At night, in the Purple Bamboo Society of Xinchou District.
“Are the seven brothers of Wu Mountain so arrogant?” Zhang Tu’an’s eyebrows furrowed tightly.
“Extremely arrogant!” Ding Wu was still furious.
“Send someone to collect their information.” Zhang Tu’an thought for a moment and calmly said, “Especially the data of those Lower Courtyard disciples they control.”
“Boss, are we going after them?!” Ding Wu asked excitedly.
“Can you take them on?” Zhang Tu’an asked indifferently.
Recalling Zheng Jin’s formidable aura, Ding Wu’s face turned unsightly as he shook his head.
“See if they have any enemies. Let’s keep them busy first.” Zhang Tu’an said calmly.
“We need time to build up strength,” Zhang Tu’an glanced at Ding Wu.
“With enough strength, we can uproot them completely.”
“Understood!” Ding Wu’s mouth curled up. It was good as long as these people were on the boss’s list.
Sooner or later, all of them could be taken down!
The two were discussing how to make the Purple Bamboo Society profitable.
A short man in gray clothes rushed into the main hall.
“Boss, Zheng Jin of the seven Wu Mountain brothers is dead. They say… they say it was Brother Ding Wu who killed him!”
“Someone from their side came to deliver a message, asking to meet with the boss to discuss this matter.”
Ding Wu was taken aback, “Impossible!”
But Zhang Tu’an’s face changed.
Ding Wu had been framed!
Was this against the Purple Bamboo Society or the Wu Mountain brothers?
His mind racing, Zhang Tu’an quickly composed himself, “Don’t panic!”
“Since they want to meet to discuss, it shows there’s still room for maneuver.”
Saying so, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
Were they also suspecting a trap?
“Let them set the time and place, and I will certainly attend,” Zhang Tu’an waved to dismiss the messenger.
“Boss!” Ding Wu looked anxious.
“No rush,” Zhang Tu’an said thoughtfully, “This might not necessarily be a bad thing.”
“They haven’t rushed to retaliate, and we really haven’t done this thing.”
“Meeting them might not only be safe but could possibly become an opportunity for us to collaborate.”
Zhang Tu’an pondered carefully, a spark of Spiritual Light suddenly flashing through his mind.
“They are eyeing the members of the Purple Bamboo Society.”
“Just now we were thinking about how to make the Purple Bamboo Society profitable, and here comes the opportunity!”
“Does the boss mean that we should do the same as the Wu Mountain brothers?” Ding Wu whispered.
“No, we’ll rent people directly to the Wu Mountain brothers and make money while lying down,” Zhang Tu’an’s mouth curved into a smirk.
“Will those below agree?” Ding Wu didn’t understand.
“Let the Wu Mountain brothers intimidate them, then we step in and symbolically negotiate a bit of benefit.”
“In fact, we’ll be collaborating with the Wu Mountain brothers to put on a show.”
“One plays the good cop, the other the bad cop, leading these people by the nose. They can’t go west if we tell them to go east!”
Ding Wu immediately beamed, “Boss, that’s brilli…”
Pfft!
A soft noise sounded and the smile on Ding Wu’s face instantly froze.
A hole suddenly appeared in his forehead.
Red and white splattered, covering Zhang Tu’an’s face.
Zhang Tu’an instinctively reached for his waist and rapidly chanted some difficult, low Curse Words.
A semi-transparent pearly white Light Shield suddenly enveloped him.
Almost the next instant, a black and red pellet the size of a soybean appeared in front of the shield.
Bang!
A dull sound, like a stick striking water, echoed.
The Light Shield immediately rippled with a series of waves.
Looking at the shattered pellet close at hand, Zhang Tu’an heaved a deep sigh of relief, “That was close!”
Immediately, his face turned unsightly as his eyes scanned the surroundings, but he saw no one.
Zhang Tu’an regained his composure. “Friend, might you show yourself, so we can discuss any issues face to face?”
Bang!
The reply was another black and red pellet.
“Found you!”
In almost an instant, Zhang Tu’an’s palm waved, and a burst of Soul Strength shot out, instantly forming a pitch-black net that shot towards the window.
Then, like the tentacles of an octopus, it swiftly enveloped an area and harshly constricted into a circle.
