The number of people making the sa choice as him is no longer few.
So people like to take risks and want to profit from others' misfortunes, while others prioritize staying alive and avoid getting caught up in the chaos.
"Swoosh!"
A streak of Sword Qi slashed across the long street.
A deep imprint appeared on the hard ground, the solid wooden signboard broke in half, and the icy killing intent caused Fang Zheng to freeze.
True Qi?
Martial Artist!
Is there such a master here?
"Chen Mubai!"
A graceful figure appeared on the rooftop not far away, holding a Treasure Sword, pointing at a distance:
"I didn't expect to run into you here."
"I didn't expect it either." A man dressed as a scholar descended onto the long street, holding a Jade Flute.
The man looked handso, his posture was elegant, and his clothes fluttered without wind as he lightly waved the Jade Flute, deflecting the incoming Sword Qi.
"Is it possible that the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion has no one to dispatch, and even let you, Ninth Sister, personally escort the goods? It seems that since I left, the Chen Family has ultimately declined."
"Hmph!"
Ninth Sister snorted coldly:
"Luckily, I ca myself; otherwise..."
"Exactly, today I will remove you, this traitor, for the family, to honor the spirits of Sixth Uncle and others in heaven."
"Clang!"
The sword sang lodiously, the Sword Qi was sharp. Although they were several zhang apart, as soon as Ninth Sister finished speaking, the whistling Sword Qi was already pressing towards the man's face.
The blade reflected cold light, followed closely, flickering in mid-air like a phoenix pecking at food. The extre speed even compressed the air into a funnel shape.
Just a glance at it made one's heart race.
Chen Mubai's expression turned serious, and he t the attack with the flute.
"Screech!"
The flute produced a sharp, piercing sound, and the sound waves seed to have substance, shaking all around, making Fang Zheng, who was hiding not far away, let out a muffled groan, hurriedly covering his ears with his hands.
"Boom..."
The sound of collision rang out, comparable to the ignition of high explosives. The aftershock caused the houses on both sides to tremble, and the hard ground looked like it had been plowed with soil flying everywhere.
So strong!
Fang Zheng's eyes twitched, and his heart contracted.
These two people...
They should be stronger than the Beggar Sect Leader he had encountered before, but due to his limited strength and vision, he couldn't discern the specific gap.
Ninth Sister's killing intent was fierce, and Chen Mubai was not weak either. The two clashed and gradually moved farther apart.
"Go!"
"Let's go!"
"Now's the ti, let's go!"
Just as the two departed, several figures quietly erged from the courtyard, quickly assessing the surroundings before heading toward a dark, uninhabited area.
The person leading them had a familiar face.
Shopkeeper Ba?
Fang Zheng's eyes glinted, then a cold smile appeared on his face as he darted out.
A mont later.
In an abandoned house.
"Mmph... mmph..."
Shopkeeper Ba lay on the ground, struggling desperately. Unfortunately, his hands and feet were tightly bound with hemp rope, and even his mouth was gagged with a rag, leaving him helpless.
Beside him.
Fang Zheng squatted down, opened a wooden box, and what caught his eye made his eyes light up.
Calming incense!
There were as many as ten of them.
There were also two bottles of Nourishing Essence Pill, with heavy Elixir Pills, potentially numbering thirty or forty. Not to ntion, there were valuable items like Silver Notes.
Jackpot!
"Shopkeeper Ba, you are not trustworthy!"
Fang Zheng sighed lightly, turning around:
"Clearly you still have calming incense; why did you tell there wasn't any? Could it be you thought I couldn't afford it or were you planning to wait for a better offer?"
"Mmph..."
Shopkeeper Ba's eyes were full of terror as he struggled desperately.
"Slap!"
Fang Zheng lightly slapped his forehead, showing a belated awareness, pulling out the rag from Shopkeeper Ba's mouth, and said with a smile:
"Look at my mory; I forgot to give Shopkeeper Ba a chance to speak. No offense, no offense."
"You can speak now."
"Spare , Young Master Fang, spare ." Shopkeeper Ba gasped hurriedly:
"It's not that I didn't sell it, the items were brought by the lady; they weren't ant for the shop. Please spare my life, I will heavily reward you."
"You... You can take everything."
"Fine." Fang Zheng's smile faded:
"But shouldn't we also settle the matter of Shopkeeper Ba selling out to Cai Jiuyuan?"
"You... What are you talking about?" Shopkeeper Ba turned pale, stamring:
"I... don't understand."
"Ah!"
Before he could finish, Fang Zheng twisted his arm, causing him to cry out in pain, cold sweat pouring from his forehead as he rolled on the ground.
"Shopkeeper Ba better be honest."
Fang Zheng's voice was icy:
"I was in a hurry when I left, and I don't have any Truth Serum with . You better answer whatever I ask to avoid unnecessary suffering."
"I'll talk, I'll talk..." Shopkeeper Ba was clearly not a resilient person, nodding frantically:
"Ask anything, I'll tell you everything."
"What is this?" Fang Zheng picked up a delicate little brocade box from the wooden box, containing two Elixir Pills, obviously very precious:
"What's it for?"
"..." Shopkeeper Ba's mouth opened and closed, seeing Fang Zheng's gaze shift his way, his body stiffened, quickly replying:
"This is a Blood Lotus Pill, a Spiritual dicine refined by the Taishi Family, it helps in body refinent, useful for both Martial Artists and Mages."
"One pill is worth a hundred gold!"
Taishi Family?
One of the eight prominent surnas in the world?
"Oh!" Fang Zheng mused:
"Is it useful for a Three Blood Martial Artist?"
"Well... Blood Lotus Pills are priceless, usually not in the hands of Body Refining Martial Artists." Shopkeeper Ba hesitated. Seeing Fang Zheng's displeasure, he quickly added:
"It's useful! It's useful! Definitely useful! Blood Lotus Pills can refine the body, strengthen Qi and Blood, they are very useful for Body Refining Martial Artists."
"Hmm."
Fang Zheng nodded in satisfaction:
"What's the most valuable thing here?"
"..." Shopkeeper Ba's eyes flickered, then he scread in pain again. It was simply because he answered a little too slowly, and his other arm had its bones crushed.
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