Chengfeng's brow, and with a sound of biu, Pan Chengfeng slowly woke up. He Chaoran said indifferently: "Stinky boy, how did you offend the merchant again?"

Pan Chengfeng was startled, stood up in a flash, hid behind a tree, and shouted: "Who are you? Ox-headed or horse-faced? Have I gone to the underworld?"

He Chaoran is now a phantom, and his spiritual power is almost exhausted. The phantom is becoming more and more transparent. No wonder Pan Chengfeng thought he saw a ghost.

He Chaoran didn't have time to talk to Pan Chengfeng, so he said directly: "I am He Chaoran! The ancestor of the Yu Lei Sect!"

"Ancestor He?" Pan Chengfeng was suspicious at first, then he was shocked and said, "Ancestor He? How come you are dead too? Where are Uncle Yun and my master? What happened to the Yu Lei Sect?!"

He Chaoran chuckled and said, "You are a good kid and you still care about the sect. Don't worry, the sect is doing very well, you are fine, and I am even finer."

Pan Chengfeng quickly touched his heart and found it was still beating. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Are you really not dead? Fortunately, fortunately, I have so many wives, but none of them have had their wedding night~"

He Chaoran's face darkened, and he said, "I don't have time to talk to you about this. How did you offend the merchant?"

"Shangjia?" Pan Chengfeng thought for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "Ancestor, where is that old bastard? That old bastard wants to kill me!"

"I've already killed you, why do you always cause trouble wherever you go?" He Chaoran said unhappily, "Do you know how much of my true energy and time it takes to condense a talisman?"

Pan Chengfeng hurriedly defended himself, "Grandmaster, I am innocent. It was not me who caused the trouble. It was the merchant who wanted to kill people and take away... Where is my storage bracelet? Ah!!~~ Where is my storage bracelet? My wife is in it!!!"

He Chaoran was speechless. With a single hand gesture, Pan Chengfeng's storage bracelet flew back. Pan Chengfeng reached out to catch it, then stroked it and said, "Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Fortunately, everything is still there~"

He Chaoran said calmly: "It's a good storage magic weapon. It contains so many spirit stones. I guess you got a lot of benefits from the Dry Bone Realm this time, right?"

Pan Chengfeng said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, Old Ancestor, this time it's really not my fault, it was the merchant who wanted to take my storage bracelet, this is what happened..."

Pan Chengfeng roughly explained what happened, and then concluded: "I didn't expect that the second time, Shang Jicheng would actually send a combined cultivator to kill me! I was careless~"

"A fusion cultivator?" He Chaoran said calmly, "Shang Chuanfu is the first generation of the family slave of the Shang family, and he has reached the late stage of fusion. Moreover, his status in the Shang family is not low. This time, I killed Shang Chuanfu, and the Shang family will definitely not let it go. You'd better return to the sect as soon as possible~"

He Chaoran stretched out his palm, and then used the last bit of spiritual power to condense the broken jade pendant again and said: "You should still take this jade pendant. Although it has no attack, it can still help you hide the aura of the Savage Saint Body. I am leaving."

"Ancestor, wait..." Before Pan Chengfeng finished speaking, He Chaoran disappeared, and said depressedly: "I still have something to say, why did you leave just like that? By the way, how is my brother?!"

Pan Chengfeng quickly checked Chu Xuanji's condition. Fortunately, except for a weak breath, everything else was fine.

Half an hour later, Chu Xuanji woke up slowly, looking around in confusion, and finally fixed his eyes on Pan Chengfeng, and said weakly: "Brother, are we dead?"

Pan Chengfeng said with a smile: "He's not dead, but that old bastard is dead~ Let's talk while we walk~"

Yushu City, an old merchant’s house.

Shang An crawled to Shang Jicheng's yard, shouting, "Master, Master, this is not going well! This is a big deal!"

Shang Jicheng was meditating. Hearing the voice, he frowned and said angrily, "What are you yelling about! You are becoming more and more unruly, you little dog slave! Go get ten lashes yourself!"

Shang An was startled by Shang Jicheng's roar and was stunned for a moment. However, thinking of the big event, Shang An could not care less and quickly reported: "Master, something bad has happened. Uncle Fu's soul lamp has gone out!!!"

"What!!!!" Shang Jicheng stood up in an instant, rushed to Shang An, grabbed Shang An by the collar, and asked loudly: "What did you just say?! Say it again!!"

Shang An said quickly: "Master, Master, this is none of my business. It was Shou Bo who is in charge of the soul lamp who said it. Now the master and the grandfather also know about it, and they asked me to call you over~"

Shang Jicheng staggered and almost lost his balance. He then held his forehead and muttered to himself, "How could this happen? Uncle Fu is a cultivator in the late stage of fusion. There are not many people in Dongzhou who can kill him. Who did it?!!"

Shang An hurriedly said, "Young Master, the old master and the great grandfather..." Shang Jicheng thought for a moment and said, "Go and tell my father and grandfather first that I am practicing and will go over after I finish my practice."

Old merchant house, conference hall.

There were twelve people sitting inside, each of them had the cultivation level of a fusion body. The fluctuation of mana from one of them was so overwhelming that the other eleven did not dare to raise their heads.

This person is none other than Shang Jicheng’s grandfather, Shang Qianyong, who has reached the peak of fusion cultivation.

After waiting for about half an hour, Shang Jicheng slowly walked in and bowed to each of the fusion cultivators present.

Shang Qianyong said in a tone that was neither happy nor sad: "Cheng'er, tell me, why did you let Shang Chuanfu kill the people of the Yu Lei Sect?"

Shang Jicheng bowed to Shang Qianyong and asked, "Grandpa, was it someone from the Yu Lei Sect who killed Uncle Fu?"

Shang Qianyong slammed the table and angrily said, "Now I'm asking you! Why don't you tell the truth!!"

"Father..." "Shut up! Look at the good son you taught!" Shang Xinyang, the father of Shang Jicheng, was in the late stage of fusion. He wanted to make a few excuses for his son, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was scolded by Shang Qianyong.

Shang Jicheng said indifferently, "Isn't he just a disciple of the Yu Lei Sect? What reason do we need to kill him?"

"Haha, good, good~" Shang Qianyong sneered repeatedly, "It's only been a few years since you worshipped the Evil Emperor as your master, and you don't even take me, your grandfather, seriously?"

Shang Jicheng quickly knelt down and said, "Grandpa, that's not what I meant. I'm just a Jindan disciple of the Yu Lei Sect..."

“Shut up!” With a bang, Shang Qianyong slammed the table and stood up, angrily saying: “You still want to hide it from me? Do you think I don’t know what you want to do with that crystal core?

It was your father! He told me again and again that Nangong Wan from Zijin Mansion was a good match for you! I turned a blind eye to it, but now that such a big thing has happened, you still act as if it doesn’t matter! Do you want to piss me off to death? ! ! ! "