“Tu San, this couldn't be an old bird pretending to be green, could it?”
A lean man with a curved saber in Tu San's team sneered repeatedly.
Tu San coldly rebuked, “Impossible, I saw it clearly, they are definitely two greenhorns. That Li Wanji only has some connection with the Yellow-Robed Demon Subduer; otherwise, I wouldn't even bother with her.”
The lean man brandished the curved saber in his hand and said sinisterly, “Don't play with an eagle your whole life only to have your eyes pecked out by an eagle. This is the front line. Even though it's relatively peaceful near the city gate, those two greenhorns will definitely find a lone Yao Beast to adapt. But look around now, it's empty, and their pace can't be faster than ours.”
One of the short, stout men said coldly, “Don't be played by others. There are many old birds pretending to be greenhorns these days.”
Tu San said in a deep voice, “What? After so many successful jobs, you don't trust me this time?”
The lean man chuckled, “It's not a matter of trust or not, but only you got close to those two. And what did you say? He has a Storage Ring? You can't just make up things like that.”
Tu San's face darkened, “Remember, I, Tu San, always share my wealth with my brothers. Someone with a Storage Ring must have a very powerful background, and there must be unimaginable wealth inside. If we succeed this time, brothers can find any mountain, lay low for decades, and wait for the storm to pass. Do we still need to fight everywhere like now, putting our lives on the line?”
The others remained silent.
Everyone present was ruthless. In previous years, when greenhorns fell into their hands, the men were directly killed, and the women, after they grew tired of them, were thrown into places where Yao Beasts gathered.
They made sure to destroy the bodies without a trace, leaving nothing behind.
But offending someone with a Storage Ring, would it be the same as before?
Even if they succeeded, the consequences…
It would probably be a thunderous rage, with nowhere to hide.
The lean man's expression was cold, “Tu San, I want to confirm again, is what he's wearing on his Left Hand really a Storage Ring?”
“Yeah, is it real or fake? After all, none of us have seen one.”
“This cannot be mistaken. If it's not a Storage Ring, then the other party can only be an ordinary fat sheep.”
The others quickly asked.
Tu San took a deep breath, “Brothers, you know what kind of person I, Tu San, am. Since you are hesitant about this matter, I might as well reveal my identity. I'm not boasting when I say that thirty years ago, I, your brother, worked as a handyman for three months at Hua Xing Sect, one of the top 500 Schools in Kunyuan Continent!”
Everyone was startled, and the lean man was even more shocked, “That's a top fifty School!”
A sneer appeared in Tu San's eyes, and his chin lifted slightly. “I'm really not boasting, ask yourselves, who among you has the qualifications to be a handyman at Hua Xing Sect?”
Everyone shook their heads, “Absolutely no qualifications, Brother Tu's background is indeed extraordinary.”
Tu San snorted proudly, “During my time as a handyman, by chance, those important figures passed by me. Although they were fifty meters away, I saw it clearly: one of them had a Storage Ring similar to that fat sheep's on his hand. So, with just one glance, I can determine that the fat sheep's hand has a genuine Storage Ring.”
The lean man's expression was complex, then he broke into a wide smile, “Brother Tu, why didn't you say so earlier? Look, you made us, right, have doubts we shouldn't have.”
The short, stout man asked curiously, “Then why didn't you stay there later?”
Hearing this, Tu San sighed, “It was still because I, your brother, had no background, no resources, and the path for advancement was too narrow. Seeing no future, I snuck a Cultivation Technique from the outer sect and ran away.”
The lean man suddenly said, “If this person really has such a powerful background, then perhaps we can't just kill him directly.”
Tu San's eyes lit up, “You mean…”
“Cultivation Technique!”
Everyone's hearts trembled, and their eyes glowed with fanaticism.
What they, the Loose Cultivators, lacked most was Cultivation Technique. Although the Hua Xia Dynasty provided them with this path, how many Yao Beasts would they have to kill?
What if they didn't accumulate enough and ended up dying themselves?
Tu San reacted, his expression excited, “Brothers, this isn't a fat sheep? This is a fat pig!”
The lean man brandished his saber and shouted excitedly, “Brothers, let's kill the pig and eat meat!”
“Kill the pig and eat meat!”
For a moment, everyone was invigorated, their eyes red.
...
Li Wanji stood up, feeling a bit disheveled.
In the darkness, Zhou Chen was struggling to swing his sword, hacking at the black wild boar's two plump hind legs. The reason was simple: Second Master liked to eat them.
As for Zhou You, he was simply sitting cross-legged nearby, quietly contemplating his own issues.
The consistent success of his Sword Stream these days gradually made him realize some details he had previously overlooked.
For many years, under Niu Dali's oppressive teaching methods, he had indeed felt somewhat inferior.
Recalling those years, the most common phrase he heard daily was—Aptitude is dull.
But today, this black wild boar, as large as a house, was still easily slain.
Therefore, he came to a new conclusion.
“I may not be useless after all; in fact, my speed in drawing the sword is quite fast.”
Zhou You's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, “I can even say that I am very strong.”
But how strong?
It was currently impossible to define, unless he could encounter an existence he couldn't draw his sword against.
In that case, he would probably be able to judge his own strength.
“I must find stronger Yao Beasts, find Six-Rank, or even Nine-Rank Great Yao Beasts.”
A crazy idea gradually grew in his mind; he wanted to verify his conjecture.
“Second Master.”
In the darkness, Zhou Chen called out.
Zhou You raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”
Zhou Chen hesitated, “The sword broke.”
Zhou You stood up and walked over with Li Wanji. The ordinary sharp sword had broken, and the black wild boar's fur hadn't even been cut through.
Even as a Four-Rank Yao Beast, this black wild boar had thick skin and flesh, making it difficult to injure.
Li Wanji sighed, “That was just an ordinary sharp sword. You've killed so many Yao Beasts before; it was bound to break.”
Zhou Chen pouted, feeling quite helpless.
Li Wanji reached out to grab the Zhu Xie Sword at Zhou You's waist, “Give yours to her; you don't use it anyway.”
Her hand stopped midway, feeling her body stiffen, a chill rushing to her head.
Zhou You's tone was indifferent, “My sword, no one can touch it except my Master.”
Li Wanji retreated awkwardly, yet stubbornly said, “What's so Divine Qi about it? Who are you trying to scare?”
Zhou You said calmly, “Remember, if you want to travel with me, never touch my sword.”
The seriousness in his eyes made Li Wanji feel immense pressure, even struggling to breathe.
Zhou You said coldly, “You will really die.”
The Sword Stream requires a sword and a scabbard.
This sword, absolutely cannot change hands!