Hum!
A cluster of long, snake-like black smoke appeared, constantly spinning beneath the dark net.
The black net, tightening like a living creature, was stretched into a silk net ball with a diameter of three meters.
Chen Mu’s figure was intermittently visible within the black smoke.
“Who are you?” Zhang Tu’an glanced at the stable Spiritual Light, his expression calm.
Bang!
A pellet once again exploded in front of the Spiritual Light.
“Heh… it seems you don’t recognize the Spiritual Light Talisman,” Zhang Tu’an chuckled lightly. “Unless you have Perceptive Stage techniques, don’t even think about breaking this Light Shield.”
“Instead of wasting your effort, why not talk to me?”
“If we can turn an enemy into a friend, perhaps we can even share a joyful drink,” Zhang Tu’an said with a cheerful smile while his right hand suddenly curled into a claw.
The silk net enveloping Chen Mu suddenly exerted force, shrinking from a three-meter diameter to two and a half meters in an instant.
Zhang Tu’an’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Now, can we talk?”
No sooner had his words fallen than his right hand clenched into a fist.
The silk net ball immediately shrank to a two-meter diameter, the black smoke compressed to its limit.
Chen Mu looked down at the floor, which had been sliced into pieces by the black silk net.
Then he looked up at the black net lines that were close at hand.
Surprisingly, not a single trace of fear surfaced in his heart.
He even felt that the silk net, composed of Jade Seed Secret Techniques, was as fragile as paper mache—incapable of causing him any harm.
He reached out to grab the silk net overhead.
A sensation of cutting and tightening came, but it was conspicuously devoid of pain.
There was not even a hint of Soul Strength on the surface of his palm.
Thump thump thump…
It was as if tightly stretched ropes were snapping.
Chen Mu grabbed the silk net with both hands, easily tearing it apart.
Looking at his unscathed, pale palm, a thread of silver was faintly discernible under the skin.
“Is this the true manifestation of the Spirit Armor Technique?!” Chen Mu suddenly realized.
The Soul Strength of the Cloud Mirage Shape Cultivation Technique integrated into his body had not vanished but had subtly transformed his physique.
Mere skin defense had already surpassed the limits of the Jade Seed Secret Techniques.
Could someone actually tear the Five Yin Black Evil Net apart with bare hands?
Escape!
Zhang Tu’an’s pupils abruptly contracted, and he immediately ran towards a side window, but he had just lifted his foot.
Bang bang bang…
A series of Sand Containing Pellets rained down like droplets.
The Body Protection Aura was struck, causing ripples to spread.
Zhang Tu’an himself was shaken by the immense impact, retreating step by step.
What shocked him the most was.
With the impact of the pellets shattering, the once impregnable Light Shield faintly began to show traces of black hue.
Like a drop of ink spilling into netted water.
As the ink spread, the Light Shield that seemed indestructible became increasingly pliable, much like a plastic shell softened by high heat.
The continuous black-and-red pellets tugged at the Light Shield, making it cave inward, forming long, thin spikes that were about to reach Zhang Tu’an.
“Stop! I will give you whatever you want!” He could no longer maintain his composure, crying out in panic.
Soul Strength surged throughout his body, forming a thick layer in front of him.
The next moment.
At the tips of the spikes pushed to their limits, a hint of black and red could be faintly seen.
Pop!
Like bursting bubbles, the series of Sand Containing Pellets broke through the Light Shield.
Puff puff puff…
In an instant, Zhang Tu’an was riddled with holes.
The Soul Strength defense he had mustered with all his might was like paper, easily pierced.
“I only wanted your life,” Chen Mu said calmly, looking at Zhang Tu’an.
It is only your fault for troubling me.
“Five Ghosts Moving Mountain!”
Zhang Tu’an and Ding Wu were instantly consumed into nothingness.
Chen Mu’s figure flickered, disappearing without a trace.
With Zheng Jin dead, Zhang Tu’an and Ding Wu missing, conflict between the Purple Bamboo Society and the Wu Mountain seven brothers was inevitable, and a small-scale chaos was almost unavoidable.
But all this had nothing to do with Chen Mu.
No one would believe that this matter was related to a humble farmer.