Yunyang City.
A crowd had gathered at the southern gate, pointing and discussing the wanted notice pasted on the city wall.
Wang Chen, who had been about to enter the city, stopped. His gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the prominently displayed bounty notice.
Lu Zhishen (suspected), Ascetic Wandering Monk of Mount Liang Temple, high-level Qi Condensation cultivation (suspected). Whoever knew his whereabouts would be rewarded with one thousand Lower Spirit or two hundred Merit Points. Whoever captured him alive or killed him would be rewarded with three thousand Lower Spirit or five hundred Merit Points!
This bounty clearly covered both sect disciples and rogue cultivators from the Outer Territories.
One lifelike portrait occupied most of the notice.
Big ears, a round face, a straight nose, a square mouth, thick brows, leopard eyes, striking muttonchop whiskers, and a face brimming with fierce, baleful vigor.
It was at least eighty percent similar!
Wang Chen knew perfectly well.
This portrait had surely been carefully drawn based on the description given by the Spirit Planting Hall disciple he had let go.
This had been entirely within Wang Chen's expectations.
The reason he had not killed the other man was not because he was softhearted.
It was because there would otherwise have been no direct witness.
The Punishment and Guard Halls, which investigated violent crimes, would inevitably make trouble for the passersby and farmers present at the time.
Given the two halls' usual ways, those people would never get away without being skinned alive!
Wang Chen did not want to drag those innocent people into it.
Nor was he afraid of his alias being exposed. If there was no Lu Zhishen, there were still Wu Song, Lin Chong, Yan Qing...
How about One Hundred and Five Generals!
Thus, Wang Chen merely gave