Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye lowered his gaze and observed for a while before raising his hand to pinch a pinch of the powder and bring it before his eyes. This powder was very light and sparkling, did not stick to his fingers, and was almost as silky as satin.


Judging by the amount he had taken that day, Pei Ye estimated that this jade box contained at least a portion for thirty people.


"Do you think," Pei Ye mused to himself, "there's any difference between this and the merfolk pearl powder we acquired for a hefty price from Immortal Platform? Especially if it can allow one to enter the Spirit Realm."


Black Cat, without speaking, turned its gaze toward the broad table in front of it.


A short note that had been read was pushed to one side carelessly, while an ancient scroll, with binding and paper unlike those of contemporary times, lay open halfway in front of the seat with drafting paper beside it for readers to sketch and copy notes.


Pei Ye stepped forward and picked up the short note:


Chapter 171: The Old Fox in the Lying Palace