35: Chapter 35 Interception?

[You wanted to bare your teeth, but after feeling the other person's unfathomable aura, you could only obediently toss out another token.]

["Speak!"]

[The old man smilingly put away the token before slowly speaking:]

["Wangyue, a cultivator of Tingxue Cliff, with a peak Golden Core cultivation base, chased a demonic cultivator into Tianxuan half a month ago. Although she ultimately slew him, she also fell victim to some petty tricks."]

["It's related to the second effect of the spirit-gathering jade marrow?"]

["Smart."]

[The old man gave you an admiring look.]

["The second effect of the spirit-gathering jade marrow is that it is one of the main materials for refining Spirit-Washing Liquid. This item can wash away most toxins in the world."]

["She is poisoned?"]

[You wore a look of astonishment. A poison capable of poisoning a Golden Core cultivator is definitely extraordinary.]

["That's right, he is poisoned, and moreover... Hehehe~"]

[A you-know-it smile appeared on the old man's face.]

[You gave him a look of disdain. With such old arms and legs, he was still thinking about this kind of thing.]

["All right, I've told you everything I know. You can leave now if nothing else is the matter."]

[You were also unwilling to stay longer; this place always gave people the feeling of being stripped naked all over, which felt extremely awkward.]

[Watching your departing back, the old man's fingertips lightly tapped on the tabletop.]

["A personal disciple of the Tianxuan Sword Sect? A bit interesting..."]

[You didn't know that even your underwear had been seen through by others. After coming out of the Red Building, you didn't rush to leave, but instead wandered around the roadside stalls.]

[After all, aren't protagonists in novels always picking up bargains in places like this?]

[Perhaps...]

[Half an hour later, cursing and swearing, you spent a bit of money to set up a stall in a corner.]

[In your system space, there were still many magical artifacts obtained from the secret realm in the last simulation, which could just be disposed of taking this opportunity.]

[You casually erected a wooden sign in front of your stall:]

["My Dao companion ran away with my sister-in-law, selling magical artifacts at a loss with tearful eyes!"]

[In just a brief moment, your stall was surrounded by people, though most of them were just there to watch the commotion.]

[However, when everyone saw your facial appearance clearly, they all offered high respect to your unknown Dao companion—to be able to stomach someone like this, you must really be lacking spirit stones!]

[Hence, they no longer paid attention to why your Dao companion ran away, but instead cast their gazes toward the magical artifacts.]

[Products of the Tianxuan Sword Sect must be fine works. The pieces of junk in your eyes were all top-grade treasures in the eyes of this group of rogue cultivators.]

[What's more, the prices were indeed very cheap. A low-grade magical artifact only required one hundred low-grade spirit stones, and a middle-grade magical artifact unexpectedly only required three hundred spirit stones!]

[Was this even selling things? It was simply giving away money!]

[How could you not know that these magical artifacts could be sold for a higher price? But you were in a rush to offload them and didn't want to expose your identity, so taking a slight loss didn't matter.]

[Look, in just the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, batches after batches of magical artifacts on your stall were quickly swept clean.]

[Nearly sixty middle and low-grade magical artifacts sold for close to ten thousand low-grade spirit stones. Although rogue cultivators were poor, they couldn't withstand the sheer number of people in the black market!]

[After selling out once more, you no longer made any moves and contentedly packed up your stall.]

[You keenly sensed that a few people in the crowd had very strange looks in their eyes when looking at you.]

[You didn't care about this at all. Aside from inside the Red Building, Foundation Establishment cultivators basically never frequented the Outer Ward, and even those in the Late Qi Refining Stage were extremely rare.]

[Having already reached the peak of the seventh layer of the Qi Refinement Stage, you stated that no matter how many small fry in the early and middle stages of the Qi Refinement Stage came, you would take them all in!]

[Without any concealment, you openly and aboveboard walked out through the main entrance while bearing the cultivation base of the third layer of the Qi Refinement Stage.]

[Who among the cultivators who could make a name for themselves by struggling in this outer area lacked basic discernment?]

[Your unbridled behavior instead dissuaded quite a few people, but in this world, there is never a shortage of desperate scoundrels who like to take risks.]

[After all, the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!]

[You walked leisurely toward the direction of the Middle Ward. When you reached a sparsely populated dark alley, two figures dressed in black blocked your path.]

[Immediately afterward, figure after figure surged out from all directions, almost completely sealing off your retreat.]

