Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The easiest way to find out what the bead was used for was to put it into his phone's Sumeru bag, and then it would show its name and usage.    

    

However, with the Dong Family sisters and Guan Yun present, Ning Xiaolei did not do so immediately.    

    

"Wha-that senior left?"    

    

Everyone walked up and curiously looked at the bead in Ning Xiaolei's hand.    

    

Ning Xiaolei nodded and said, "I don't know what this bead is, but it should be a treasure. You guys …"    

    

"Little Xiaolei, take this bead. Maybe it was given to you by that senior."    

    

Dong Xuan'er interrupted Ning Xiaolei before he could finish.    

    

Dong Wan'er, who was standing nearby, seemed to have discussed the matter with Dong Xuan'er before, and did not show any signs of abnormality.    

    

Guan Yun also advised, "Brother Lei, take it. The only person who can talk to that senior is you. Isn't this fate?"    

    

Zhao Xiaoshu didn't say anything and only smiled. However, he understood the meaning in his eyes.    

    

Ning Xiaolei looked at everyone one by one and nodded, "Alright, then I'll do as you bid."    

    

Leaving the palace, the group took the palace and left.    

    

One day later, everyone had plundered all the spiritual medicines in the ruins. Other than some that were too young to be of any value.    

    

"This place is filled with dense Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Why don't we cultivate here for a while?"    

    

Dong Xuan'er suddenly spoke up from the top of a small hill.    

    

Ning Xiaolei thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "The Eight Gates people might still be guarding outside right now, and if we go out we don't have the confidence to deal with them, so we should just cultivate for a while."    

    

"That's exactly what I want. I also want to properly digest the information obtained from Yan Emperor's Earth Palace." Zhao Xiaoshu said with a smile.    

    

No one had any objections, so they stayed.    

    

Being able to be selected by previous Heaven's Edge Terrace could be said to be a rare and good place.    

    

The density of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth was several times higher than that of the outside world. Most people didn't want to miss this opportunity.    

    

However, Ning Xiaolei didn't plan on cultivating honestly, he wanted to get something good from the demon race first.    

    

Furthermore, after reaching the Immortal Realm, it was time to level up the techniques that he had mastered.    

    

Otherwise, if he didn't have a trump card, it would be easy for him to be beaten up.    

    

It was one thing if he met an ordinary opponent, but if he met a monstrous genius and an old monster with many tricks up his sleeve, then he would be at a great disadvantage.    

    

Within the Demon Refining Pot Space, Ning Xiaolei was holding his phone and chatting with a greater demon in the group.    

    

The enormous palace that the Heaven's Edge Terrace Pavilion Master was in before had now become his personal quarters.    

    

Of course he wouldn't be like the pavilion master of the Heaven's Edge Terrace, who didn't do anything but move in many things.    

    

Right now, he was seated atop a large bed, chatting with Nuwa.    

    

"If you want to get your hands on demonic arts and martial arts, then you have to take out the skills to gamble. Remember, you're not allowed to cheat, or else I won't be soft-handed."    

    

Seeing this message, Ning Xiaolei was somehow a little panicked in his heart. Could it be that the matter of that guy Tie Xuan, Divine Turtle, helping him, was discovered?!    

    

If that was the case, it would be his fault.    

    

After all, he was the one who tried to be soft and forced, using all sorts of enticements. It was only because of this that Tie Xuan and Divine Turtle were willing to help him.    

    

Although the tortoise shell belonged to him, it did not belong to Tie Xuan and Divine Turtle after all. It belonged to his race.    

    

Otherwise, the rest of the greater demons would follow suit and give their items to the lesser demons under them. If they were to bet with Ning Xiaolei, the rules of Nuwa wouldn't be set.    

    

Right at this moment, a new message came from Nuwa.    

    

"Sister is going to have turtle soup tonight. Would you like to try some?"