A Bunch of Paupers-What Are You Risking Your Lives For?

The night wind howled, and killing intent surged.

A figure hurried through the small woods, glancing back from time to time.

"Have I shaken him off?"

As he muttered to himself, his gaze sharpened. Then he gritted his teeth, circulated what little spiritual power he had left, and kept running.

The Wind Riding Art wrapped around him, bringing no coolness at all—only the panic of his insides burning like a raging fire.

Because behind him, a cultivator in blue was speeding after him atop a flying disc.

"Zhou San, you can't escape!"

Zhou San turned a deaf ear and raced madly toward the Howling Moon Mountain Range.

As long as he entered the Howling Moon Mountain Range, he could use the complicated terrain to shake off Gao Ting'e.

Flying with the Wind Riding Art was far faster than riding a Magic Tool like the Lotus Leaf Flying Disc.

But the spiritual power consumed by casting a spell was inevitably far greater than that consumed by a flying tool used for transportation like the Lotus Leaf Flying Disc.

Gao Ting'e's face was gloomy as he followed from afar.

Whenever he sensed that the distance had widened enough, he would channel spiritual power and accelerate to catch up.

"Heh. Instead of running toward Mountain Shattering Gang headquarters, you panicked and chose this wilderness. You truly have a death wish."

With a cold sneer, Gao Ting'e pinched a talisman between his fingers, ready to activate it at any moment.

But as the scenery around them gradually changed, Gao Ting'e's expression became uncertain.

"No, he wants to run into the mountains!"

The Mountain Shattering Gang knew the nearby mountain ranges far better than people like them, who spent all year traveling the Great River and its waters.

If Zhou San really made it inside and hid for two or three days, there would truly be nothing Gao Ting'e could do to him.

"Fine, this Swift Travel Talisman can only be wasted on you."

Gao Ting'e did not hesitate. He put away the Lotus Leaf Flying Disc, took out an earthen-yellow talisman, and stuck it onto himself.

Spiritual power poured into it.

The next moment, a figure swept up a hazy yellow glow and came howling over like an earthen dragon.

The distance between him and the enemy ahead rapidly closed.

Seeing this, Zhou San's soul nearly flew out of his body. But no matter how he urged his spiritual power, he could not widen the gap.

The Wind Riding Art had its limits as well.

"Zhou San, die!"

With a low shout, a Flying Sword shot toward him from hundreds of meters away.

Zhou San staggered a step but did not fall. Instead, he fled even more desperately.

Gao Ting'e recalled the Flying Sword. A layer of bright red blood stained its blade.

"You can take a hit, huh? I wonder how many more exchanges you can endure."

Gao Ting'e continued the pursuit. The night wind slapped against his face, bringing him a trace of refreshing comfort.

"Fellow cultivator, save me!"

A cry for help rang out, shrill and miserable.

Luo Chen's face had darkened to the extreme. Hiding behind the door, he had a stack of talismans hanging from his waist and a Soul-Breaking Nail clenched in his hand.

Save your mother! Don't come this way!

His inward complaint was naturally something Zhou San could not hear.

On the contrary, Zhou San charged straight toward his house.

"The Great River Gang is conducting business. All unrelated people, get lost!"

Following that thunderous roar, a massive Fireball suddenly lit up the pitch-black night sky.

Peering through the crack in the door, Luo Chen's eyes widened.

Damn your mother, what are you trying to do?

The next moment, the enormous Fireball crashed down like a meteor, targeting not only Zhou San, but Luo Chen's courtyard as well.

Gao Ting'e drifted down to the ground. The yellow glow around him vanished, and the Swift Travel Talisman was completely spent.

Facing the Flame Light of the house beside him, half of which had collapsed and was blazing fiercely—

He looked at the corpse sprawled on the ground.

"You're quite good at playing dead."

Before his words had even faded, the corpse on the ground had just turned over when a Flying Sword pierced through its body, forcefully pinning it to the ground.

With a cold sneer, Gao Ting'e cast a sidelong glance.

"Are you coming out on your own, or are you planning to burn alive in there?"

A Fireball was his answer.

