Yi Chen hadn’t expected such an unexpected gain on his journey, and after pondering for a while, he pushed the matter to the back of his mind, sensing that this affair might bring some trouble.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for saving my life."
"I wonder if you have any spare clothing to share with Shanglin Shuixin?"
After Yi Chen effortlessly dispatched the Black Mountain Three Fiends, the magical ropes binding Shanglin Shuixin became ineffective, sliding off like a dead snake, allowing her to break free.
Shanglin Shuixin’s face flushed with embarrassment, her jade arms crossed in front of her, for she truly had no spare clothes in her storage ring.
Just then, a deep shadow suddenly enveloped her figure.
"Miss, do you have some misunderstanding about me, Zhang San?"
"Me killing those three has nothing to do with you."
"Those three losers are dead, and your escape from that predicament has nothing to do with me either. Let’s not mention this debt of life-saving again, as it will make things difficult for me, the Lifetaking Scholar, in the future."
"Robbery! Hand over the storage ring."
Shanglin Shuixin looked up to see a tall figure standing before her against the moonlight, arms crossed, revealing eight big white teeth as he smiled at her.
In a life and death crisis, people instinctively grasp at the last straw, begging for help without thinking, and that’s understandable. Yi Chen, feeling uncomfortable after hearing her plea, decided to let her fend for herself and thereby settled their karma.
Her survival depended solely on the foolishness of those three bandits who had overestimated their wits.
Nonetheless, seeing as he had saved her life after all, Yi Chen felt he couldn’t leave without taking something, or else his thoughts wouldn’t be at ease.
He was just too poor now.
While others drank top-grade Spiritual Tea, after mingling for so long, he couldn’t still be drinking tea that cost 200 taels per jin, could he? Now that he had become a True Monarch, it was only natural for him to upgrade his consumption level.
Every time he thought of the tea that cost 200 taels per jin, Yi Chen would remember those two idiots worthy of a museum and felt somewhat irritated within.
"Why so silent? Got laryngitis? Don’t make me get rough~" Yi Chen’s gaze grew unfriendly.
With tears glistening in her eyes, Shanglin Shuixin was suddenly struck by the volatility of life. Recalling her father at home waiting for the Jinwu Pill to suppress his injuries, determination flashed across her face.
Her father was the pillar of the Shanglin family, and his injury must be kept secret from others. The Jinwu Pill was also indispensable, and she had to try for it, no matter how slim the chances were.
Plop.
A moon-white bellyband suddenly fell to the ground.
"Miss, please have some dignity. There are rules in this line of work, I only rob wealth." Yi Chen, seeing this scene, felt a bit overwhelmed.
He was pretty sure he hadn’t said anything wrong just now.
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In the depths of her eyes, Yi Chen saw a hint of pure foolishness...
Didn’t she fear that someone might use her and not keep their word?
Finding her stupidity so blatant, Yi Chen suddenly felt less bothered by her previous cries for help.
He was silent for a moment.
"Besides the Jinwu Pill, how much gold and silver do you have on you?"
"Two hundred taels."
"Damn it, it’s my bad luck. I, Zhang San, can’t go away empty-handed. Two hundred taels it is. Give me the storage ring too, and keep that lousy pill to yourself."
"Also, hurry up and put your bellyband back on. What are you doing, flaunting your arsenal here?" Yi Chen began to curse and grumble.
After a short while, Shanglin Shuixin, looking at the clothes she had taken from the body of the scar-faced dead beside her, watched Yi Chen’s receding figure, and her tears could not be held back any longer.
She swore that next time she went out, she would bring more gold and silver, otherwise she couldn’t even ’afford’ clothes.
"Dad, you are just too kind."
"Eh, isn’t that the truth? However, those three idiots were quite plump, a small profit after all."
A man and a cat began to walk by the moonlight, their shadows stretched long by the moon’s glow…
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The sky was a mournful blue, and the rain poured down heavily.
Raindrops the size of soybeans shattered on the eaves, splashing about like the rapid and noisy plucking of a pipa, enveloping the whole of Lotus City.
Lotus City, being the closest to the Hehuan Sect, shared a similar relationship to that between Zhengyang City and Dragon Tiger Mountain.
On the wide streets, hardly any figures could be seen, with raindrops creating ripples on the bluestone pavement like jellyfish emerging from the water.
A young man wearing a headband stumbled out of an alley, his left arm already gone, with blood scattering like pearls before spreading into small blossoms on the ground.
The next moment, four black-clothed Qi Refinement Realm masters silently followed, and the leader kicked the young man into a puddle with a heart-crushing stomp. Without letting the young man plead, four black blades fell simultaneously, and with one kick, he lay still.
The four black-clothed individuals looked around defiantly, as if to intimidate onlookers, then strutted away.
Mixed with the blood, the rainwater spread across the stone pavement and seeped into the soil between the cracks, quickly washing away the bloodstains.
"Pretty ruthless. Has the Hehuan Sect’s control over Lotus Pool deteriorated so much?" Yi Chen, sitting by a window at Fuchun Tower, watched the scene below unfold with a detached air as he idly ate peanuts on the table, his mind wandering with speculation.
Those black-clad individuals could have easily killed the man in the alley; instead, they chose to do so on the street, clearly a provocation and perhaps an attempt to draw out someone from the Hehuan Sect.
"That must be Manager Lin, who supplies silks to the Hehuan Sect, right? Tianlang Hall is simply out of their minds," another chubby manager wearing a ring murmured to his companion by the window.