"Okay, I promise you. However, if you want to give me a few days, it will not be easy to check the stronghold of the Blood Demon Gate!" Xu Donglai agreed to Huang Wuji's request.

"Okay, I'll wait and see, I hope the Ziyang Sect will take action as soon as possible!" Huang Wuji knew that today's conversation was over, so he stood up and said hello to Xudong and left.

Xu Donglai squinted at Huang Wuji who disappeared outside the private room, and said secretly in his heart: "This incident is also a test for you, as long as you can pass, I think that plan will definitely pass in the Council of Elders!"

The conversation between the two did not last long, and the time had not passed. When Huang Wuji led Li Chong, the commander of the guards, downstairs and was about to go back, a figure appeared not far behind him.

"Yes, it's indeed him, how low-key he is dressing, what are you doing in Mingyue Tower!"

Walking out of Mingyue Tower, the crowd on the center street was endless, almost crowded, but fortunately, people in this world are generally very strong, and there was no trampling incident that pushed and fell.

Seeing so many people, Huang Wuji opened the Qi Hope Technique, and light white qi luck appeared above everyone's heads. Seeing how much luck there is, Huang Wuji doesn't want to forcibly snatch it, but it is clearly recorded in the memory of the three-color Honglian that the top of every living creature in the Qiankun Continent represents the luck of the Qiankun Continent.

And these overhead fortunes in front of you represent the luck of Middle-earth. Although, it seems that everyone only has a dozen or a few decades of luck, but no one knows how many people have in Middle-earth, and how many people's luck adds up, almost more than can be imagined.

Middle-earth's martial arts withered, and it was often oppressed by the barbarians and aliens in the foreign lands, and the reason why it can still be maintained now is because of the huge luck of Middle-earth. If Emperor Wuji forcibly plundered all the huge fortunes of Middle-earth, he might be able to become a strong man, but he would never become the strongest person, and he would even become the enemy of all living beings in the Qiankun Continent.

If a person's luck is absorbed, it means that a person is about to die. Huang Wuji asked himself if he could do it, but as an emperor, he couldn't do it.

"Huh, what is that!" Huang Wuji's Qi Hope Technique saw a dark white man with about three hundred years of luck, carrying a long sword at his waist, and the long sword glowed with a dark yellow luster.

"Five thousand years, at least five thousand years of luck, it really takes no effort to get it, I can't imagine that you can have such a harvest by taking a casual look on the street!" Huang Wuji saw the long sword of five thousand years of luck, and instantly regarded the long sword as his own.

"The man in front of you stops!" Huang Wuji shouted as he walked briskly towards the man with the sword. The man with the sword didn't seem to hear it, and continued to walk forward, without any intention of turning back.

"Smack!" Huang Wuji caught up with the man with the long sword, patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Brother, wait!". The man with the long sword turned his head coldly, looked at Huang Wuji with an expressionless face and said, "What's the matter!"

Faced with this person's indifferent attitude, Huang Wuji was not angry, but asked happily: "What is the title of Brother Tai, I want to do a business with you in the future!"

"In Xia Wei Dong, as for doing business, forget it!" Wei Dong turned around and prepared to leave after speaking. Huang Wuji hurriedly grabbed Wei Dong and said, "Brother Wei, don't worry, you haven't listened to me yet, how do you know if you don't want to!"

Huang Wuji's words aroused Wei Dong's vigilance, and his left hand was secretly held on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and as long as there was something slightly wrong, he immediately drew his sword and faced each other.

"Brother Wei, don't be nervous, I don't have a trace of malice!" Huang Wuji persuaded Wei Dong very easily. "What kind of business, I still have important things to do, and I don't have so much spare time!"

"Then to make a long story short, I have taken a fancy to your long sword, and I hope you can transfer it to me, and you can open it as much as you want!" Huang Wuji spoke quickly and directly said the purpose.

"Sure enough, I am uneasy and kind, I want my ancestral sword to dream!" Wei Dong glared at Huang Wuji angrily, and his left hand clenched the hilt of the sword. "Brother, don't be nervous, how can you give me the long sword, what conditions do you say!" Huang Wuji didn't want to solve it by force, everything in the world could be obtained as long as he paid a certain price, and the long sword in front of him was no exception.

"There's no need to discuss, the ancestral sword, I won't sell it, the sword is there, the sword is lost!" Wei Dong's firm tone surfaced his thoughts. "Oh, since that's the case, then don't force it down, Brother Wei is good to go!" Huang Wuji's eyes flashed with danger, he looked at Wei Dong with bad intentions, and secretly scolded in his heart: "I don't know what to do!"

Wei Dong didn't see Huang Wuji's thoughts, thinking that the other party had given up, he snorted coldly, turned around and continued to walk forward without saying anything. Li Chong, the commander of the guards on the side, also thought that Huang Wuji, who was rejected, would give up.

However, Huang Wuji's words made him change his mind, and he found that he had been with the nineteenth prince for almost five years and became more and more strange.

"Let's follow, the long sword is something I must get!" Huang Wuji's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and there was a firm thought in his heart, everything that had luck was in his bag.

There were a lot of people on Center Street, and Wei Dong didn't know that he was being followed. Wei Dong walked all the way to the south, and there were a lot less people out of the center street, and he was getting closer and closer to the south gate.

Looking at the direction Wei Dong was walking, Huang Wuji knew that the other party wanted to get out of the city. Huang Wuji guessed well, and after the inspection of the guards at the city gate, Wei Dong went out of the south gate. Huang Wuji followed quickly, but was stopped by the city gate guards, Li Chong took out a token from his arms, and the city gate guards immediately let him go.

Looking at the back that was about to disappear, Huang Wuji ran up in great strides, Wei Dong didn't seem to notice, and still walked forward step by step without hurrying or slow.

