Night Raid by Robber Cultivators, the Terrifying Xu Yuan

It was deep winter in Ghost Wail Market.

As the weather grew colder, the fighting in Ghost Wail Market showed no sign of slowing. Instead, it grew fiercer by the day.

Rumor had it that the Netherbright Sect had lost something of great importance. It might have been an object or a living creature, but whatever it was, it mattered enormously to the sect.

And so, two factions already at odds had seized on the matter and begun flinging mud at each other. By now, the dispute was nearly beyond repair.

At midnight, two furtive figures silently crept up to Xu Yuan's stone house.

Both were around the eighth level of Qi Refining. One was tall and thin, the other short and fat, and both wore black. They were plainly robber cultivators of Ghost Wail Market.

Ordinarily, even the robber cultivators of Ghost Wail Market waited until their targets left the market for Yin Mountain before striking. But with the market in turmoil, they had grown bolder.

"Brother Fang, this is the place. The man inside is at the eighth level of Qi Refining too. He spends freely, so he must have a tidy fortune. Once we finish him off, we should have all the resources we need to reach the ninth level."

"Mm. I'll open the way, you slip inside, and then we'll attack together. Caught off guard, even someone at the ninth level would die on the spot, let alone a mere eighth-level Rogue Cultivator."

With a wave of his hand, he sent several small flags flying. The instant they landed in the house's protective restriction, an opening wide enough for one person appeared.

The two exchanged a glance, each delighted, then slipped inside together.

It was time to slaughter this fat sheep.

They crept all the way