Chapter 743: Chapter 743: The Inventory of Kunlun Chapter 743: Chapter 743: The Inventory of Kunlun As soon as Daoist Kou Laozhong made his move, the people from the Maoshan Lineage surged over together.
Tang Wangsun was always on guard against the opposition; after all, Kunlun’s reputation was too significant. Having little interaction with other Daoist Sects, they didn’t care much about worldly affairs, and it wouldn’t be strange if they acted rashly in a panic.
The disciples of the Maoshan Sect and their followers, numbering over two thousand, were watching the scene—Tang Tianshi did not believe Maoshan was bound to lose. Moreover, his daughter had said there was a forty percent chance of winning, as long as she was allowed to use the Six Ding Six Jia Talisman.
Tang Wangsun felt that a forty percent chance wasn’t bad; it was worth a gamble. He thought that even if they lost to Kunlun, it wasn’t too bad. At least it would let everyone know that Maoshan still possessed Storage Magical Artifacts and Talismans.
In an age ruled by the economy of attention, whether the news was good or bad, it was always better than being unknown.
Now, Maoshan was about to win, which was a good thing, but then a Great Cultivator from Kunlun made his move and captured Little Celestial Master directly.
The Maoshan disciples and believers could not stand it anymore and surged forward—do you have no sha at all?
Differences between Interdiate Level martial masters and Great Qi Refining Cultivators are not understood by many, but everyone knew that the guy who was beaten until he vomited blood once claid he would wipe out the entire Maoshan Sect.
If you can’t do it, you don’t need to boast. Now that you’ve burst the bubble of your boast, do you pull in a stronger fighter to cover for you?
Many disciples from Maoshan knew the terror of a Great Cultivator, but they believed that in this society governed by law, the opponent wouldn’t have the guts to kill indiscriminately.
And those who were unaware were even less afraid—no matter how capable you are, do you dare to kill us all?
At the end of the day, you’re only three people, and we are more than two thousand. Each of us throwing an egg could smash you to death.
Seeing this, Daoist Kou Laozhong’s face darkened as he shouted loudly, “Are you trying to revolt?”
This guy’s way of thinking was rather peculiar. He thought that n of the Cultivation Path inciting the public to create chaos was akin to starting a rebellion.
This idea wasn’t completely incorrect, but to think this way in the degenerate age was a bit outdated, especially since he was just over forty years old. His conservative approach indicated that Kunlun really was sowhat detached from the world.
However, his reaction wasn’t slow. While shouting loudly, he levitated and grabbed the Little Celestial Master, and at the sa ti, collected the fallen lance and long blade as well.
This was a remarkable feat; in the eyes of most people, it also solidified his identity as a Great Cultivator.
But the folks of Maoshan were not unfamiliar with such wonders. Was it just the Qi Refinent Realm, just Levitation Object Collection? Master Feng could do it too.
Soone shouted loudly, “Catch them, don’t let them take Little Celestial Master away.”
The sky was almost dark, and the three from Kunlun never expected that despite Uncle Kou using thods of the Qi Refinent Realm, it failed to deter the opposition. Yet, they really didn’t have the resolve to resort to extre violence.
If it were about ten to twenty, or even thirty to fifty people, one could kill and carefully eradicate all evidence without causing too much trouble.
But with over two thousand people… the difficulty was hellish. Just a few escapees and Kunlun would face troubleso tis.
Moreover, not all of these believers were ordinary people. In fact, among the privileged, the percentage of those who believed in these gods and ghosts was even higher.
Fortunately, Kunlun wasn’t just represented by a re trio. There were also more than a dozen experts from the Western Martial Forest and several dozen onlookers, who basically counted as Kunlun faithful.
The disciples of Kunlun’s Inner Sect were proud and did not deign to notify these people, but Junior Brother Ju, who mingled more on the outside, naturally wanted to generate hype for his sect. As soon as he let slip that they intended to head east to accuse Maoshan, many followed enthusiastically.
In fact, among the experts who followed, more than one recognized Tang Wangsun.
So imdiately, soone stepped forward to diate, urging both sides to restrain themselves.
This served a dual purpose: it ant the people of Kunlun didn’t have to worry about being surrounded, and Maoshan didn’t have to fear Kunlun continuing to make lethal moves.
Tang Tianshi was quite unhappy inside, “Return my daughter, and then we can talk properly.”
Daoist Kou Laozhong sneered disdainfully and without speaking, he unleashed the Ti Shuttle, carrying two disciples with him while holding Tang Wenji, flying to another mountain peak.
His ssage was clear: no matter how many of you there are, we can still get away if we want to.
The believers from Maoshan, witnessing this, were all stunned: were they truly immortals capable of soaring through the skies and burrowing into the earth?
Eventually, a Daoist master from the Siming Celestial Realm diated; he suggested that both parties slowly negotiate and not escalate the situation to attract Official Governnt attention, as that would be troubleso.
Tang Tianshi’s demands weren’t high; since Kunlun had lost, they should first return his daughter, then as promised, compensate him with a Storage Magical Artifact.
Releasing people was simple. Daoist Kou Laozhong had already put away the Rope Lasso, but he casually placed two restrictions on Tang Wenji’s body and also took away the Storage Talisman she possessed.
As for admitting… Kunlun lost? He was absolutely unwilling to acknowledge it.
In his understanding, in the battles between Martial Cultivators, using Talismans was very despicable. The fight between Tang Wenji and Li Chonggu was equivalent to seven against one.
