16: Chapter 16 Utterly Nonsensical

"Murder!"

"There are Cultivators fighting in the city!"

The street vendors and Mortals scattered like birds and beasts, unable to get away fast enough.

One strike.

Just one strike.

He hadn't even seen how the other party drew their sword before his own protective spiritual power was torn apart like a thin sheet of window paper.

This kid... what kind of monster is he?

"Kid, you're quite ruthless for your age," the burly man grinned.

"Thank you for the compliment," Shen Moyan said indifferently.

The priority now was to leave this place of trouble, Breakthrough to the Mortal Transformation Realm, and then, like a fish leaping into the vast ocean, head to the Academy Jiang Zhiqiu mentioned.

The burly man glared at Shen Moyan, clutching the stump of his right arm as spiritual power gathered to stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, they were still inside the city; this person wouldn't dare to kill him.

"There's no mistake... xuanming true iron. You actually dare to possess such an extraordinary item."

xuanming true iron?

Is that the Meteoritic Iron that fell a thousand years ago?

Shen Moyan made a mental note of it, but his expression immediately turned solemn.

"Since you already know, losing an arm will serve as a lesson for you."

"But how did you discover I had a sword on me?" Shen Moyan's voice rang out again, cold and calm.

This was the crucial question.

He had used a series of secret methods from the Biyang First Rising Art to suppress the heavenly demon sword's aura to the limit. Unless it was a Cultivator with a much higher cultivation than his, it should be impossible to detect it through Divine Sense alone.

The supporting techniques of the Biyang First Rising Art included a series of secret arts such as Breath Concealment Art, Concealment Art, Skyward Flight Art, Soul Searching Art, and Eye Art.

"Hehe, I have my ways."

"On the other hand, you, a Xian Dao Cultivator—why are you staying in the city for so long without the City Lord's permission?" the burly man smiled mockingly.

"Did you get permission?" Shen Moyan asked.

"Not yet, but who are we brothers? Once we announce our names and join his..."

A slender Sword Qi shot out silently.

Swish!

Without a second thought, Shen Moyan drew his sword and decapitated him.

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Then, with a flick of his finger toward the other person, a Sword Qi shot out.

A bloody hole appeared in the center of the other youth's forehead. His expression of shock and resentment froze on his face, his body twitched twice, and he fell, completely silenced.

"Truly senseless," Shen Moyan said expressionlessly.

Two Xian Dao Qi Gathering Cultivators wandering in a Nursery established by a Mortal Transformation Realm expert without permission to stay.

The presence of outside Xian Dao Cultivators would shake the city's residents' perception of the Twisted Immortal Path. The City Lord would want every Cultivator to keep their mouth shut.

Enemies, naturally, were best off dead.

Since these two Cultivators had no backing, their deaths wouldn't matter.

Shen Moyan's hands firmly gripped their heads as he performed the Soul Searching Art.

"So that's how it is."

It was the Treasure Sniffing Nose. The burly man had obtained a piece of a Treasure-Seeking Rat's nerve tissue in his early years and refined it into his own nose. Although its grade was low, it had a faint sensitivity to unrefined Heaven And Earth Treasures and divine weapons or Magical Artifacts. That was how they found their targets.

As for the youth, he had refined a Heaven And Earth Treasure called earth hearing fungus into his ear, turning it into an Earth Hearing Ear that could hear all sounds within a hundred miles.

Shen Moyan leaned over, took the Storage Ring from the burly man, and then put both corpses inside.

"We are the Law Enforcement Cultivators of this city. Fellow Daoist, killing a fellow Cultivator in broad daylight is a bit much, don't you think?"

Three Cultivators slowly approached from the direction of the City Lord's Manor.

Two men and one woman. One man was fat and the other thin, while the woman was exceptionally beautiful.

"Hand over some Spirit Stones, and we'll let you off lightly," the fat man said, looking at Shen Moyan.

"Or you could just come with us," the woman said, swaying her voluptuous hips and winking at Shen Moyan.

Tsk, trashy Charm Art.

