144: Murder for treasure?

In the time that followed, no more martial artists came forward to trade.

On one hand, it was indeed because precious medicine was rare.

On the other hand, most martial artists had guessed that the Wu Family and Medicine King Valley had their eyes on Ling Xian.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun scattered across the ground.

Seeing that there were no more martial artists trading, Ling Xian packed up his things to leave.

The surrounding martial artists avoided Ling Xian as if they were dodging a missile.

Ling Xian didn't care about this at all.

He had come specifically to find Medicine King Valley; if they made a move against him, it would be the perfect chance to escalate things.

As for the Wu Family, unfortunately, they were just unlucky.

Ling Xian walked into the hotel he had booked nearby in advance.

Just as he found his room number,

Ling Xian and Ling San noticed the figures of Lu Xiyue and Zhou Ying standing at the door.

"You're finally back. If I had to stand here any longer, I'd starve to death," Zhou Ying muttered, looking a bit aggrieved.

"..." Ling Xian didn't know what to say. Why did he feel like he was being stalked?

"What are you two doing here?"

Facing Ling Xian's inquiry, Zhou Ying remained silent, while Lu Xiyue rolled her eyes and explained, "You reckless fool!"

"Do you have any idea how ruthless the Wu Family and Medicine King Valley are? You actually dared to take out pills right under their noses."

Hearing these words, it was as if Lu Xiyue and Ling Xian were very close.

If Zhou Ying had said it, Ling Xian wouldn't have been suspicious.

But since it was Lu Xiyue, Ling Xian immediately became suspicious and roughly guessed her intentions.

"Let's go inside first," Ling Xian took out his room card and walked into the room with Ling San, followed closely by Lu Xiyue and Zhou Ying.

"Just say what you want," Ling Xian spoke first.

Lu Xiyue was momentarily stunned, then felt a flash of joy, before her cold and haughty expression returned.

"My Lu Family wants the recipe for your body tempering pill."

"Hand over the body tempering pill recipe, and my Lu Family can appoint you as a Guest Elder, entitled to a ten percent share of the profits from the body tempering pills."

At this, Ling Xian and Ling San couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Who was Ling Xian?

Setting aside his titles associated with power, such as the head of Ling Corporation, the young Master of the Ling Clan of Zhongzhou, and the Crown Prince of the Nine Provinces Alliance.

Just take the title King of the East Sea—Ling Xian had fought his way up to earn that himself.

And as for Grandmaster, that was a manifestation of his sheer strength.

How much face did the Lu Family think they had to dare ask Ling Xian to be a Guest Elder?

Even if Old Man Lu came personally to beg, he wouldn't be qualified.

"What are you laughing at? Is a pill recipe that funny?"

For some reason, Lu Xiyue's face felt hot, as if she had done something very embarrassing.

"First of all, I don't have a recipe.

Secondly, I am a Grandmaster. Do you think you're qualified?" Ling Xian explained indifferently.

"Hahaha, you're killing me. How old are you? A Grandmaster?" Lu Xiyue gave a forced laugh.

"Do you know what kind of figure a Grandmaster is? They are famous even on a global scale.

You probably heard some elder at home mention it and brought it out to show off, right?"

"True. Today at the trade gathering, I saw a few who weren't even Masters, and when they fought, it was just like on TV, flying over walls and walking on eaves," Zhou Ying added, also unconvinced.

Mainly, Grandmasters were too mysterious; everyone below the rank of Master was like an ant.

As an upgraded version of a Master, a Grandmaster must be a nearly invincible existence.

"Forget it, if you don't want to hand it over, then don't. My Lu Family wouldn't go so far as to force others.

This area is full of ruthless people. After we eat, I'll send you off."

Lu Xiyue sighed, seemingly treating Ling Xian as an ordinary person who had wandered into this world by mistake.

Then, Ling Xian and Ling San were dragged to dinner by the two women.

During the meal, while Ling Xian ate, Lu Xiyue and Zhou Ying kept rushing him, as if if they delayed even a moment, only their bones would be left by tomorrow.

