Qian Xiaoyue was in trouble.
She didn’t expect that just by helping her sister pack so things, the marketplace would plunge into chaos, and it suddenly erupted.
However, she did not bla her sister for wasting ti.
Loose cultivators, each spirit stone must be used sparingly, reluctant to part with this or that, they must take everything when moving.
Just like when she moved from the outskirts of the marketplace to the inner city, her sister Lu Wei’Er did not complain and even helped her bring so bottles and jars.
At this mont, borrowing her storage bag to pack so things, she naturally had no complaints.
But who would have thought, chaos suddenly erupted, and a battle ensued.
In an instant, they were all a bit panicked.
In the midst of hesitation, they decided to venture to Shuiyun Pavilion to join Sister Shen and the others. However, just as they reached the entrance, they sensed soone attacking the quadrangle courtyard.
Amidst the rumbling sounds, they quickly saw three cultivators rush in, and as two people retreated, they watched as the three cultivators almost imdiately killed a female cultivator who shared the courtyard with them, originally intending to dry clothes.
It should be known, that the female cultivator’s strength wasn’t weak; she was at the Fifth Layer of Qi Cultivation, yet she had no power to resist and was already dead.
Soon after, these people set their sights on them.
In the midst of panic, suddenly another door opened on the other side, and a cultivator suddenly made a move, throwing several talismans at those cultivators, then used a flying sword to fiercely stab them.
Although he couldn’t achieve success, it was blocked by a spirit shield magical artifact from the cultivator, but it successfully made them co to their senses, and they all activated protective spirit talismans and took out their respective magical artifacts.
The one who acted was Lu Wei’Er’s neighbor, ’Tribulation Cultivator’ Fang Shitong.
"Everyone, after all, we’re fellow cultivators living in the sa alley, there’s no need to kill us all, is there?"
Fang Shitong walked to Qian Xiaoyue and the others’ side, saying coldly.
The ones who could act imdiately when chaos first broke out were, of course, the cultivators living nearby.
Moreover, they would run into each other inevitably as they ca and went, so Fang Shitong recognized the three of them at a glance. They were cultivators living in another small courtyard not far from them.
The three were all at the mid-stage of Qi Cultivation. The strongest one was like him, both at the Sixth Layer of Qi Cultivation, and the other two were at the Fifth Layer, with significant strength.
If he could avoid fighting, he certainly didn’t want to fight.
"If you don’t want to die, throw out your storage bags."
One of them heard this and said coldly.
The other two fixed their gaze on Qian Xiaoyue and Lu Wei’Er, each clutching their magical artifacts, ready to attack at any movent.
In the cultivation realm, cultivators’ battles were life-and-death struggles, happening in an instant. They dared not be careless and would not be lenient because of the beauty of the two before them.
"Exempt us from the storage bags.
Though you are strong, we are not easy to deal with either.
If truly fighting to the death, even if you win, you’ll lose at least one or two.
The situation outside is unclear. Do you really wish to make things difficult for us?"
Fang Shitong turned grim and said.
"Three hundred lower-grade spirit stones per person.
Otherwise, no one will survive."
The sa person spoke, his tone icy.
He then gestured slightly, and a cultivator quickly advanced, collecting the storage bag from the first female cultivator they killed.
"I don’t have that many spirit stones..."
Lu Wei’Er, pale-faced, said.
Although she worked at Hexagonal Pavilion, she was only a welcoming maid, earning just a dozen lower-grade spirit stones a month. After subtracting rent, there was very little left, and she hadn’t saved many spirit stones over the years.
Her cultivation level was the lowest among them.
Third-Layer Qi Cultivation.
Now hearing their demand for three hundred lower-grade spirit stones, she panicked a bit.
Qian Xiaoyue was about to speak when Fang Shitong beside her said, "Don’t worry, I have them."
He raised his head to the three and said, "We can give you the spirit stones, but how can we be sure you will honor your promise?"
"That’s not our problem.
Hurry up, we have no ti for your nonsense."
The leader glared and shouted.
The person next to him snorted coldly, "Hand them over obediently, or this person on the ground will be your fate."
Lu Wei’Er shivered with fear.
That person, whom she knew earliest, was a female cultivator from Celestial Fragrance Tower and often cared for her. However, due to her background, Lu Wei’Er distanced herself unexplainably.
Now seeing her fall dead before her own eyes, the impact on her was trendous.
Standing by, Fang Shitong stepped forward, shielding her behind him.
On the contrary, although Qian Xiaoyue was a bit pale, she remained relatively calm, especially as she looked at the spirit talismans in her hand, feeling sowhat reassured.
These spirit talismans were gifted by Zhou Changwang. She had ’studied’ talisman-making for so ti after all, and naturally recognized their potential. These talismans weren’t ordinary; so were finished and powerful.
With the help of spirit talisman attacks and her ans, she believed that even if she couldn’t defeat them, escaping wouldn’t be challenging.
Her only concern was her sister, Lu Wei’Er.
Just as she hesitated, her eyes suddenly brightened with disbelief.
"Was I seeing things?"
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