Chapter 1146 -400: Drawing Talisman in the Void, Storage Cargo Box!_3 Lu Lingxiao snorted coldly. Although he was young, he was not foolish. He naturally guessed that the methods his sister had just used were problematic, certainly not relying on any Supreme Dao Foundation. Moreover, this sister’s character, suddenly seeking him out and showboating like this, was certainly questionable. Still, despite saying such, a sensation of pressing pressure surged in his heart. He knew that even if he condensed a Perfect Foundation Base, it would be difficult to surpass her. “Sigh, is it really that hard to admit that sister is stronger? Just behave a little better and sister might give you some tips.” Lu Wangshu did not care about Lu Lingxiao’s attitude. If he easily submitted, she would find it uninteresting. “Humph, at the same realm, I will definitely not be weaker than you.” Lu Lingxiao declared, preparing to seek his master’s advice. “Goose goose goose…” Seeing him like this, Lu Wangshu burst into unreserved laughter. Then she said to the other younger siblings: “Yanyan, Xingchen, Yun Fei, don’t spread the word about what just happened.” If their father found out she came to bully Lu Lingxiao again, he would surely scold her. “Sister Wangshu, rest assured.” The three nodded in response. … White Tiger Mountain. In a valley. “Boom boom boom!” A tall, sturdy young man, his body gleaming with a precious light, was bare-handedly fighting a fierce beast that was gigantic, with a wolf-like head and a scarlet vertical scar on its brow. The strikes from both the man and the beast were extremely fierce, clashing continuously with a clanging resonance, stirring up wind and thunder, echoing throughout the valley. If anyone witnessed this scene, they would be incredibly astonished. After all, Demon Beasts naturally possessed powerful physical bodies; ordinary cultivators would never engage them in close combat, let alone bare-handed. Especially as the young man fought the Demon Beast, stirring up dust and wind-thunder, not falling short, exchanging blows that shattered numerous giant stones in the valley. “Big Pot, Qing Song has something for you.” At that moment, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, cute-looking with buns in her hair and riding Wind-Fire Wheels appeared. She cupped her hands to her mouth, shouting to the young man who was fighting the fierce beast. Hearing this noise, Lu Ping’an and the Nine Netherhound stopped and responded to his sister, Lu Linghe: “Okay, coming.” Moments later, after changing into a black robe, Lu Ping’an joined his not-yet shoulder-high sister and asked, “Xiaohe, what does Qing Song need?” “I have no clue.” Lu Linghe shook her little head, then said to Lu Ping’an, “You’ll know once you go, Big Pot. I’m going to find Xiao Hei to play.” Saying that, she rode the Wind-Fire Wheels to the massive Nine Netherhound, clenched her fists, and crisply shouted, “Come on, Xiao Hei!” The Nine Netherhound, looking at the girl before him with pupils glowing dark red, revealed a hint of helplessness. It thought that having reached this stage, it would no longer need to babysit. But then Lu Linghe came to White Tiger Mountain, often saw it practicing with Lu Ping’an, and wanted to emulate them by sparring with it. Facing Lu Ping’an, it could strike at will. And the two had been training together since childhood, forming a great understanding. But facing Lu Linghe, if it applied a bit too much force with its claws, it would turn the girl into a mush. This process was infinitely more difficult than sparring with Lu Ping’an. “Mountain Shaking Fist!” The girl shouted excitedly, throwing a punch at the Nine Netherhound. Although she knew only one punch, that punch was already full of momentum. As her fist shot forth, massive energy surged, carrying an unstoppable, indestructible force. “Thud!” The Nine Netherhound raised its paw, very reluctantly, but put on a fierce appearance to accompany Lu Linghe in her practice. … “Company, caravan…” In the hall, Lu Ping’an listened to his younger siblings discuss the caravan matter, nodding in response: “Okay, arrange these matters properly, set a time, and inform me.” He had no particular thoughts or opinions about the caravan matter. This business trip might require several years. He needed to return home in advance to visit his mother and talk to Su Jiu’er. “Mm, we just wanted to inform you in advance, brother. It will take some time to organize and form the company.” “If you have any opinions or needs, brother, we can arrange and prepare conveniently.” Lu Qingsong spoke up. Organizing the caravan not only required planning the trade route and preparing manpower but also advance preparation of goods, purchasing beasts of burden, and storage boxes. The space in a normal Storage Bag was limited, and due to volume and weight constraints, using it for trading was very troublesome. The storage box, compared to the Storage Bag, not only had a capacity dozens of times larger but could also be outfitted with numerous prohibitions. Even if the storage box was robbed, breaking the prohibitions on it to steal the goods would be difficult, and their family could use the box’s identifying mark to retrieve the merchandise. “I have no particular opinions or needs; just arrange as you see fit.” Lu Ping’an said with a smile. Although he oversaw White Tiger Mountain, he had never interfered with Family affairs for many years and had no interest in them. “Okay.” Lu Qingsong nodded, understanding his elder brother’s temperament. … Mount Sumeru Cave Heaven. Changsheng Hall. “Hu!” Lu Changsheng opened his eyes and breathed out a long breath of turbid energy, finally recovering from the loss incurred by condensing the ‘Taiyi Dao Seed.’ However, seeing his dwindling supply of High-Quality Spirit Stones, he sighed lightly. Continuing to cultivate like this, he would deplete all the High-Quality Spirit Stones he had accumulated over the years. He rose and walked out of his Cave Mansion, glanced at Ling Zixiao’s Cave Mansion, and since she was not in Changsheng Hall, he headed to the Lu Family Mansion.