69: Chapter 69 A True Judge of Character

"Arrogant!"

A cold snort rang out.

You raised your eyes to look, and four slightly disheveled figures were standing at the edge of the basin.

The person who spoke had a stout build, with a scar running across his bronze neck straight to his earlobe. His gaze fell on you unceremoniously, and the covetous look in his eyes was undisguised.

"Now obediently hand over the storage bags on your body, kowtow on your knees, and then… Hehe! When this lord is in a good mood then, perhaps I can still spare your life."

The originally noisy crowd instantly fell silent, and everyone looked uniformly at this brave warrior who had spoken, their eyes filled with indescribable meaning.

At this time, two streaks of light landed beside you, and as the light dissipated, they were precisely Cao Qing and Han Xuan.

However, their appearances at this moment were truly somewhat miserable, especially the latter whose originally quite handsome face was swollen high, and the magic robe on his body was even more tattered, almost in rags.

"Ahem~ We couldn't hold them off, we could only snatch a portion amidst the chaos."

Han Xuan coughed lightly with an embarrassed expression, pulled out a jade bottle from his embrace, and handed it over.

Seeing you narrow your eyes slightly, he subconsciously took a step back. He had also heard the words of the scarred man, and hurriedly chimed in to continue:

"The fighting down below was very intense just now, those few of them probably didn't see the scene of you killing people."

"Very good."

You took the jade bottle and nodded slightly.

Before the words fell, the fire net above the sky plummeted straight downward.

The dense forest instantly turned into a sea of fire. Driving spiritual tools with your current cultivation, the power of the attacks you emitted was still far inferior to true Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Especially for this kind of large-scale method, it was probably only slightly stronger than the peak of Qi Condensation.

However, the battlefield right now had already been swept across by you once; less than one in ten peak Qi Condensation cultivators remained, and the fate of the remaining cultivators can be imagined.

"Ah!!!"

Sure enough, the wails and screams instantly merged into one.

"How dare you!"

The expressions of those four changed in unison, and the scarred man's gaze completely darkened.

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

You chuckled, your gaze playful.

Listening to the screams coming from beside your ears, you could clearly perceive that the tiny crimson red dot suspended above your dantian was slowly stretching out, gradually transforming into a translucent scarlet seed.

Every time there was a slaughter, it seemed that a wisp of blood-colored breath was drawn by it, slowly merging into it.

As the Dao seed slowly grew, you only felt that your state of mind became increasingly penetrating, yet unlike the Ruthless Dao which diluted emotions, you were instead able to better control your own emotions.

Clearly distinguishing between love and hate, letting joy and anger follow one's heart, no longer being enslaved by emotions—this was the clarity of the Dao heart.

And as the Dao seed continued to grow stronger, many other wondrous manifestations would be born, and in the future, it could even become a sharp sword to sever inner demons.

"Kill this woman first!"

The four of them exchanged a glance, a slight flash of light beneath their feet, and simultaneously lunged and killed toward your direction.

"The two of you… Forget it, live well."

Having said that, you didn't even wait for the two to reply, raising your hand to toss a Spirit Recovery Pill into your mouth, facing the four people's attacks, your figure advancing instead of retreating.

"Seeking death!"

Seeing you being so arrogant, the expressions of those four turned joyful, and the spells or magic tools in their hands shone with great brilliance.

Before they could even make a move, your figure suddenly vanished before their eyes, and when you reappeared, you had already reached a position less than a zhang in front of them.

The next instant, before the look of shock on several people's faces had faded, a scarlet sword radiance completely swallowed their line of sight.

"Chi chi chi… Ding~!"

Three of them along with their magic tools were cut in half at the waist by a single sword; if Qi Condensation cultivators lacked powerful methods, in your hands, it was at most a matter of a single sword anyway.

And that scarred man clearly possessed a special trump card; he was shaken back repeatedly by the sword radiance, yet did not suffer substantive harm.

Your gaze fell upon the white precious armor beneath his tattered clothing, which shimmered with a faint spiritual light.

"A Tier 2 spirit armor?"

"Not bad!"

The scarred man forced calmness on his face, but in his heart he was already terrified beyond compare; how could he have known that your combat power was actually this terrifying?

Merely a single exchange, and three cultivators of the same rank whose combat power was comparable to his had already fallen dead on the spot.

Although he had spirit armor to protect his body, relying on that bit of spiritual qi, he couldn't drive it many times at all.

Only at this moment did he understand why other people cast those kinds of gazes when he spoke arrogantly earlier… That was clearly the gaze of looking at a dead person.

All show and no substance.

Your powerful divine sense, far exceeding that of Qi Condensation cultivators, could clearly perceive that the opponent's aura was declining, and then you held your long sword horizontally, preparing to close in and attack again.

"Wait!"

The scarred man's figure retreated repeatedly, and he hurriedly called to stop in his mouth.

"Fairy, that was just a joke just now!"

You ignored it completely, the sword radiance in your hand suddenly surged, and once again you slashed out horizontally with a sword!

"Boom—!"

The scarred man flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through several ancient trees in succession. While still mid-air, he hurriedly shouted hoarsely:

"Don't kill me, my maternal grandfather is a Core Formation cultivator!"

"Oh?"

The corners of your eyes lifted slightly, and you indeed withdrew your attack.

"Cough cough cough!"

The scarred man coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. After his aura stabilized a bit, looking at you who were brimming with killing intent, he immediately spoke:

"Really, my maternal grandfather is the city lord of a Profound-grade city, a Core Formation stage cultivator."

As he spoke, he took out a token from his storage bag, carefully supporting it with spiritual power right in front of you.

You raised your hand to take it, and sure enough, you felt an aura as deep as an abyss attached to it. Moreover, this City Lord Token was real, and no one would dare to take out a fake City Lord Token in this place.

You tossed the token in your hand, smiling brightly amidst his nervous gaze.

Just when the scarred man breathed a sigh of relief, your voice sounded once more.

"Fine, hand over the storage bag and the spirit armor completely, consider it as money to buy your life."

"...Okay!"

The scarred man hesitated for only a moment before gritting his teeth and agreeing.

You took the precious armor he handed over, raised your hand to cast two Cleansing Spells, and only then stored it into your storage bag.

"Fairy, then I will…"

Seeing you accept it, the scarred man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his footsteps retreating quietly, and a flattering smile piled up on his face.

"Wait!"

Your gaze looked at him gloomily.

"Did you forget something?"

"Ah?"

The scarred man was stunned in place for a moment.

"Think about what request you made when you first saw me; I have always been fair in doing things."

Hearing this, he was first startled, and then his expression became extremely unsightly.

Hand over the storage bags, kowtow on your knees…

Now that the boomerang had hit himself, the scarred man realized he simply couldn't accept it.

Thinking of how the huge Water Curtain Heavenly Mirror in the outside world was reflecting everything here, his expression turned green and pale all at once.

Dammit! A man's knees are worth gold, this old man would rather die than—

"Zheng—!"

"Thud~!"

The sound of the long sword being drawn had just rung out when the scarred man had already knelt down on the ground with absolute smoothness…