"Such petty tricks, and you dare flaunt your skill before an expert!"

Gao Ting'e raised a hand, and an earthen-yellow shield enveloped his body. The Fireball struck it, sending ripples of yellow light across its surface before vanishing.

He reached out, and the Flying Sword on the ground whistled back into his hand.

"Senior, please show mercy!"

Gao Ting'e looked at the man scrambling awkwardly out of the window and shook his head disdainfully.

He was nothing more than a piece of trash at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer.

Then, he suddenly roared, "How dare you!"

Another Fireball came hurtling toward him.

The Fireball itself was not frightening. What enraged him was that this mere Qi Refining Fourth Layer cultivator still dared to attack him after seeing him.

In his fury, he was about to strike with his Flying Sword.

As for that Fireball, he did not take it seriously at all.

His Earth Dog Cover possessed defenses that surpassed most low-tier spells. Forget the Fireball Spell—even Meteor Fire Rain could not break through it.

Yet the next moment, his expression changed.

After the Fireball vanished, a Black Light sliced through his Earth Dog Cover as easily as a knife cutting tofu, then burrowed straight toward his chest.

"Soul-Breaking..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the night curtain, a figure moved like a ghost, both hands constantly forming seals as Fireballs shot out in a mad barrage.

Gao Ting'e had tried more than once to cast the Earth Dog Cover again, but beneath the unceasing Fireball assault, he could not catch even the slightest breath.

"His casting speed... is so fast!"

That was Gao Ting'e's only thought before he fell.

Luo Chen stood two hundred meters away, staring fixedly at the fallen corpse.

"He might be playing dead. I've used that trick before, and that earlier guy used it too."

"So I need to test him!"

Without hesitation, Luo Chen fired another Fireball.

The corpse did not react. It looked thoroughly dead.

Luo Chen was still unsure. From this far away, if the other man really was feigning death, he would still have a chance to run.

But if he had not truly been driven to the brink, why would he pretend to be dead?

Luo Chen's eyes lit up. He recited a short incantation, and his finger suddenly moved.

On the distant ground, a stream of green light twisted out like a vine and wrapped around the cultivator's neck.

Clang!

The ring of a sword sounded. Luo Chen's heart jolted, and he immediately increased the spiritual power he poured in.

The vine twisted tightly around the neck, only gradually fading after the head had been wrenched around twice.

"He really was playing dead. Too bad that trick doesn't work on me anymore."

Letting out a breath, Luo Chen walked over to the corpse.

Looking at the neck twisted like a fried dough twist and the face frozen in an eerie expression, Luo Chen felt remarkably calm this time.

There was no anger at being caught in the crossfire, nor any pride in ambushing a great enemy.

Sometimes, adapting to an atmosphere was an easy thing.

Luo Chen had always been very adaptable!

He merely sighed. So the Entangling Spell really could kill people. He would never laugh at a certain God King again.

He shook his head... forget it. Looking at that twisted neck, the act of shaking his head was genuinely a little creepy.

Luo Chen expertly began looting the corpse.

A swallow-shaped Flying Sword. He would determine its exact quality later.

A Lotus Leaf Flying Disc. He knew this one: a Low-Grade Flying Tool. The Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion sold it for one hundred and fifty, half again as expensive as ordinary Tier 1 Low-grade items.

The magic robe was ruined.

Eh, there was even a close-fitting Inner Armor. No wonder he had taken Luo Chen's Soul-Breaking Nail and more than a dozen Fireball Spells yet remained stiffly alive.

Unfortunately, it was almost completely ruined too.

No Spirit Stones? No Cultivation Method? Not even a Storage Bag?

Damn it, what kind of pauper was this?

Picking the Soul-Breaking Nail out of the man's chest, Luo Chen cursed as he went to search the other corpse.

In the end, he got only a set of flying dagger Magic Tools and a small bag of Spirit Stones. There was nothing else.

Damn, another pauper!

"A bunch of paupers—what are you risking your lives for every day?!"

After grumbling, Luo Chen turned back to look at his fiercely burning house, tears threatening to spill.

"The local gangs are seriously too rude!"

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