Chapter 389: Chapter 389

"Hehe..." the woman in palace attire giggled. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

Her crystalline, twinkling feet, bare, took a step forward.

The immense aura of someone in the Void Transformation Realm was like Mount Tai, heavy and oppressive, rolling towards Zhang Xiaohao.

"If you want to settle this matter, let’s see if you have the skills!" the woman in palace attire said with a serious face, her smile gone.

In an instant, the fierce and storm-like formidable aura bore down on Zhang Xiaohao.

"Early Stage of Void Transformation Realm? Indeed powerful, no wonder you’re so arrogant," Zhang Xiaohao calmly said.

He shuddered, and the murderous intent on his body condensed into a longsword, forcefully slashing at the oppressive aura coming from the woman in palace attire.

"Want more?" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

"Hehe! Such a rich killing intent, little brother, I’m quite curious, how many people have you killed to have such a heavy air of murder about you?" the woman in palace attire asked with a laugh.

Changing her demeanor as quickly as flipping a book.

"I’ll give you three seconds to think, I’ll count to three, and if you haven’t made up your mind by then, I’ll take the settlement by force!" Zhang Xiaohao seriously said, word by word.

"Men are so impatient, not a single good one among them!" Before Zhang Xiaohao could finish the count of three, the woman in palace attire interrupted.

"Answer me one question, and I’ll give you a settlement," the woman in palace attire said.

"Agreed! The compensation will be doubled," Zhang Xiaohao said as if each word were gold.

"Hehe... Little brother, are your words golden and sentences of jade? Just for one question, the price doubles?" the woman in palace attire chuckled.

"Golden words and jade sentences mean jack shit, here you follow my rules!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

"I’m asking you, with your strength, how come you’re not on the Dragon and Tiger List?" the woman in palace attire questioned, puzzled.

She was almost familiar with the top hundred masters listed there.

And yet, she had never heard of Zhang Xiaohao.

"You ask me? How should I know? It’s not like I’m the one who makes the Dragon and Tiger List. Surely I can’t go knocking on their door because of it, can I?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"Hehe! That’s a good explanation," said the woman in palace attire.

"So, what do you want?"

"Your Tianyin Sect is rich and powerful, if I ask for too little, I’d seem to be belittling you. How about you just hand over seven or eight stalks of millennium-old Spiritual Medicine?" Zhang Xiaohao offhandedly suggested.

"What did you say? Seven or eight stalks of millennium-old Spiritual Medicine? You might as well just rob us!" exclaimed the woman in palace attire.

"Is the Tianyin Sect really so poor? Can’t even afford seven or eight stalks of millennium-old Spiritual Medicine?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"Hmph! You think millennium-old Spiritual Medicine is as common as cabbage? Let alone seven or eight stalks, I haven’t seen a single one in my lifetime! Even the treasure vault of Tianyin Sect doesn’t have millennium-old Spiritual Medicine!" the woman in palace attire stated emphatically.

"Sigh! I knew it, your Tianyin Sect is so poor, all you have left are people. If you don’t have seven or eight stalks of millennium-old Spiritual Medicine, surely you have some that are a thousand years old," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Hmph! If you’re going to be that greedy, we might as well settle this with a fight!" the woman in palace attire scoffed.

"Is that so? Then let’s fight!" Zhang Xiaohao declared, his intent to kill skyrocketing.

"Heavenly Slash Sword..."

"Wait!" Before she could finish her sentence, the woman in palace attire spoke up again.

"We don’t have seven or eight stalks of thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine, but one stalk could be considered."

"Hmph! You think I’m a beggar by the roadside, to be fobbed off with just one stalk of thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine?" Zhang Xiaohao scoffed.

"Little brother, don’t push your luck! If things turn sour, it won’t be good for either of us," the woman in palace attire said.

"How am I pushing my luck?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"Giggle!" The woman in palace attire said purposefully.

"I think this place is quite nice," Zhang Xiaohao said with relish.

"Giggle! Little brother, you hide your talents well! So, you’re just like them, huh! But, Sister likes you," the woman in palace attire said.

"Cut the nonsense, take out five stalks of millennial Spiritual Medicine, and we’ll consider this matter settled," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Not five, only two!" the woman in palace attire said.

"Two stalks? Are you trying to fend off a beggar?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.

"Humph! Little brother, don’t act clever after gaining an advantage. Even these two stalks of Spiritual Medicine were hard-earned treasures I’ve collected over many years! It’s only because Sister finds you quite pleasant that I’m even offering them. If it were someone else who dared to speak to me , they would have been a cold corpse long ago!" the woman in palace attire said seriously.

"I’ll step back one more time, three stalks of Spiritual Medicine, and reveal the mastermind behind the scenes," Zhang Xiaohao said.

The woman in palace attire pondered for a moment and did not respond immediately.

After a while, she put away the smile on her face and said seriously,

"Do you really want to know?"

"What do you think?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"The one who instructed them is called Bao Butong, a candidate for Saint Heir of the Tianyin Sect, or you could call him a pseudo-candidate," the woman in palace attire said.

"Bao Butong? That’s a strange name; I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before," Zhang Xiaohao said, frowning.

"He’s the hidden owner of Tiandu Hospital and has many estate properties in Nanhua City, including the villa estate here—it’s one of his assets," the woman in palace attire said.

"So that’s the way it is! Quite the hidden depth!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

"Here are three stalks of Spiritual Medicine!" The woman in palace attire slapped her hand.

From the storage bag at her waist, she took out three stalks of millennial Spiritual Medicine and threw them over.

Zhang Xiaohao didn’t stand on ceremony, casually storing away the three stalks of Spiritual Medicine.

He turned and started to leave.

"Little brother, remember this, my name is Gong Ningyue. If you change your mind one day, my doors are always open for you," Gong Ningyue said with a flirtatious laugh.

"Ha-ha! I want it now, do you dare?" Zhang Xiaohao said without looking back.

"Just to remind you, Bao Butong will return to his sect to participate in the battle for the Saint Heir in half a month," Gong Ningyue said.

"Thanks for the tip! Consider it a favor I owe you," Zhang Xiaohao replied.

Having said that, he tapped his foot and, using the Twelve Heavenly Steps, vanished in a few flashes.

"Palace Master, please forgive my ignorance. He is merely a minor Martial Artist in the Control Realm; why do we need to be so indulgent with him?" the same maidservant who had spoken earlier mustered the courage to ask.

Gong Ningyue gave her a cold look and stretched out her right hand.

A shallow cut appeared in the palm of her hand.

"Now you understand, don’t you?" Gong Ningyue said.

"This servant recognizes her fault!" the maidservant said.

"Hmph! Bao Butong, oh Bao Butong, because of your rashness, I’ve lost three stalks of millennial Spiritual Medicine for nothing, heh! I’ll be sure to reclaim it from you, double," Gong Ningyue said with a cold laugh.

With that, she led a group of maidservants, swiftly flying away in one direction.