Chapter 806 - 384: Closed-door Disciple! My Samadhi True Flame_3

Chapter 806: Chapter 384: Closed-door Disciple! My Samadhi True Flame_3

Zhao Menglang placed the residual seal of the [Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal] back into the wooden box and handed it back into Xiao Changfeng’s hands.

Xiao Changfeng, looking disheveled and biting his teeth, was reluctant to linger. He glared fiercely at Zhang Fan, stood up, and began to leave. At the door, he stopped again and turned back to Zhang Fan.

"Dare to leave a name?"

"I’ll give you your mom’s name!" Zhang Fan blurted out.

Xiao Changfeng’s face twitched; he stomped his foot violently and stormed out.

"What a pity." Zhang Fan watched Xiao Changfeng’s departing figure, his mind already captivated by that residual seal.

"Let’s make a bet."

At this moment, Li Yishan suddenly spoke.

"Bet on what?"

"I bet there’s still fate between you and your precious thing." Li Yishan said meaningfully.

A moment later, Zhang Fan and his companions left the Treasure Pavilion, and the cluttered shop returned to its usual quietness.

"That young man named Zhang Fan, just now there was a kind of aura about him, the same root and origin as the [Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal]; that residual seal was being drawn towards it..."

At this moment, a woman’s voice resounded in the shop, echoing in the ears of Zhao Menglang, who was tidying the goods.

"So what?" Zhao Menglang did not turn his head, speaking as though talking to the air.

"He might also have a Dragon Tiger Mountain Dharma Seal on him."

In the cluttered shop, the woman’s voice echoed again, like a ghost, heard but unseen.

"Who doesn’t have a couple of treasures?" Zhao Menglang said lightly, his head lowered.

"But his surname is also Zhang, if not Beizhang, then..."

"South Zhang!"

The woman’s voice carried a hint of excitement.

"You’ve talked too much today."

Zhao Menglang raised an eyebrow and slowly stood up: "Don’t spill a word about today’s affairs, or I’ll ruin you."

Saying this, Zhao Menglang turned around to look at a bronze mirror enshrined at the top of the shop.

"I’m going on a long trip, make sure to watch the shop well!"

...

The Qinling Mountains stood majestic, like a great dragon shrouded in mystery, sprawling over the land of Qin Chuan.

A vehicle climbed up the mountain, entering the deep and secluded ranges, with trees on both sides retreating in haste.

Moments later, the vehicle stopped in a clearing, Xiao Changfeng disembarked and continued on foot. After about two hours of walking, the mountain was enveloped in mist, making it difficult for ordinary people to find their way.

With three thousand miles of Qinling, encountering such a scene would likely mean getting lost in the mountains and staying here forever.

At this moment, two flickering flames appeared ahead, and an ancient, secluded temple came into view, enshrining not traditional immortal gods, but a vivid clay sculpture of a flood dragon.

"Demon Leader, I’ve come."

Stopping in front of the ancient temple, Xiao Changfeng paused to pay a deep respect and then placed the wooden box he was holding in front of the temple.

"As promised, come again in seven days."

Suddenly, a strange voice emanated from within the temple, like thunder rolling across the sky.

Xiao Changfeng did not dare say more, for he was able to purchase this residual seal because of the temple’s master, the Qinling Demon Leader.

Being a disciple from Zhongnan Mountain and a human, no one was better suited as a representative to handle worldly affairs among the mortal world.

Xiao Changfeng exchanged three [Dragon Tooth Stones] acquired from Qinling for this [Thunder City Demon-Catching Golden Seal] residual seal.

As agreed, the Qinling Demon Leader needed only seven days to comprehend and study it, after which the residual seal would truly belong to him.

"I’ll be on my way then."

Xiao Changfeng bowed respectfully and turned to leave, vanishing into the dense fog.

"Heh, a Zhongnan Mountain disciple, just a wine sack and rice bag, he’s injured."

Suddenly, a light laughter came from another direction, carrying a mocking tone.

"His injuries come from the power of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family’s Dharma Seal."

Inside the ancient temple, that strange voice sounded again, as if responding. Amidst the rising incense, the hideous flood dragon’s clay sculpture seemed to come alive, exuding a chilling aura.

"That is the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal. Tsk tsk, my [Samadhi True Flame] is also in Chang’an!!"

The cold laughter resounded again, followed by a figure slowly emerging from the dense fog, none other than the [Master of the Red Palace] Ming Shenshou.