With that price, she could have hired some large-sized mercenary groups to go to the Forsaken Land with her.
However, those people would only go there for her money, and not for her sake.
Instead of hiring mercenaries who could not cooperate reasonably with each other, she would rather spend it where it mattered.
The Cave Wolves Mercenary Group was worthy of the price!
After the city was built, she would reward them with something even better, but she did not want to tell them first.
Sincere treatment would be repaid similarly.
Then, as promised, Shen Yanxiao handed the money to Du Lang and gave the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group five days to deal with their personal affairs. After that, they would head out for the border.
That night, the Vermilion Bird and Lan Fengli brought Uncle Nine and the villagers to Shen Yanxiao.
When Uncle Nine heard that Shen Yanxiao was going to the Forsaken Land, he was not shocked.
He had some questions for her, and after that, he decided that they would go with Shen Yanxiao as well.
After all, the villagers were not fit for society. Maybe the Forsaken Land would be a better fit for them.
Shen Yanxiao had managed to assemble her team. Uncle Nine and the villagers and the Cave Wolves Mercenary Group had about 120 people in total, and they would be the first to power through to the Forsaken Land.
When that was settled, Shen Yanxiao grabbed the Vermilion Bird so that he could fly her to Mount Kuluo.
She had a promise to deliver.
Just as always, Mount Kuluo was scorching.
Shen Yanxiao and the Vermilion Bird walked in the jungle. They did not mind the flashing black shadows that passed through the grasses and woods around them.
The Vermilion Bird had deliberately displayed his overwhelming aura that could only belong to a mythical beast. Those low-level demons and magical beasts were too afraid to bother them.
Well, not unless they were tired of living and wanted to court death.
In the hillside jungle, Shen Yanxiao found the purple-eyed demon—Freud.
Freud laid on the branches of a huge tree lazily. He had a bone in his mouth. He seemed to have sensed her arrival. He tilted his head and smiled wickedly as he looked at her when she stepped onto the tree.
Shen Yanxiao raised her eyebrows. She found it hard to look at him when Freud’s naked leg hung in the air.
It was at night when they last met, so she did not pay attention to Freud’s attire. When she saw it that day, she was completely, utterly… startled!
Freud wore a light shirt that had slits, and that was all that he wore. The shirt had slits around his thighs, and half of his chest was exposed. He used a black belt to tie the shirt around his waist. It was an attire that was similar to the ancient Greek style. Apart from his private parts, everywhere else that could be exposed was bared.
“Kid, I thought you had forgotten about our deal,” Freud said, teasingly. He spat out the white bone and hopped off the tree with agility. He stepped on the grass with his bare feet and rested his hands on the hips. He stood there, with his long, slim legs apart. The white cloth was not able to cover anything up.
Demons were lascivious.
Shen Yanxiao remembered Xiu’s comment. When she saw how Freud dressed in rags, Shen Yanxiao felt a strong sense of willpower; it was as if she wore Joseph’s coat.
“Of course, I haven’t.” Shen Yanxiao ignored Freud’s wicked attire and replied with a smile.
“Oh? Then what were the items you promised me?” Freud’s mouth was raised in a bewitching curl. His squinted purple eyes could make one’s soul tremble.