Zhao Shanming Dies!

Upon returning to the Cultivation World, the first thing encountered was a gust of demonic wind carrying a strong stench of blood.

Another cultivator of unknown origin has appeared, inviting him to seize the spirit medicine. Especially after hearing his words, Chen Wang sneered inwardly and said calmly, "In that case, someone needs to lure away the Demon Beast guarding the spirit medicine. So who will lure it away?"

Chen Wang was not interested in this and would not join forces with people of unknown origin.

He held Three-Inch Flying Sword in his hand, ready to strike Zhao Shanming at any moment, while his other hand reached for the cloth bag at his waist.

Zhao Shanming smiled and said, "Since this is our first meeting, I naturally can't let you lure away the Demon Beast. I will lure away the Demon Beast, you take the spirit medicine, and then wait for me at the agreed place."

Chen Wang raised an eyebrow.

He thought Zhao Shanming would promise him benefits to lure him away, so he took the spirit medicine and left.

"You trust me so much, aren't you afraid I'll run away with the spirit medicine?" Chen Wang asked.

Zhao Shanming shook his head. "These two spirit medicine are extremely coveted, and I am naturally worried, but one person simply cannot take them away."

"Moreover, I know of several places with spirit medicine in these mountains. Fellow Daoist, it would be a pity to lose other spirit medicine spirit medicine the sake of these two."

You're really good at bragging... Chen Wang said, "These spirit medicine aren't wild vegetables from the mountains, how do you know so many places?"

Zhao Shanming took out a token and said, "To be honest, I am a disciple of the Spirit Medicine Valley, so I naturally have some methods for finding medicinal herbs."

Spirit Medicine Valley is a cultivation sect that specializes in alchemy and medicine making.

Moreover, each disciple has a special method for finding spirit medicine.

The token he took out was neither gold nor copper; it was clearly specially crafted and unique to the Spirit Medicine Valley.

Although Chen Wang did not recognize the token, he could tell that it was extraordinary.

He pondered for a moment and said, "As far as I know, the Spirit Medicine Valley is very far from here. Why are you gathering herbs here, fellow Daoist?"

Zhao Shanming said, "Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but the Red Cloud Sect has undergone a great change and was besieged by several major forces. It was my Spirit Medicine Valley that stepped in to help."

Chen Wang raised an eyebrow.

He was just trying to find out some information, but unexpectedly learned about this situation from this person.

"So, the Red Cloud Sect didn't retreat?" Chen Wang thought to himself.

He feigned ignorance and said in surprise, "As far as I know, the Red Cloud Sect has a Golden Core Old Ancestor. What force would dare to attack him?"

Zhao Shanming smiled slightly, "That Old Ancestor... hehe, it's a long story. Fellow Daoist, you should come with me to retrieve the spirit medicine first. Time is of the essence. It would be a pity if someone else got it."

He spoke with great conviction, without revealing anything about the Red Cloud Sect's Old Ancestor.

Why does this guy's smile look so lewd... Chen Wang thought to himself, but said calmly on the surface, "I'm not interested in obtaining spirit medicine. Fellow Daoist Zhao, you should find another helper."

Zhao Shanming earnestly advised, "Fellow Daoist, all you need to do is pick the spirit medicine. Are you still unwilling?"

"This is just like picking up Spirit Stone from the ground! This is an incredible stroke of luck!"

"If I weren't busy and afraid that someone else would snatch it away after I left, this opportunity might not have come to you, fellow Daoist."

Zhao Shanhe's words were very persuasive, emphasizing the urgency of the situation and the reason for seeking Chen Wang's help.

But Chen Wang didn't care. The person who won the lottery at the train station was more realistic than him, and at least he had a straight man.

Furthermore, if the situation is truly that urgent, there wouldn't even be time to find help, so why hunt Demon Beast here? Chen Wang shook his head. "I'm timid and my cultivation is too low. I don't want to get involved in this matter. Farewell, Fellow Daoist Zhao."

He stepped back, Zhao Shanming frowned and sighed, "Fellow Daoist still doesn't trust me. Wouldn't it be better if we joined forces to seize this fortune and everyone benefited?"

Chen Wang stopped talking to him, his Three-Inch Flying Sword tightly tucked into his sleeve. He fixed his gaze on Zhao Shanming and carefully stepped back.

Zhao Shanming stood still, staring at him with a deep gaze, without making any move.

After a long while, Chen Wang turned and left.

However, Zhao Shanming had been in the direction he was heading towards the Market, so Chen Wang deliberately took a detour. "It's rare that this person didn't make a move."

The previous road was easier to walk on, but this road is overgrown with bushes and is extremely difficult to traverse.

Even with Chen Wang's excellent physical condition, there was nowhere to stay in many places.

The Three-Inch Flying Sword seemed rather small at this moment, and Chen Wang didn't want to use his Sword Qi, needlessly expending his strength to clear a path in the mountains.

He took out the Show Overlord Sword. When it was not activated, the sword had an ancient and elegant shape, and it did not seem to have any special features or strong spiritual power.

Chen Wang drew his sword, its Sword Qi chilling and its edge incredibly sharp; in the mortal realm, it would be a divine weapon capable of cutting through iron like mud.

However, although the sword's body was like a pool of Autumn Water, it still did not exude any Dao Resonance.

Chen Wang took this into account when he made the purchase, which suited his need to keep a low profile.

Chen Wang swung his sword, cutting through the bushes in front of him with incredible speed and clean cuts, without the slightest resistance.

"If I had a sword like this when I was a kid, I would have cut down all the grass around me!"

"Not a blade of grass will grow!"

Chen Wang thought to himself.

This made him walk a little faster.

"It seems the Red Cloud Sect's Old Ancestor is in trouble, and it's the kind of problem that makes people laugh. He only says half of what he means!"

"However, judging from what he said, it seems that the Red Cloud Sect still has control here, which is a good thing."

Chen Wang thought to himself.

He had previously clashed with those people in the Market. If those people were in charge here, Chen Wang would have to consider starting over in another place.

Of course, I must take revenge before I leave, kill someone, especially that Da Qing! Things are not bad now, revenge is a must, and life can go on.

As he was pondering, he suddenly noticed a dark figure in the bushes ahead. He swung his sword and cleaved the bushes in front of him.

He's probably the only one who can use a Top-Grade Magic Sword down bushes.

Chen Wang discovered it was a corpse, its body mangled and bloody, its internal organs almost completely devoured, and one leg had been eaten.

His death was extremely gruesome!

There was some blood on his face, but you could still tell what he looked like before he died. However, after Chen Wang saw him clearly, his eyebrows shot up and a chill ran through him.

"Zhao Shanming!"

That's right, the corpse in the bushes in front of us is Zhao Shanming!

It was that disciple from the Spirit Medicine Valley who had dealt with him before!

He had been on high alert, sensing the movements around him, and Zhao Shanming definitely hadn't gotten ahead of him, nor had he engaged in any fight! "Zhao Shanming is already dead here, so who was the person speaking to me?"

Chen Wang frowned, a chill suddenly rising in his heart.

I hadn't even noticed it before!

He went forward to examine Zhao Shanming's corpse and found it to be mangled and bloody, with its internal organs ripped out. A magic sword lay scattered nearby, which, judging from the fluctuations in Spiritual Qi, was probably Mid-Grade Magic Tool. There was no storage ring on the corpse.