581: C581 Carrying the Rank 5 Magic Tool

C581 Carrying the Rank 5 Magic Tool

The young men on the third floor came back to their senses and looked at Ye Xiaofan's leaving back view. Their eyes were all rolling around with a glint in them. No one knew what they were thinking about.

Then, the few of them followed Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan skipped down the stairs with two boxes that were bigger than a person and carried them back to the first floor with excitement.

"Look, that rotten brat was driven out. No, that's not right, that's the specially packed box for Fifth-rank Magical Instrument, the Black Rock Iron Box!"

"Two, two Fifth-rank Magical Instrument! Oh my god, how is this possible!? More than a million Spirit Stone are over there!"

"Just who is this person? He isn't dressed as a beggar, but he has the ability to purchase two Fifth-rank Magical Instrument s. In the White Water City, even the other clans cannot purchase two Fifth-rank Magical Instrument s in one go!"

When the people on the first floor saw Ye Xiaofan come down, they were stunned for a moment. Then, they saw the eye-catching box in Ye Xiaofan's hand.

Xiang Family

"Chief, it's bad! Eldest Young Master, he's dead! He's dead!"

In the Xiang Family Hall, a guard who was in charge of the command tablet room, ran in with a pale face and a panicked expression.

Inside the hall, the middle-aged man sitting on the treasured chair suddenly opened his eyes. A terrifying aura swept through the entire hall.

"You know, you lied without authorization and died because of your crimes!"

He looked down at the terrified guards and said in a deep voice.

His Xiang Family was one of the top forces in the entire White Water City, its reputation was huge, and no one dared to offend him.

His son, Xiang Tai, was the young master of Xiang Family. Everyone knew that in White Water City, there exists the fame of Xiang Family.

Your father is cultivating well here, but you just rushed in and said, 'Your son is dead, isn't that just a joke?'

"This, this is the young master's token!"

The guard trembled as he took out a few pieces of broken Life Tablets from his robes and passed them to his head.

Today, as usual, he was standing guard in the room. He heard a crisp sound and ran inside. When he saw the plate break, he felt a wave of cold air rush to the top of his head. He then heard the rumors from the people around him and rushed to the hall in fright.

When he looked at Hongzhen, he saw that the Life Plate had been shattered into several pieces. He suddenly widened his eyes and slowly stared at it. His pupils were bloodshot and filled with numerous pupils.

"Today, when the Eldest Young Master went to the Harvest Merchant Union to purchase goods, he was killed by a six year old child sitting on his butt. The Eldest Young Master died unjustly!"

The guard crouched down and lowered his head, not daring to look at Hongzhen. He told him everything he knew.

"Shua!"

Ye Zichen looked at Hongzhen without saying anything. Other than his bloodshot eyes, there was no other expression on his face. He raised his hand slightly and a green bead flew out from the shattered Life Tablet.

"Buzz buzz!"

The green bead hummed and projected an image of everything that had been seen before Taikai's death.

"..."

"You little b * stard, the hatred for the murder of your son cannot be shared."

He said to Hongzhen in a low voice, and after looking at the picture, the green bead broke into pieces.

Whatever the reason, if he killed his son, he would have to pay for it with his life.

Cultivators, the higher their cultivation, the lower the probability of having a descendant, to the point where they wouldn't be able to produce a descendant even after several thousand years.1

How important was a child to a cultivator?

A hint of killing intent flashed across Hongzhen's eyes, and his figure disappeared from where he stood.

The guards who were crawling on the ground knew that Hongzhen was going to take revenge on Tai Lai.

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