["Hand over your storage bag, and I'll leave your corpse intact."]

[The figure standing at the very front spoke in a cold voice, their tone carrying a posture of absolute certainty.]

["Can't you spare this young maiden's life?"]

[You put on an expression of terror and took two flustered steps backward.]

["Bah! You look too ugly!"]

[Another stocky figure unceremoniously spat a mouthful of saliva.]

["Hey! Second Brother, why not leave her to me?"]

[An extremely wretched voice rang out from the low wall of the alley.]

["You can stomach someone this ugly?"]

[The stocky fellow was stunned for a moment.]

["Tch~ Second Brother, you don't understand this. This young lady indeed looks ugly, but from the perspective of someone like me who has perused countless women, her figure is truly top-notch!"]

[His words indeed aroused the interest of quite a few people. Although you concealed your facial features, you hadn't done much disguise for your figure.]

[Feeling the gradually heated gazes around you, you silently summoned the blood spirit shuttle.]

[You had already probed out this group of people's cultivation bases: three were in the middle stages of the Qi Refinement Stage, and everyone else was in the early stages.]

[Going too far! Even when ugly like this, they still wanted to defile you!]

[Feeling the abruptly appearing chilly evil spirit, the leading man's expression changed drastically as he shouted loudly:]

["Attack!"]

[The next moment, all sorts of magical artifacts came smashing down toward your head.]

["Hahaha~ Aren't you gentlemen going to spend a wonderful night with this concubine? Acting like this really breaks my heart~"]

[The extremely bewitching voice caused everyone present to daze slightly. The cultivation techniques of the Hehuan Sect inherently carried a bewitching intent, so disrupting the minds of these low-tier cultivators was not difficult.]

[By the time they recovered their senses, the figure in the arena had already disappeared, and immediately afterward, they felt a scorching wave of air rushing toward their faces.]

[Fireball Technique!]

[The Fireball Technique at minor mastery instantly plunged into the crowd. Hearing only a few shrill screams, after the dust and smoke dispersed, only a few unrecognizable charred corpses remained.]

[This was your first time using spell techniques to engage in combat, and its power was three parts stronger than you had imagined.]

["It's a true spell!"]

[Someone exclaimed in a tremble. The leading man's expression was unsightly; he knew that today they had kicked an iron plate.]

[Not to mention those three bloody lights soaring with baleful aura, judging solely from this fiercely powerful true spell, one could tell that this woman must be a proud, elite disciple of some great immortal clan or sect.]

[These rogue cultivators usually fought using magical artifacts. It wasn't that they weren't willing to learn spell techniques, but rather that the conditions were far too harsh.]

[The spiritual Qi in the Outer Ward was thin, making it difficult even to sustain daily cultivation. Where would they have extra spiritual power to waste on those spell techniques with extremely low "cost-performance ratios"?!]

[Once they obtained some resources, they mostly used them to purchase medicinal pills that enhanced cultivation or to buy better magical artifacts to temporarily boost combat power.]

[True spells were undeniably powerful, but one had to have their life to learn them.]

[You didn't know these people's psychological activities. After all, ever since you stepped into the cultivation world, the territories you practiced in were all tier-2 sects with abundant spiritual Qi inside, so you never needed to care about consumption.]

[Seeing them stunned for a moment, you had no intention of holding back at all. A fireball condensed once more, and the blood spirit shuttle ruthlessly whistled as it shuttled through the crowd.]

[After one round of attacks, the small group of originally around twenty people only had about ten remaining.]

["Charge and kill her, otherwise we will definitely die today without a doubt."]

[Fierce light surged greatly in the leading man's eyes. This group of desperate scoundrels wasn't deterred; instead, they fiercely charged at you undeterred by death.]

["Hahaha~"]

[Under the night sky, your light chuckles rang out from all directions almost simultaneously. Residual images continuously emerged, and although this group of people tried their utmost, no one could touch even a fraction of your hem.]

["Puchi~"]

[As a bloody light pierced through the leading man's skull, the alley once again returned to silence.]

[Standing in a pool of blood, your spiritual power isolated the surrounding filth, and the clothing on your body didn't even get stained with a single bit of blood.]

[The blood spirit shuttle returned and hovered beside you once again. You quietly stood in place without directly leaving; the surroundings were so quiet that you could even hear your own faint breathing.]

[After a moment of silence, three bloody rays blasted without warning toward the empty rooftop!]

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