Breaking the Robbery and Killing, Master Level Art

Reaching an uninhabited area, Wei Zhong stopped and looked back at the light trailing behind him.

The figures gradually halted, three in total, all Qi Refining advanced stage cultivators. Their faces seemed somewhat familiar, likely Spirit Farmers from the Yan Family.

"What do you all mean by following me here?"

Wei Zhong spoke first.

The three exchanged smiles, and the leader said:

"Enough nonsense, Old Man Wei, hand over your storage pouch. If it satisfies us brothers, we might spare your life."

Another added:

"Lin Daoyou, why bother talking? We can just take him down here and split the loot. This old codger spent six or seven hundred Spirit Stones at the auction; he must be loaded."

As Spirit Farmers of the Lin Family, although they earned around a hundred Spirit Stones each year from farming, their expenses were equally high. Pills, magical artifacts, and spells were all significant costs.

Therefore, most Spirit Farmers could only break even, lacking the extra wealth to improve themselves.

Originally, they became Spirit Farmers because their talents were mediocre, with no hope for the Great Dao.

Seeing Wei Zhong, this old fat sheep, leaving, they couldn't help but have malicious thoughts.

Wei Zhong sighed slightly:

"Is Yan Yuan nephew also thinking the same?"

A figure emerged from the forest below, pulling back his hood to reveal Yan Yuan, who had once sought guidance from Wei Zhong on the Spirit Rain Technique.

"Old Wei is indeed extraordinary; I hid so well, yet you still discovered me."

He wore a smile, seemingly confident that he had Wei Zhong cornered.

Wei Zhong shook his head; this shallow method of concealment was far inferior to Gongyang Zi's:

"Nephew, does Yan brother know about your actions?"

Yan Yuan understood that he was referring to his clan uncle, Yan Wenbo.

"He doesn't know. I know that Old Wei is on good terms with my clan uncle, so I naturally wouldn't inform him."

Wei Zhong felt a bit regretful:

"Nephew, you have a bright future. Why collude with these Spirit Farmers to engage in such Robber Cultivator activities?"

After learning the Spirit Rain Technique from him, Yan Yuan had stood out from the Yan Family's collateral disciples and became a Spirit Nurturer apprentice, truly breaking away from his collateral status and becoming a core member of the Yan Family.

Hearing this, Yan Yuan's smile faded, revealing a hint of ferocity.

"What's the use of being a Spirit Nurturer? I'm still just working for the main branch disciples. I painstakingly nurture spiritual herbs, but why should they be distributed to the main branch disciples based solely on an elder's word, while I have to painstakingly accumulate contributions to exchange for them?"

Seeing his resentful expression, Wei Zhong immediately understood that he hadn't been beaten down enough. Being born into a cultivation family was far better than being a rogue cultivator.

Now that he had entered the core, he saw even more privileged individuals and felt dissatisfied.

If you're dissatisfied, why make things difficult for an old man like me?

"Please hand over your wealth, Old Wei. I can ensure you have a dignified death."

'Well, they're not even giving me a chance to survive.'

"Nephew, you don't think you can control me by finding these three wastes, do you?"

Hearing this, the three Spirit Farmers all wore angry expressions.

Everyone was a Spirit Farmer, all were high-stage Qi Refining cultivators, so what made you so noble?

"Don't worry, Yan old brother, the three of us will take him down."

Wei Zhong shook his head, the black ball in his finger spun, and instantly activated.

Flying Throwing Art · Grandmaster (12%)

In recent years, although Wei Zhong had been busy cultivating the Nourishing Body Art, he had not neglected the practice of spells.

The Grandmaster-level Flying Throwing Art was even better than before. Only a sound of air being torn apart was heard, and in an instant, it arrived in front of the leading high-stage Qi Refining cultivator, not giving him time to summon a defensive magic tool at all.

The jade pendant beside his ear shattered, forming a jade-colored barrier in front of him.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

What a fast casting speed, wasting one of my life-saving magic tools.

It's actually a passively triggered defensive magic tool.

Wei Zhong's expression did not change at all. He only saw the black ball drill a small hole out of it, as if hitting an eggshell, and then flew towards his head with undiminished momentum.

His face was stunned, seemingly a little incredulous that his defense was broken in the blink of an eye.

Then, like a stone smashing into tofu, his head was blown to smithereens.

The Grandmaster-level Flying Throwing Art was not only limited to penetration, but also had the effect of detonating spiritual power after hitting the target, adding to its lethality.

"Brother Lin!"

Before the three of them could react to this sudden change, Wei Zhong moved, turning into a cloud of white, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind another person.

Soaring Cloud Art · Grandmaster (31%)

He already held a magic sword in his hand, its golden light dazzling.

Geng Sword Art · Proficient (45%)

The Geng Sword Art was blessed on the first-grade middle-grade magic tool, and it immediately exerted the power of no less than a first-grade high-grade magic tool.

With a tearing sound, it had already pierced into the second person's magic robe.

The cyan magic robe had flowing cloud patterns, and it was actually a first-grade middle-grade magic robe, and its value was no less than that of a first-grade high-grade magic tool.

However, Geng metal was hard to resist, and the magic sword created a palm-width gap in his magic robe, piercing into his side abdomen.

Sword energy gushed out, seriously injuring one person.

Between the rise and fall of the clouds, Wei Zhong had already killed and seriously injured one person each.

Leaving behind the last Spirit Farmer and Yan Yuan, who was at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

The two of them looked horrified and dared not fight again.

Yan Yuan dove into the forest below, leaving behind an echo: "Please, Ke Daoyou, cover my retreat. I will definitely take care of your family."

Leaving the spirit farmer alone, his face alternated between green and white.

After a moment of hesitation, he took out a pellet drum.

"Dong, dong!"

As if a child's voice entered his ears, Wei Zhong paused slightly, a flash of golden light in his mind instantly resolving the issue.

It's actually a magical artifact that affects the soul.

Wei Zhong's face lit up with joy, his hands not idle in the slightest, Flying Throwing Art.

Seeing that he was not affected by the magical artifact and was performing that familiar casting action, the man immediately felt a sense of impending doom.

"Pa!"

Another headless corpse fell.

Wei Zhong left behind another cloud of mist, ignoring the heavily injured man, and flew into the forest, his hand already clutching a large handful of magical artifact fragments.

Flying Throwing Art - Rapid Fire.

Countless trees in the forest were affected by the spells, falling one after another.

Then Wei Zhong descended downwards.

He saw Yan Yuan lying among the trees, one arm missing, and both legs a bloody mess.

The only remaining arm was desperately activating a black shield half a man's height. Seeing Wei Zhong's arrival, his face showed despair.

Then, as if remembering something, tears welled up in his eyes, and he burst into loud sobs.

"Uncle Wei, I'm sorry, this nephew was blinded by greed for a moment. I hope Uncle Wei can spare my life for the sake of Uncle Yan, I beg..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wei Zhong had already stirred up a vortex of spiritual energy in his hand, and a pebble pierced into his brain.

Then, a ball of flames burned him to ashes.

Picking up his storage bag, Wei Zhong rode the cloud of mist back again.

Two headless corpses lay across the ground, a Motley Parrot confronting a man, occasionally firing a few wind blades from its wings to prevent him from escaping.

Wei Zhong casually cast a spell, and the last man perished.

Nine Colors flew to Wei Zhong's shoulder, tilting its head to look at Wei Zhong's old face.

Wei Zhong took out a red pill and flicked it into its mouth, muttering:

"It seems I didn't raise you for nothing."

Then he collected all the spoils, cleaned up the area, and left.