What he found even more intolerable was that Tang Wenji used Storage Talismans multiple tis in battle, which he saw as blatant cheating—were you practicing Martial Cultivation or Cultivation?
“It’s all equipnt Wenji brought herself, where is the cheating?” Tang Wangsun steadfastly denied the accusation.
He argued vehently, “The Six Ding Six Jia Talisman was left by our Maoshan ancestor. Wenji, being a Martial Cultivator, was able to activate the Storage Magical Artifact, and that’s her fortune. Just because you from Kunlun have never seen such a Storage Magical Artifact doesn’t an it doesn’t exist…”
“Our Maoshan family is large and well-equipped, is that a mistake? Kunlun has such a great reputation, yet you dare to cause trouble in Maoshan, then show your equipnt if you’re capable. If you don’t have the assets, don’t boast… Acting as if you’re the biggest, second only to heaven itself.”
His words were harsh, but Kou Laozhong didn’t pay any attention to him, instead taking a keen interest in playing with that Long Blade.
He didn’t care about Tang Wangsun’s words, to him anyone below the Qi Refinent Realm was insignificant, not even worthy of anger—does a lion pay attention to the buzzing of flies?
What piqued his interest were the two weapons that had been confiscated. The spearhead and Long Blade must have been made with so sort of tal, not only were they exceptionally heavy, but they could also cut through iron like mud.
With a casual swipe, he cut through a piece of rock and couldn’t help but praise, “What a good blade!”
“That was a gift from Master Feng!” Tang Wenji shouted, “If you damage my treasured blade, I won’t let you off until one of us is dead!”
She truly cherished it. Normally she treasured the blade greatly, occasionally demonstrating its ability to cut through iron like mud, and would always marshal her Inner Qi to protect the blade’s edge. How could it be like this surnad Kou, who didn’t channel any energy and just used it to chop rocks directly?
Kou Laozhong glanced at her indifferently and casually tossed the Long Blade to Li Chonggu, “This blade is yours now.”
Li Chonggu caught the Long Blade and stood up, bowing respectfully, “Many thanks for the blade, Uncle Kou.”
“Heh,” Tang Wenji was almost furious, “Giving my stuff to soone else? And thanking for the blade? The ethics of everyone in Kunlun… are truly disappointing.”
The mont she said that, Kou Laozhong looked at her again, and tossing the spear to Junior Brother Ju, “This spear is yours,” he declared.
Junior Brother Ju was overjoyed and also stood up to express his gratitude, “Many thanks for the spear, Uncle Kou.”
Kou Laozhong waved his hand dismissively, speaking lightly, “No need to thank . If it weren’t for this girl’s excessive arrogance, I wouldn’t have taken slight disciplinary action.”
Upon hearing this, Tang Wenji decided to go all out, spitting fiercely, “Ptui, bullying the weak, shaless.”
Kou Laozhong glared at her severely, forming a spell with his fingers, and Little Celestial Master instantly felt excruciating pain, as if thousands of small knives were slicing through her body.
She clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound, but her whole body shook violently.
Kou Laozhong, appearing oblivious, took out the Storage Talisman and began to examine it, clicking his tongue in wonder, “This Storage Magical Artifact is indeed quite unique… It seems this Luohua Manor is sowhat interesting.”
Seeing this, Tang Wenji scread with all her might, “Stop! Storage Talismans have a limited number of uses!”
Among the many things Feng Jun had given her, she treasured this Mortal’s version of the Storage Talisman the most. Weapons, no matter how valuable, were just for combat—after all, they couldn’t possibly be more powerful than missiles, right?
To her, even Spirit Stones were not as important as the Storage Talisman!
Kou Laozhong smiled dismissively, “Is it called a Storage Talisman? Heh, quite interesting indeed, oh? There are also three used Spirit Stones inside…”
While speaking, he took out the three Spirit Stones and observed them in his palm.
Tang Wenji, already in severe pain, felt a burst of anger and her vision turned black as she fainted.
Daoist Ma could no longer bear it and quietly left to call Feng Jun.
Zhang Caixin receiving such a phone call, one could only imagine her mood.
After she recounted what had happened, everyone in the luxury car fell silent.
After a while, Sister Hong let out a long sigh, “The innocent must not be blad for carrying jade.”
“Heh,” Feng Jun chuckled, speaking casually, “I’ve always said, focus on Cultivation. The world of Cultivators is rciless. Is this such a big deal?”
Feng Jing sighed deeply, agreeing with a sense of realization, “Yes, this is still just the Qi Refinent Realm, what about when we encounter Golden Core or Nascent Soul stages?”
“There are no Golden Cores,” Zhang Caixin shook her head; she too was obsessed with Cultivation and was familiar with such information, “Huaxia has had no Golden Core for a thousand years.”
“Heh,” Feng Jing laughed, not taking it seriously, “Xiao Caixin, take a longer view. Now that you’ve started Cultivation, this world might not just be the world you know.”
The others beca silent again, and those with sharp minds could hear sothing different in her words.
After a mont, Gu Jiahui spoke up, “So we’re just going to let Kunlun Sect get away with bullying, just like that? This is like slapping Brother Jun in the face…”
Not long ago in Luohua Manor, she and Tang Wenji had been on the fringes, and having bonded over shared misfortunes, they had developed a good relationship. She felt so indignation on behalf of Little Celestial Master.
Feng Jun smiled, “Have you seen the ti? We’re already in the capital, let’s eat first…”
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