"What if I say no?" Shen Moyan's tone was calm.

"No? Then we'll have to experience your Divine Ability for ourselves."

Facing the approaching three Law Enforcement Cultivators, Shen Moyan simply deactivated the Turtle Breathing Great Technique and released his own aura.

Qi Gathering Ninth Layer!

In an instant, the expressions of the three Cultivators changed drastically, turning as dark as water.

"We are only following the City Lord's orders to temporarily take on patrol duties. I hope this Fellow Daoist can be understanding," the thin man in the middle stepped forward first, cupping his hands in a bow.

"Ni Gaoyuan? You..." The fat man looked at the thin man named Ni Gaoyuan with disdain.

"The Fellow Daoist merely killed two provocative Bandits, ridding East Mountain City of a nuisance. That's a merit. Why not come to the City Lord's Manor for a chat?" the woman also said with a stiff face.

"He Qiaoer, you too..." The fat man looked at the two of them with strange eyes.

Then he shifted his gaze and met Shen Moyan's cold, pool-like eyes. He also lost heart and stopped speaking.

"However, I, Ni, still have one thing I don't understand."

"Yesterday at the Mao Hour, did you go to the Yingxian Terrace in the west of East Mountain City?"

"Never been there," Shen Moyan blurted out.

"Good, then there's no problem. Fellow Daoist He, Fellow Daoist Meng, let's go." Ni Gaoyuan gave the fat man a look and turned to leave.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist, allow me to say one more thing."

"East Mountain City hasn't been very peaceful lately. We Xian Dao Cultivators should keep a low profile and stay away from Mortals."

"Farewell."

"Tsk!" The fat man gave Shen Moyan one last look before leaving.

Just after the three left, Shen Moyan also walked out of the west gate of East Mountain City.

"Yesterday... west of the city... Jiang Zhiqiu?"

Shen Moyan connected Jiang Zhiqiu's movements with the injuries he had sustained today, and the Karma was faintly linked.

"Heh, none of my business."

Shen Moyan didn't want to get involved in the city's affairs.

It didn't matter to him whose Nursery this city of Mortals was.

In this world full of hidden dangers, only himself was worth trusting.

Even regarding Jiang Zhiqiu, he only dared to trust him thirty percent.

At this moment, Shen Moyan left the city and arrived at the nearest cliff, taking in the entire view of East Mountain City.

The last ray of the setting sun was swallowed by the distant mountains, and night began to shroud the land.

"I'll enter seclusion here; the Spiritual Qi is quite abundant."

It was strange, though. The Mortal World's turbid Qi was heavy in the city, so why did no Cultivators come to the mountain to Cultivate?

"Hmm?"

In the shadows of the forest, several crimson eyes flickered.

"Yao Beasts?" Shen Moyan realized.

So that was it. Yao Beasts were rampant outside East Mountain City, causing significant interference for Cultivators in seclusion.

"It seems I need to open up an Immortal Cave."

During the time he spent creating the Immortal Cave, he encountered several similar Yao Beast attacks, but Shen Moyan handled them all easily.

He didn't even need to fully unsheathe his sword; the Sword Qi that burst forth was enough to tear these mindless, low-level Yao Beasts to pieces.

"It seems I need to go back to the city to buy some Magical Artifacts."

Shen Moyan thought to himself. As a Loose Cultivator like him without a major power backing him, there was no guarantee if an accident occurred during seclusion.

"Once I have Magical Artifacts to protect myself, I can safely refine the Treasure Sniffing Nose and Earth Hearing Ear."

The next day, after a hasty attempt to refine the Earth Hearing Ear and absorbing that strand of Breath of the Great Sun, Shen Moyan returned to East Mountain City.

But when he reached the city gate, his footsteps faltered.

At the west gate of the city, a male corpse with messy long hair was hanging.

The body was in rags, but one could vaguely tell from his attire that he seemed to be a scholar.

Shen Moyan approached and used his Divine Sense to look closely, finally identifying his identity from the face surrounded by flies and mosquitoes.

It was none other than Jiang Zhiqiu.