By the time night fell, everything was silent.

They were walking along a small path near the hotel.

"Sigh, eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating.

What now? It's so late, I don't know if they'll give my Lu Family any face," Lu Xiyue said with a worried expression.

But Ling Xian was doing this on purpose; he wanted to see who would make a move against him.

Especially that disciple from Medicine King Valley—he could capture him to ask for the exact location of the valley.

Whoosh!

Zhou Ying felt the cold wind and shivered, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.

"Xiyue, Ling Xian, don't you think it's too quiet around here?"

"It is a bit," Lu Xiyue didn't care, thinking it was just because winter was coming.

"Everyone, aren't you coming out?" Ling Xian shrugged, too lazy to keep playing this game.

As his voice fell, under the light of the streetlamps,

a burly figure appeared, his muscles seemingly alive, firm and powerful.

"Come out together. This Young Master is in no mood to play along with your acting."

With Ling Xian's powerful spiritual perception, he had long since sensed the situation for miles around.

How could he not know where there were people and where there weren't? Could Ling San not know?

Sure enough, the next moment, a slender figure appeared, twirling a flying dagger in his hand. He didn't seem to be a martial artist, but rather a telekinetic Ability Users.

There were also two body-tempering martial artists, though their cultivation wasn't high.

Interestingly, there were no people from the Wu Family or Medicine King Valley.

Could it be that the body tempering pills weren't tempting enough for them?

Ling Xian could only assume so. After all, they belonged to families and sects and weren't as desperate for cultivation resources as these rootless wanderers.

"Are you all here for the body tempering pills?" Ling Xian asked with a smile.

"I'm here for her flying daggers!" The flying dagger Ability Users said, pointing at Ling San.

During the trade gathering, Ling San had gotten bored and played with her flying daggers for a bit. She hadn't expected to be targeted because of it.

"Third Aunt, someone's taken a fancy to your daggers?" Ling Xian laughed, seemingly unconcerned.

"It just means I've met someone who knows quality," Ling San replied, equally indifferent.

Without enough strength to control them, the flying daggers in her hand couldn't display their true power at all.

Aside from the Ability Users playing with the flying dagger, the others all nodded in agreement.

"You actually have over a hundred of those pills, plus a fifty-year-old precious medicine. That's not something a junior like you should have."

The burly martial artist was excited, as if he were looking at a walking treasure trove.

"Everyone, I am a member of the Lu Family. Could you please give the Lu Family some face and let my friends go?" Lu Xiyue said solemnly, feeling that this wouldn't be easy to negotiate.

The group hesitated for a moment, but finally, the man with the flying dagger spoke: "You can leave, but this little brother must stay!"

With that, a flying dagger shot out, stabbing straight toward Ling Xian's face.

Lu Xiyue and Zhou Ying were pale with fright, covering their eyes, unable to watch.

But as they slowly peeked through the gaps in their fingers, they saw the flying dagger frozen in mid-air.

"Brother, what's going on? Why aren't you moving?" The burly man was puzzled. He stepped forward and swung a fist the size of a sandbag toward Ling Xian.

The two body-tempering martial artists also followed suit.

Since they had started, they had to finish it.

In the Martial Arts World, killing for treasure was common. At most, they'd be investigated by the Martial Arts Association, so they just had to be a bit more secretive.

It could be said that many martial artists in the Martial Arts World had records with the Martial Arts Association.

As long as they didn't kill openly, especially ordinary people, the Martial Arts Association wouldn't mobilize all its resources to hunt them down.

Just as the three fists were about to hit Ling Xian, a dark shadow appeared in front of him, like a black vortex swallowing everything.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out.

The three men were sent flying back, crashing heavily several meters away.

"Young Master, should I kill them or capture them alive?" The shadow was none other than Mo Xueer, who had just returned from overseas and arrived late.

"A Shadow-type Esper?" The man with the flying dagger said in shock.