Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 992 - 292: [Underground Trading Market] (6200)_2

Chapter 992: Chapter 292: [Underground Trading Market] (6200)_2

Therefore, you must weigh the importance of these matters yourself.

This time in the City of No Return, if you mishandle the conflict between the two clans, then at worst you return and kneel for a few days before the Ancestor’s mountain. I’ll say a few words on your behalf, and with the Ancestor’s expansive nature, you won’t be punished too severely.

But if that child makes a mistake..."

At this point, the shadow on the couch finally turned around.

A face devoid of expression, plain in appearance, yet unable to conceal a fierce aura in the features.

She stared coldly at the woman through the water’s ripple: "...I will kill you first, then seek forgiveness from the Ancestor!"

The woman exhaled, seemingly unafraid, and smiled lightly, but her tone carried a weight of seriousness: "Master, rest assured, I will definitely ensure his safety!"

"No need to make extensive contact, I gathered from the Ancestor’s intent, as long as he’s safe it’s enough; we don’t want him involved in too much of our affairs."

The woman nodded: "Understood."

Pausing, a trace of curiosity appeared in her eyes, and she laughed: "Master... what is that child’s true identity? Is it really as rumored, that he is the Ancestor’s bloodline left in the mortal world?"

"Silence!"

The middle-aged woman in the scene immediately raised her eyebrows at this, pointing her finger sternly, "Is the Ancestor’s matter something you can discuss privately? If you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’ll cut your tongue when you return."

The woman shrank back her neck yet stuck out her tongue, laughing softly: "Master couldn’t bear to; my mouth has many sweet words to make Master and the Ancestor happy."

Seeing the woman still jesting, the middle-aged woman in the scene frowned.

She sat up from the couch, put aside her fan, and stared icily at her.

"I’m beginning to regret sending you to City of No Return!" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Huh?"

"Everything has gone too smoothly for you these years, your cultivation has grown rapidly, and the affairs you handle are all executed smoothly, everything goes as planned, now your thoughts are drifting!"

The middle-aged woman said coldly: "Words spoken by the Ancestor, emphasizing important matters that I entrust you to handle, and yet you joke here?"

Seeing her master angry, the woman dared not continue laughing, collected her smile, and stood respectfully.

"After you return this time, hand over the duties, and go to the mountains for ten years of ascetic cultivation. Your impetuous nature needs to be tempered."

The middle-aged woman sighed: "I’m not kidding, that child cannot make mistakes! If necessary, even if the matters of the two clans’ conflict in the City of No Return go awry, ensure the child’s safety."

"...Understood." The woman responded quietly.

The image shook and disappeared, leaving only a bowl of clear water.

Only then did the woman breathe a sigh of relief, casually pouring out the water in the bowl and putting it away, but her expression was still somewhat complex.

The conflict between the two clans, the arrangements in the City of No Return, is actually the cornerstone for the future of the Ghost Race, concerning the plans for a hundred years! The interests of the eighteen divisions of the Ghost Race!

Master, being the clan leader of the Ghost Race, yet only wanting to curry favor with the Ancestor, is putting things in disarray...

Though respect must be given to the Ancestor, the interests of the Ghost Race’s eighteen divisions and countless people should not be neglected.

Since I personally came to the City of No Return this time, all the arrangements here are strategies I personally devised, naturally, I must handle the matters beautifully, so that upon return, by merit, I can become a Yama of one of the divisions.

In the future, I’ll have the opportunity to vie for the position of Common Lord, the clan leader left by Master of the eighteen divisions.

As for the Ancestor’s bloodline in the mortal realm...

Saint Venerables are immortal, with longevity spanning aeons, leaving countless familial bloodlines in the mortal realm generations ago, who knows how many generations have passed.

Since the Ancestor cherishes the familial kinship and wishes to care for it, besides completing the task, I will also spare some effort to look after him, ensuring his safety is sufficient.

Is it really that difficult?

·

After contemplating in the dark room, the woman then turned around, pushed the door open, and came out.

Outside was a meticulously arranged incense room, equipped with an incense table, meditation cushions, and exquisite decorations.

Around the columns, intricate array engravings were carved, faint precious glows floated, and dense Primordial Qi surged in from all directions without end.

The woman sat on the meditation cushion for a while, then heard a knock at the door from outside.

After just three knocks, a voice followed.

"Cave Maiden, the hour has come."

The woman took a deep breath, rose, adjusted her attire, and with a cold expression, walked calmly to open the door.

Outside, several people dressed in Ghost Race attire stood obediently, led by a man whose outfit was cyan-black embroidered with golden threads, with a turban wrapped around his head.

Eye sockets slightly sunken, skin dark, yet those eyes were sharp.

As he looked up at the woman, the sharpness in his gaze was concealed, and he said deferentially: "Everything outside is prepared."

The woman coldly said, "Let’s go."

·

The underground market of this gathering is truly "underground" in every sense.

From the northeastern corner of the market, another entrance, following the steps down, walking straight down tens of steps, arriving at the underground hall.

This hall is grandly excavated, its area almost matching the market above.

It presents a domed layout. Around is a circle of mountain terraces, with chairs set atop.

And at the center below is a ten-meter long and ten-meter wide display platform.

At this moment, the underground hall already held around two to three hundred people.

But most are ordinary cultivators casually wandering the market.