"Brother Wei, wait!" Huang Wuji shouted from afar. As soon as Wei Dong heard the voice and looked back, his left hand immediately held on the hilt of the sword, and said coldly: "I knew that you wouldn't give up so easily!"

"Brother Wei, I really like your weapons, so let them be given to me!" Huang Wuji looked at Wei Dong with an unkind face and said in a deliberative tone.

"No, if you want the ancestral sword in my hand, you must step on my corpse!" Wei Dong's resolute attitude appeared to live and die with the sword. "Oh, it really has to be like this!" finally encountered a long sword with five thousand luck, Huang Wuji was determined to win, and he would not be swayed by any rhetoric.

"Yes, if you want my ancestral sword, you have to kill me!" Wei Dong's generous and righteous expression made him extremely holy at this time, and the Emperor Wuji in front of him was like a peerless villain, and even Li Chong, the commander of the guards on the side, couldn't see it clearly, and was ready to say something.

"Since that's the case, then you should die!" Before Huang Wuji could finish speaking, a golden light flashed in his palm and smashed towards Wei Dong's head. Li Chong, the commander of the guards on the side, really couldn't stand it, and he didn't want a good young man to die in the hands of Huang Wuji, so he hurriedly said, "Your Highness!"

"Your Highness" had just come out of the mouth of the commander of the guards, and Huang Wuji's fierce gaze shot over and said, "Why, Li Chong, you want to disobey the will of this prince!"

Li Chong, the commander of the guards, remembered his identity, lowered his head and stopped talking. At this time, Wei Dong also saw that Huang Wuji's origin was not simple, and his momentum was extraordinary, and his cultivation was several realms higher than his own, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's not good, it's going to be bad, it won't really kill me!"

As soon as he thought that he would die immediately, he forgot all about the ancestral teachings, and knelt on the ground and said loudly: "Uncle spare your life, uncle spare your life!" The sudden cry for mercy made Huang Wuji's always rock-solid state of mind shaken a little, and the person was instantly stunned, looking at Wei Dong blankly, not understanding that the previous attitude of being generous and unyielding suddenly became like this.

Li Chong, the commander of the guards, also didn't move because of Wei Dong's actions as if he had become a fossil. Huang Wuji didn't want to kill either, but Wei Dong's soft egg's behavior made him feel much better, except for making him a little surprised.

Let Huang Wuji kill a good young man who Wei Dong showed just now, and he still felt a little unbearable in his heart. However, people can change, and Wei Dong's transformation has made Huang Wuji have no burden in his heart.

"It's okay to spare your life, your ancestral sword belongs to me!" Huang Wuji didn't wait for Wei Dong to speak, he reached out and tore off the sword on the other party's waist, and looked at the three-hundred-year-old luck on his head, and thought in his heart: "Why don't you do anything!"

An illusory shadow of a three-colored lotus appeared in Huang Wuji's palm, and the invisible suction force sucked almost all of the three hundred qi luck on Wei Dong's head into the lotus. Only stay, twenty years of luck to him, after all, it is his own luck to rob others, how can he leave some for the other party.

After absorbing the luck, Huang Wuji looked at Wei Dong, who had become a little old, and said to Li Chong, the commander of the guards, "Give him five thousand taels of golden tickets!"

Li Chong, the commander of the guards, obediently took out a golden ticket of five thousand taels from his arms and handed it to Wei Dong, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said: "Boy, I thought you were a character, but I didn't expect you to be a soft egg, you can't mix it with Kyoto, go home and farm obediently!"

Li Chong, the commander of the guards, had no pity for Wei Dong, and some only had deep disdain. Wei Dong stupidly took the five thousand taels of gold tickets in Li Chong's hand, glanced at Huang Wuji, and ran away without looking back.

"I can't imagine that there are such people in the world, it's really a big world!" Huang Wuji looked at Wei Dong, who was running away like a stream of urine, and sighed with emotion in his heart.

"Yes, I can't imagine it, I originally thought it was a character, but in the end it was a bad seed, it was a lowly misunderstanding of His Highness, and I hope His Highness will forgive him!" Li Chong, the commander of the guards, thought that Emperor Wuji had already seen what kind of person Wei Dong was, so he would coerce and lure.

Now seeing Wei Dong's situation, I am ashamed of some of my previous thoughts. Seeing Li Chong's appearance, Huang Wuji was embarrassed to say that he didn't see it himself.

"It's okay, human nature!" Huang Wuji lightly revealed the matter. Huang Wuji looked at the sky and found that it was almost time, and he didn't expect that it would take him almost an hour and a half to track Wei Dong.

However, looking at the five-thousand-year-old sword of luck in his hand, he no longer cares about the little time he wasted. Back at the Prince's Mansion, it was already the end of the unitary time, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Zi Yan, who was standing at the door of the Prince's Mansion, looked left and right, as if she was looking for someone. Huang Wuji, who was in a good mood today, was in a rare mood to play a little, and hugged Zi Yan with a stride and said, "My little girl, what are you doing at the door, won't you be waiting for me!"

Huang Wuji knew that the advisor, Zi Yan, the inner director of the Heavenly Demon Sect, could wait for anyone but himself. Zi Yan didn't react at once and was exposed by Huang Wuji, and suddenly her face turned red and she struggled hard.

"Haha!" For Zi Yan's struggle, Huang Wuji not only did not let go, but hugged it tighter, and Yang Chang smiled and walked into the prince's mansion, making the guards stunned.

When he came back to his senses, one of the guards showed envious eyes and said, "Your Highness is really amazing, with such a beauty in your arms, even if I live a few years less!"

The guard's words resonated with the other guards, who looked at Huang Wuji's back with envy and nodded at the same time.

(End of chapter)