How to proceed?
What should be the next move?
After much deliberation, Xia Ming thought of someone.
Someone who could freely enter and exit Soul Cliff!
Outer disciple Li Dahuo!
Strictly speaking, Li Dahuo was just a nominal member here.
Fortunately, Jiang Liang was absent today.
With his mind made up, Xia Ming headed straight for the seventeenth cave.
The black-robed patrol guard outside only gave him a casual glance and let him pass.
After all, Xia Ming was now favored by Jiang Liang, so he still had some freedom.
Standing at the entrance of the seventeenth cave, Xia Ming slowly stopped.
Inside the seventeenth cave, Li Dahuo was busy.
Xia Ming stood outside patiently waiting as Li Dahuo continued his work without stopping.
Half an hour later, Li Dahuo put down the blade in his hand and instructed the corpse carrier to take the body away.
He cleaned his hands, burned incense, and brewed tea...
After completing everything, Li Dahuo finally looked at Xia Ming.
From top to bottom, Xia Ming appeared calm and composed.
With a sneer, Li Dahuo finally invited Xia Ming in.
As Li Dahuo sized up Xia Ming, Xia Ming also observed Li Dahuo.
Although his hair was gray, his figure was still robust, his waist straight, and his hands steady.
A pair of sinister eyes revealed a hint of shrewdness and strength.
Li Dahuo seemed difficult to provoke.
Sure enough, before Xia Ming could even sit down, Li Dahuo's voice rang out.
"The kid from the thirty-seventh cave? What brings you to me?"
Facing Li Dahuo's unfriendly gaze, Xia Ming said:
"I'm Xia Ming, seeking Senior Brother's help for something."
Upon hearing this, Li Dahuo chuckled.
Interesting.
His Jiang Liang's little lackey actually dared to ask me, Li Dahuo, for help?
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While holding the tea cup, Li Dahuo savored the faint sweetness, feeling waves stirring in his heart.
"Go ahead, what do you want from me?"
After a brief pause, Xia Ming slowly said:
"To be honest, Senior Brother, I want to ask you to help me purchase a spirit root detection stone."
As soon as Xia Ming said this, Li Dahuo first froze, then a strange smile appeared on his face.
Xia Ming... Xia Ming...
"Hahaha!"
Seeing Xia Ming before him, Li Dahuo burst into laughter.
Poor thing! Pitiful!
The foolish little lackey actually believed in the stories of the Spirit Root Ancestor!
Spirit roots are predetermined!
Glancing at Xia Ming's still calm face, an interesting thought suddenly popped into Li Dahuo's mind.
Could it be that Jiang Liang is deceiving the kid?
If he could shatter this kid's beautiful dream... would he go crazy?
If he went crazy... would Jiang Liang still be able to laugh?
Thinking of this, Li Dahuo lowered his eyebrows and lightly tapped the stone table in front of him.
"You know, Junior Brother, this thing isn't easy to come by."
"But... since Junior Brother wants it, I'll find a way."
"Since Junior Brother is straightforward, I won't beat around the bush."
"Here's the deal... thirty soul stones."
Upon hearing this, Xia Ming slowly raised his head.
On the stone table, the tea water was boiling.
And not long ago, there was a cold body lying on the stone table.
One had to admit, Li Dahuo was quite cultured.
Through the misty steam, Xia Ming seemed to see a greedy tiger.
Without further ado, Xia Ming directly took out the small cloth bag from his chest.
Inside the bag were the soul stones he had saved up during this time.
Pouring out the soul stones, counting and recounting, he was still short of five.
Seeing this, Xia Ming was about to get up and leave, but Li Dahuo frowned and stopped him.
Li Dahuo knew very well, opportunities don't come often.
If he waited for Jiang Liang to return, he might not have this chance again.
Snatching the cloth bag from Xia Ming's hand, Li Dahuo patted his own chest and said loudly:
"Twenty-five it is, Junior Brother, we are fellow disciples, what are five soul stones?"
