Taoist Liu was at a loss for words; on any other day, he would have already slapped the person in front of him to death.
But today had been full of ups and downs, and after being toyed with several tis by that overly ambitious City Gate Officer, his mood was quite stable now.
"I’m not lying to you, I truly am the Magistrate of Bianjing. How about this: I will help your family leave the city, and in exchange, I’ll give you a thousand gold pieces, if you give this yellow ox."
Zhang Ze looked tempted but still feigned hesitation, saying, "Really? You really have that much money?"
"I do, look at this." Taoist Liu pulled out a glassy sphere from his coat, a treasure worth a thousand gold pieces to anyone who knew its value.
"What is this thing? I want gold, not this ball." Zhang Ze shook his head with a look of ignorance.
Taoist Liu, "..."
Probably fearing Zhang Ze was overplaying his hand, Lu Chen kicked Zhang Ze from behind, and then timidly said, "Great sir, if you can take our family out, whatever you say goes. We’re eager to go ho and will do as you say."
"That’s settled then. If you can really take us away, I’ll give you my daughter as a concubine. My daughter is truly worth more than gold!"
Taoist Liu looked up at the big, silly, chubby girl on the cart, "You’re better off keeping your precious daughter for yourself; this old man can’t afford such blessings."
"Old brother, don’t regret it. My daughter is worth more than any ox," Zhang Ze added mischievously.
Taoist Liu snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and in a leap, rose to the high platform.
The surrounding crowd gasped in shock.
The general on the high platform, seeing it was Taoist Liu, imdiately rose and said, "Lord Liu, shouldn’t you be in the palace? Why have you co to the south of the city?"
"The Ancestor ordered to leave the city on an errand." Taoist Liu resud the deanor of Lord Liu and handed a Token to the general.
Having experienced so many ups and downs, and deceiving too many, Taoist Liu now lied without even batting an eye.
"The Demon Race is attacking the Northern Village Altar defended by General Bai. The Ancestor has personally gone to suppress the threat and likely has it under control. Why are you leaving the city, and even going through South Port when you could support them directly?"
Taoist Liu, "Why so many questions? It’s all part of the Ancestor’s plans. If you doubt, check with the palace. But if you delay official business, that responsibility is yours."
Seeing that the general still seed persistent, Taoist Liu, quick-witted, whispered using Sound Transmission, "There are actually more than those four altars outside the city. The East Village is under attack, and the second Ancestor ordered to activate a backup altar.
"This matter is confidential; telling you is already a serious breach. General Lin, do not spread it.
"If the secret leaks through you and the Demons attack again, ruining the ascent to immortality, the responsibility will be enormous, sothing neither of us can bear."
The general, hearing this, looked as if he regretted his curiosity, having heard things he shouldn’t have.
To avoid bla being placed on him, he hurriedly allowed Taoist Liu to pass.
After deceiving the general, Taoist Liu secured a fast boat, claiming he needed to transport so sacrifices for the altar opening ceremony.
He casually picked dozens of people, naturally including Zhang Ze and his group.
Once aboard, Taoist Liu cast a spell, propelling the boat over a hundred miles away.
After tossing the opportunistically gathered people off the boat, he traveled another several miles before anchoring in a desolate swamp.
He looked at Zhang Ze, who stood protectively in front of the Old Cyan Ox.
"You saw it, I’m a cultivator; killing you is as easy as killing a chicken, so show so respect."
"Despite how annoying you are, I don’t want to kill today. Give the ox, and you can go!"
Zhang Ze looked around, seeing the place shrouded in mist, deserted and desolate—an ideal place for bad deeds.
If one were to leave, jumping in the water seed the only option.
Yet just as Zhang Ze was preparing for a counterattack, hoping to call Lu Chen into action.
He suddenly sensed sothing odd beside him. Turning, he saw Lu Chen inexplicably swaying, evidently unconscious, falling straight forward.
"Lu Chen!"
Zhang Ze quickly turned to catch him.
As Lu Chen fainted, the Hundred Facets Divine Skill she enacted dissipated instantly.
The Old Cyan Ox lost its cover as Zhang Ze turned, eting eyes awkwardly with its forr owner.
Old Cyan Ox, "..."
Taoist Liu, "..."
The two Dragon Steeds just kept their heads down, pretending nothing had happened, munching on the nonexistent grass on the boat deck.
Seeing this scene, Taoist Liu quickly connected the dots...
"So you are the cattle thief!"
Taoist Liu was montarily stunned before realizing the truth. His eyes widened, and new and old grudges flooded in. He raised his hand to strike Zhang Ze.
A black axe appeared in his hand, the swirling Spiritual Qi around it reducing the surrounding deck to splinters.
The boat broke in two, Zhang Ze holding onto Lu Chen, hooked Xiangfei with his foot, and his Golden Core returned to his body. He pointed to the ominous Shadow Axe.
In a flash of gold, the entire fast boat exploded with a roar.
Zhang Ze’s golden light not only blocked the axe but also dazzled Taoist Liu. Seeing him retreat, Zhang Ze ford hand seals again, increasing the golden glow. Within the glow, several black shadows shot toward Taoist Liu.
Taoist Liu, shocked at Zhang Ze’s power, found it on par with his own cultivation.
Also, due to poor eyesight, unsure of what Zhang Ze hid within the golden light—whether poison or hidden weapons—he retreated dozens of yards, sending waves of Spiritual Qi to disperse the pursuing shadows.
After several popping explosions, ca Taoist Liu’s furious curse.
"Damn it! Who throws bladders during a duel!"
In an instant, Taoist Liu was drenched, slling of sourness.
And Zhang Ze’s family had already vanished.
Taoist Liu’s ox was gone once more...
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