Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 26: The Smile Reveals the Breath of Poverty
If there is a hell in the world, for Jin Xiong, it is now, at this time, and here.
The pressure of the fifth level of Qi Condensation swept over him inadvertently, and a look of despair appeared on his face.
The two cultivators who came from both sides of the alley did not hide their cultivation at all. They were both masters who were one small realm higher than himself.
Although that child was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation like him and Yin Xiu, his strength was obviously much stronger than his.
At such a young age, he has already reached the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and is far stronger than the average fourth level of Qi Condensation cultivators. Such a genius can only be cultivated in a big force.
"We have no grudges against each other, why do you treat us like this?" Jin Xiong had a horrible wound on his upper body, and his hanging wrist was constantly dripping with bright red blood, making his desperate voice sound extremely dry.
The child took two steps forward. The expression on his face no longer had the innocence he had with his rosy lips and white teeth. Instead, he showed the viciousness of an adult.
The child crushed the powder scattered on the ground with his feet and said sneerly:
"Mortal's golden medicine for wounds?"
After a pause, he continued:
"Qingyu Lu, Huitian Wan, how many spirit stones do you need? You actually use golden wound medicine?"
"What do you think you are cultivating?"
He paused, his expression becoming more ferocious.
"Is cultivation something you poor people can afford to do?"
"It is because you poor casual cultivators wander around in the world every day looking for a sense of existence that ordinary people have the hope of practicing Taoism! Do I need a reason to kill all of you maggot-like casual cultivators?"
"Who are you? This Qinghu Town follows the rules of the cultivation world." Yin Xiu's face was pale, but he still forced himself to be calm and asked,
"Rules?" At this moment, a cultivator behind the child came over. Hearing Yin Xiu's question, he smiled and said, "In Qinghu Bay, the young master of the Baihua Gang in front of you is the rule."
The child showed a smug smile on his face, and was extremely satisfied with the flattery of his subordinates.
"Young Master of the Baihua Gang?" The two men looked ashen.
In Qinghu Bay, everyone knows the name of the Baihua Gang.
The entire Qinghu Bay industry belongs to the Baihua Gang, and the largest restaurant is Baihualou.
The largest market town is Baihua Market.
The largest fishery is Baihua Fishery.
Almost all of the industries are branded with the mark of the Baihua Gang, and it is said that the Baihua Gang has very close relations with the nearby sect Qinghe Sect. The young master of the Baihua Gang is a rare genius in cultivation, so he has been accepted as a disciple by the elders of Qinghe Sect. Could it be this child in front of him?
The child sneered, then told his attendants, "Old rules."
“Buzz!”
With a flash of sword light, a flying sword pierced Jin Xiong's chest as fast as lightning. The huge force caused him to fly backwards. With a "clang" sound, the flying sword went straight into the wall and nailed him to the wall.
He was covered in blood, but he was not dead yet. He tilted his head and just stared blankly at Yin Xiu who was covering her mouth with tears streaming down her face.
The child walked up to the female cultivator like this, and the enemy took it with skillful movements.
"Put your hands down, if you block it, I'll cut it off!"
Yin Xiu's hands slowly dropped, and she closed her eyes tightly, her eyelids trembling constantly.
The child looked at it carefully for a while with great interest, then shook his head.
"There are only this kind of people among the casual cultivators. When you are done with them, just dispose of them."
"Thank you, young master!"
The two subordinates thanked the child in unison.
Looking at the two subordinates with evil eyes, the child just stood aside, as if waiting to watch a big show.
At this moment, a figure passed by the alley. He was slightly stunned, as if he sensed something, and looked up.
At the other end of the alley, a young man dressed as a hunter was walking leisurely.
"Oh, this kind of guy is also a cultivator?" The child muttered to himself, then called to his two subordinates.
"Don't play with this one. I found another toy." He said as he quickly ran towards the alley.
The two subordinates were furious. Although they were reluctant, they did not dare to object and exchanged glances.
"Buzz!" After the sound of the flying sword, the two of them followed the young master of the Baihua Gang without stopping, but they did not see Yin Xiu behind them, covering her throat and making a "cluck" sound, and slowly slid down against the wall.
A huge bloody hole appeared in her throat, blood kept gushing out from between her fingers, her pupils trembled and expanded and contracted. In her last moments, she just tried her best to look, and finally her eyes met Jin Xiong's, which were lifeless.
The happy gaze of the past was like a fleeting glimpse, and finally froze in place.
This pair of cultivators who dreamed of one day reaching the state of flying in the sky and living together with swords, died in an unknown alley.
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Jufulou in Qinghuwan Town.
It is only medium in size, but its location on the bank of a tributary of Qinghu Bay and its elegant architectural layout make its reputation no less than that of the largest Baihua Building in the town.
It was not meal time, so there were not many people dining in the building, which left several seats on the riverside that were usually hard to fill empty.
One of the tables was filled with dishes, but at this moment there were many empty plates. Wang Chen was eating heartily at the table.
If he could enjoy his life in the wild with his ability as a hunter for many years, then in the deep abyss he could only rely on the colorless and tasteless fasting pills that had been in his storage ring for who knows how many hundreds of years and tasted like chewing wax. After half a year, he thought he had become a god who was detached from the world but yet missed it so much.
So the third important thing to do when coming to Qinghu Bay is to eat.
Chopped pepper dragon fish head, spicy black chicken, devil pepper barbecued pork legs, whatever is exciting.
Don’t ask if it’s slightly spicy, medium spicy or extra spicy. If you ask, it’s super spicy.
The purchasing power of a spirit stone is amazing, just like a table of sumptuous dishes in front of you. Although are ordinary, they are extremely delicious to Wang Chen who has lived under the deep cliff for more than half a year. In a short time, this table of meals that are enough for four people to share was eaten up by Wang Chen.
"This flying sword cost a lot of spirit stones, so I have to take good care of it." Wang Chen thought secretly as he refreshed his understanding of the purchasing power of spirit stones.
It was the first time that he had a flying sword made of cold iron. He was very happy and wished that he could cultivate to the sixth level of Qi Condensation as soon as possible and fly into the sky with the sword.
Thinking back to when he was doing pretty well with some rusty swords and broken knives, and now he finally had his first flying sword in his life, Wang Chen's heart was burning with excitement. Adding the satisfaction brought by the spicy food, he was in a very good mood.
At this time, there seemed to be a brief noise at the gate of Jufulou, and there was a faint divine sense sweeping over, and then it quickly died down. Wang Chen was gnawing on a chicken leg while looking up, and saw a child with red lips and white teeth running towards him with a smile.
At first he did not take it seriously. There were many empty tables around, so it was normal for the child to walk over to any table he liked. However, he did not expect that the child would suddenly stop beside him and even called out to him obediently.
"Big brother."
"Huh? You're calling me?" Wang Chen was a little surprised as he looked at the child in front of him who looked quite well-behaved and had an innocent and pure smile. He was stunned for some reason.
"Is there anything wrong, little brother?" Wang Chen stopped chewing, swallowed the food in his mouth, and forced a kind smile, but the chili oil on his lips was slightly reflective at this moment.
"Your smile reeks of poverty, it stinks!" The child looked innocent but said extremely hurtful words.
"There's a hint of poverty in that smile? Who the hell taught you this adjective?"
Wang Chen was stunned.