"Well then, I'll trouble Senior Brother Li."
After accepting the soul stones, Li Dahuo patted his smooth forehead.
"You see how forgetful I am, I remember I still have a spirit root detection stone."
As he spoke, a white light flashed at Li Dahuo's Middle Spring acupoint.
A clear little stone was directly held in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Xia Ming couldn't help but feel a wave of heat.
Storing items in acupoints!
It was his first time seeing a living person storing items in acupoints.
Interesting, very interesting.
So Li Dahuo stores things in the Middle Spring acupoint.
I must remember this well, it might come in handy someday.
Wiping off the saliva, Xia Ming tried to suppress his trembling hands.
Alas...
The occupational disease struck again.
Always wanting to touch knives.
At this moment, Li Dahuo was still feeling smug.
If he knew what Xia Ming was thinking, even if he gave him thirty soul stones, he probably wouldn't be able to make him happy.
After receiving the spirit root detection stone, Xia Ming looked deeply at Li Dahuo before slowly leaving.
...
As the sun set, it wasn't until evening that steward Jiang Liang returned to Soul Cliff.
After returning, without a word, he plunged into the deepest part of Soul Cliff.
In the deepest part of Soul Cliff was an incredibly large cave, where a deep cold spring could faintly be seen.
Because of the existence of this cold spring, even in the hot summer, Soul Cliff could still operate normally.
With the cold spring at the center, the densely packed, elongated coffins spread out like a fan, sending chills down one's spine.
Standing beside the cold spring, surveying everything around him, Jiang Liang's mind was in turmoil.
All of these... were the cornerstones of Jiang Liang's achievement in the Golden Dan Dao!
In Jiang Liang's eyes, Soul Cliff was like a huge millstone.
And these corpses were the "grain". As for the disciples above them, they were naturally the donkeys pulling the millstone.
Thinking of the donkey, Jiang Liang's mind involuntarily conjured up a pair of stubborn eyes, Xia Ming's eyes.
That little lackey... everything was fine, but he had one flaw that Jiang Liang wasn't satisfied with.
It seemed that Xia Ming was a bit illiterate...
No, that's not right.
After some thought, Jiang Liang dismissed his own opinion.
No, to be precise, Xia Ming wasn't illiterate, he just knew very few characters.
The corpse-receiving documents he wrote were vague and unclear, incomprehensible to anyone.
You could barely make out two or three characters, like thirty-seven, Xia Ming...
If he couldn't write the corpse-receiving documents, it didn't matter much, but this kid was still very serious, meticulously writing those unreadable square characters.
However, since he worked so well, this small flaw didn't matter much.
Just find someone else to write the documents.
But this little lackey... seemed to have a lower efficiency lately.
Was something distracting him?
Tapping lightlyhis finger on the coffin board beside him, Jiang Liang's mind drifted back to the scene from earlier that day when Xia Ming asked for the spirit root detection stone.
Spirit root detection stone?
Could an illiterate person understand the Spirit Root Ancestor's "Treatise on Spirit Roots"?
Could it be... this kid thinks he has hidden spiritual roots?
As Jiang Liang pondered, a smirk appeared on his lips.
Little lackey, little lackey, what are you thinking?
Hidden spiritual roots...
How could that be possible!
Before Jiang Liang could reveal his smile, his expression suddenly froze.
He remembered Xia Ming's incredible spiritual sensitivity and his soul strength beyond ordinary people.
Could it be... he really has hidden spiritual roots!
Muttering the words "hidden spiritual roots", Jiang Liang clenched his fist tightly.
Hidden spiritual roots, so what!
Could hidden spiritual roots compare to an obedient little lackey?
Everyone knows in Dahe Sect, among the miscellaneous disciples, there are only oxen and horses.
Among oxen and horses, how could there be cultivators!
With a cold snort, Jiang Liang's figure disappeared into the darkness.