"..."

After the test was completed, the audience dispersed sparsely.

Lin Shan and Luan Chun looked at each other without saying a word.

It seems that luck is really not very good. Pie-in-the-sky things only belong to the children of luck. A disaster star like him should just go to sleep.

"Fellow Taoist, do you still have your dog...?"

The monk in the animal house next to him kindly reminded him that the bronze-level ones could be thrown away, while the dark silver-level ones could be taken back and cultivated. If they were too lazy to cultivate them, they could be sold to them on the spot for recycling.

“What’s the price for recycling?”

Lin Shan asked casually, thinking that no matter how small a mosquito's legs were, they were still meat.

"Bronze level will not be recycled, dark silver level D and other 100 spirit stones will not be recycled."

Bronze-level dogs are stray dogs that are simply thrown outside to fend for themselves. Of course, the animal shelter will not waste money.

The dark silver level depends on the increasing qualifications. For each additional level, fifty spiritual stones are added. The Ding level is the worst one hundred spiritual stones, which is equivalent to his high-quality gambling dog getting back his money in one litter.

The other five babies all failed.

"Fine."

Lin Shan took back a hundred spiritual stones, clapped his hands and left.

The chicken brother and the pig-headed monster kept muttering under his black robe. The chirping devil dog king has a very broad plan, and it is unknown how much shock it will bring to the cultivation world of Chu State in the future.

Especially what kind of opportunities it contains, and how to prevent future risks.

After he leaves.

The fat steward returned to the inner room, where a blue-robed pharmacist was sitting on the mat.

"This time, the magic gold level was actually born. Master Hongrong's pharmaceutical level has made another breakthrough. It's gratifying!"

Pharmacist Hongrong closed his eyes tightly and never opened them.

"I feel it."

The fat steward did not dare to be dissatisfied at all, because he knew that he was just a part-time worker, and the person opposite him was a real master of medicine, and he was on an equal footing with the elders in the entire Demon Village!

Although Pharmacist Hongrong may look very cold, in fact, he has been thinking about a question in his heart.

'These bitches didn't have any mutated bloodline before. I also checked specifically to see that there should be no fish that slipped through the net. Why did a magic gold-level gambling dog appear?'

He thought about it for a long time and always felt that something was wrong. This time the dog bet was unusual and exceeded his previous expectations.

The loss of a magic gold-level cub is equivalent to a loss-making business for Youli Animal House, and of course he must bear the responsibility.

However, he vaguely remembered it.

Those who are born at Magic Gold level and above should not go alone. There should always be a companion beast by their side to protect them.

Where is the companion beast?

Or maybe, this magic gold-level beast is the companion beast of other monsters...

...

After leaving the animal house, left the Demon Village and headed north.

On the way to Luling Mountain with Lin Shan, Luan Chun could clearly see the customs of Chu State.

There are mostly mountains and hills in the south, and the primitive mountains cut off all the major mortal cities.

Mutual trade requires large caravans to cross mountains and ridges and shuttle between dense forests.

This is also the result of the selfish motives of the demonic sects in various places, which restrict local governments at all levels from building roads and bridges, resulting in a reduction in people-to-people exchanges and preventing the loss of population in their own territories.

The demonic sect needs a large number of cannon fodder disciples, and the real elites are selected from the cultivation of Gu, and the population is the top priority.

Therefore, they are not allowed to massacre mortals, and anyone caught will be severely punished!

And in some villages, all ten rooms are empty, or only ashes remain, which is obviously the work of those unfettered casual cultivators.

The group of casual cultivators is particularly large in the world of demonic cultivation!

Because you can rob in the devil's path, and rob without restraint!

What is the fastest way to accumulate capital and wealth?

plunder!

On the righteous path, everyone thrives peacefully, so it is naturally difficult for casual cultivators to get ahead.

But the geniuses in the demonic path, plundering and enriching themselves, can easily go upstream and carve a bloody path to the sky!

Compared to joining a sect, most demons still prefer to be free and unrestrained as casual cultivators.

Casual cultivators are born not to like being disciplined, this is a gene engraved in their bones.

Because there are no restrictions, sometimes I act unscrupulously without thinking about the future at all.

Fortunately, there are sects and aristocratic families in various places to suppress them, so there won't be much trouble. Most casual cultivators only dare to commit crimes in remote areas.

If there is really a massacre, it will cause all the major sects to jointly impose sanctions!

At that time, it would be difficult to move around in the major immortal cities and cities, and he would be wanted everywhere, so he would have to go into exile and go to Jiaozhou Luocao further north in Chu State.

There are all extremely vicious evildoers inside.

Most casual practitioners don't dare to go there, so they can only occasionally eat meat in secret and find some remote place to practice evil skills.

The government will also notify mortals to try not to live in groups outside a hundred miles of the city, so all villages are dotted around the city.

The villages and villages in the deep mountains and wild forests are mostly populated by Shanyue barbarians who are disobedient to discipline.

And they have also known how to hide for many years, avoid outside pursuit, and often move to different places.

Many of them are smart, and they will even gather some innate masters to lay traps, or invite other immortal masters to ambush and catch evil cultivators.

When chaos arises, anything can happen.

Even people within the sect may go out to the territory of hostile forces to secretly do shameful things. Who can say for sure?

However, the Chu State has a vast territory and abundant resources, and no matter how many evils breed, it cannot break the superficial rules.

I've been out for less than an hour.

Lin Shan sensed something unusual. There were strange fluctuations dozens of miles away to the left. It seemed that high-level monks were fighting.

Brother Chicken and the Pig-Headed Monster also felt it.

"How about we go take a look?"

Lin Shan didn't want to cause trouble, so he told them to forget it. It would be better to do less than to do more.

But they couldn't resist the pig-nosed spirit. From all this distance, they could smell the dog they had just picked up in the dog gambling at Changli Demon Village in the battlefield over there!

"oh?"

Lin Shan's mind suddenly moved, and without saying a word, he took Luan Chun with him and turned into a rainbow and flew over there.

It will take dozens of miles to arrive in a trance.

When he stopped, he saw two groups of people fighting fiercely below, namely the people in yellow and the people in red.

There was a bald man among them who looked very familiar, it was Old Man Vulture!

He was holding a brown cloth bag in his arms at the moment and was running through the crowd, with several Foundation Establishment Stage Demonic Cultivators chasing after him.

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"Ah! You lackeys, what qualifications do you have to say this to me? It's almost enough to ask Master Jindan behind you to speak out!"

The old vulture yelled and started to run away. The enemy Jindan Master who was fighting in the sky heard it and immediately responded to the following.

"I can promise to hand over the monster cub and spare your life!"

"..."

The old vulture was embarrassed for a moment, and the whole person was gone!

When the Jindan Master of my own family saw it, he was almost so angry that he was so angry.

"Vulture, what are you still waiting for? Run away!"

"My disciples and I will cut off your queen, run back to Suzaku Prison, and hand the monster cub to the prison master!"

"As long as you can go back successfully, I will count on you to make a great contribution this time!"

...

The old vulture turned around and ran out of the battle circle. He naturally knew the price of betraying someone in battle.

When a magic gold-level cub is in one's arms, others will be wary of it and dare not use all their strength to hurt themselves, for fear of accidentally injuring the cub.

But once handed over, it will immediately become an abandoned child without any value!

The enemy would never protect themselves, and we would kill him on the spot, so we could only run away.

The magic gold-level cub is a talisman!
To be continued...