C19 Salamander Meat

There were many mysteries in Jiang Feng's mind, but he had no time to think about them because he did not have any leads.

At this moment, Mountain-Patrolling Sprite's attention was completely focused on the Dragon Soaring Mirage that he had seen before.

It was said that this Ancestral God level giant had broken through the protective four-sided Divine Beast that protected the derivative world, and had flew through the air to escape.

Even though what Jiang Feng saw was not a real Soaring Dragon, the curve structure and aura was not too different. It could be called a near perfect visualization, from which he could understand some of the mysterious profound meanings and increase his cultivation level.

Jiang Feng, who was in deep thought, entered a state of forgetfulness. The Demonic Strength in his body seemed to be affected by the Soaring Dragon Painting in his mind, and it became restless. In the end, it uncontrollably flowed in all directions, opening some blocked meridians that he had never been to before, and uncovering the potential of his physical body.

Although Jiang Feng had only peeked at a small piece of the Demon King's secret technique, he had benefited greatly. If one were to carefully analyze the myriad of talismans produced by the Soaring Dragon, they would be able to obtain the highest mental cultivation method, the Soaring Dragon Technique.

The difference between the Demon King and Jiang Feng was that they had the complete fragment of this memory, allowing them to visualize and guess the real art at any time. Jiang Feng had only obtained the only chance to see the Soaring Dragon Art through the Spirit Emerald, but unfortunately, he could not see it clearly and was unable to deduce the first three layers of the Soaring Dragon Art.

Jiang Feng was cultivating while Weng Qian was bored out of her mind.

Weng Qian also attempted to use the Ruyi Sect's Ru Yi Tactic to gather the scattered spirit energy into her Dantian, but due to the lack of blood, her spirit energy was insufficient. In addition to Jiang Feng's remaining threads of Demonic Strength in her body, she was unable to gather any spirit power.

Furthermore, Jiang Feng generously gave the Jade Body Protector Gui away. The chances of Weng Qian releasing a powerful thunder-attribute spell were close to zero.

"Man is the chopping block, I am the fish." Looking at the shocking wound on her chest, Weng Qian could only fiercely glare at Mountain-Patrolling Sprite, who was cultivating, and let out such a sorrowful sigh.

The battle between the Nine Sects and the three great demon mountains had been an unendurable battle for thousands of years. The newly emerged inner disciple Weng Qian had only treated the battle as an ordinary downhill trial, who would have known how ruthless it was.

However, Weng Qian was still acutely aware that the little demon that had captured her had killed without batting an eye. To be able to deal such a ruthless blow to a woman as beautiful as a flower like her and pin her spear to the ground, it was unknown how many disciples of the sect had died tragically at the hands of this fellow.

Weng Qian, who had nothing better to do, carefully sized up Jiang Feng, the little demon. She found that although he wasn't handsome, he was much stronger than those monsters with human and beast heads.

If it weren't for her long ears and ashen face, Weng Qian felt that the guy in front of her was just an ordinary young man with decent looks.

Weng Qian was about to get off the bed, but she walked up to Jiang Feng and carefully examined him. When she figured out what kind of animal this Little Demon Beast was, Jiang Feng suddenly let out a long breath.

"You …" Weng Qian was, after all, an inner disciple of the Dao Gate and knew about the legend of Soaring Dragon, but she was not sure of it for the moment and did not know what to say.

"What is it?" Jiang Feng obviously didn't know that his training had brought him great benefits. He even had a trace of the aura of a Soaring Dragon, and it even turned into a fleeting afterimage.

"Nothing." Weng Qian's gaze towards Jiang Feng was filled with surprise. In her heart, this little demon was even more mysterious.

"I'm about to go see the Demon King. I don't know if I'm dead or alive, so I can't bring you along, so I plan to place you in the auction hall. It's safe there, so there shouldn't be any demons bullying you. Jiang Feng said indifferently, as if he did not care about his own life.

"Auction Hall? "Are you trying to sell me off? Are you human?" Weng Qian clenched her small fists and waved at Jiang Feng.

"I am a demon, Mountain-Patrolling Sprite," Jiang Feng completely disregarded Weng Qian's demonstration, "What's more, you are mine, I can do whatever I want to you, you don't have the right to choose."

"Then what are you saying to me?" Weng Qian snorted through gritted teeth.

"The main thing is that I want to discuss it with you. How much is suitable for your signboard? A hundred thousand demon dollars?" Jiang Feng glanced at Weng Qian and frowned. It seemed that he was not satisfied with the figure and appearance of this inner disciple.

Weng Qian hated the way Jiang Feng was looking at her. Her expression made it seem as if she was considering where she could sell the meat for a better price.

"Whatever." Weng Qian tried her best to suppress her anger and tried to use a calm tone to force the words out of her mouth.

Jiang Feng looked at Weng Qian in surprise and then said, "You seem to have a lot of resentment. If you say it out loud, how would I know if you don't say it out loud? If you are not satisfied with the price, do you think you can sell it for one hundred and fifty thousand demon dollars? That is the income of several years of being a commander of the demons. With your cold and resentful appearance, you do not attract anyone's love.

"Who wants to sell it for a good price? Scram!" Weng Qian exploded like a volcano, pouncing towards Jiang Feng.

"Showing off your fangs and brandishing your claws. It seems like selling it for eighty thousand demon dollars would be difficult." Jiang Feng sighed as he stretched out his right hand to pinch Weng Qian's snowy neck.

Weng Qian felt a tightness in her chest. The dizziness caused by being suffocated caused her to lose her balance. She tilted her body and fell towards Jiang Feng.

The Demonic Strength in Jiang Feng's body turned into a bone-chilling cold, forcefully killing off the urge. Jiang Feng's eyes became as clear as water again, and there were no traces of emotions or desires.

Her hot and dry body instantly returned to normal. Even Weng Qian, who was in Jiang Feng's embrace, could feel a chill coming from the lesser demon's body. She couldn't help but shiver.

"Come, let's go to the auction hall." Ye Zichen pushed the jade in his arms away, then opened the door and walked out, while moving away from the long table in front of the door.

Weng Qian stared at Jiang Feng's back in a daze. "Is it possible that all the Mountain-Patrolling Sprite s are this dead guy's face?"

The Auction Hall was the most bustling place in Zhuyan Town. Almost every day, there would be auctions held in the open air plaza at the west side of the town, especially the large-scale auctions at the end of every weekend and every month.

After signing and signing the contract, Jiang Feng put the auction document into his pocket. He knew that if the seller accidentally died, the auction house would have the authority to deal with any auction item that he had entrusted to them, which was Weng Qian.