A Roadside Robbery—Now I Had Both Gold Coins and a Dou Qi Cultivation Method

"Ah... what a pity."

The inheritance of an ancient Battle Emperor was clearly within reach, yet they could not retrieve it. Meng Chen could not help sighing, disappointment flashing across his face.

Qing Yanjing looked at the dejected Meng Chen.

He had saved her life, yet she could not protect him on his path. Now, she could not even give him a cultivation technique to aid his training.

Thinking of this, Qing Yanjing felt a faint sense of guilt and comforted him gently.

"Meng Chen, wait a little longer. At most seven days. Once I recover even a trace of spiritual energy, I'll be able to open the Spatial Sacred Artifact. Then you can choose any Battle Emperor technique you want!"

"Forget it. Even if you gave me a technique now, I couldn't cultivate it. I need to become a Battle Practitioner first. I haven't even reached the first stage of Dou Qi yet, so I should find a Dou Qi cultivation method and practice that first."

Meng Chen waved his hand, telling Qing Yanjing not to rush.

But they were in the middle of nowhere, without even a soul in sight. Meng Chen suggested, "Senior Qing, let's put everything else aside for now and find somewhere to settle down first."

Qing Yanjing nodded lightly. She had already recovered somewhat. Although she had lost all her spiritual energy, her physical strength, comparable to that of the Divine Soul Realm, still gave her some ability to defend herself.

So long as they did not encounter a Divine Soul Realm expert, Qing Yanjing believed she could still protect Meng Chen.

The blazing sun hung high overhead, its fierce rays scorching the wilderness.

Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing walked for nearly half an hour before finally spotting a relatively broad official road. Lush trees lined both sides, their shadows swaying gracefully in the breeze.

At the sight of the tree-lined road, joy surfaced in Meng Chen's eyes. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.

"Whew... After walking for so long, we finally found a road."

However, just as they stepped onto the official road, figures suddenly darted through the woods on both sides.

Before long, several men wielding sabers and swords rushed out and surrounded Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing.

"Damn it, after squatting here for so long, someone finally came! Oh ho, and there's a gorgeous beauty too!"

Their leader was a middle-aged man in black. A scar stretched from his brow to his chin, adding a vicious air to his face.

The black-clothed middle-aged man cursed as his gaze fell upon the two fat sheep he had finally caught.

The moment he saw Qing Yanjing, he stared dumbly.

Although Qing Yanjing wore a veil, it could not conceal her peerless grace. A little dust stained her dress, making her seem like a goddess fallen into the mortal world.

The other bandits were equally stunned, practically drooling as greed and excitement filled their eyes.

"Boss, she's a real treasure! I'm going second!"

"Why do you get to go second? You were second last time. This time, I'm going second!"

"Slurp... Those breasts, that ass! I've never seen anything this incredible in all my years!"

The bandits argued among themselves, clearly believing Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing were already theirs for the taking. Their gazes grew increasingly lewd.

What they did not notice was that Meng Chen was even more excited than they were.

"Just what I needed!"

Meng Chen had been wondering how he would afford an inn once he reached the city later.

Then these bandits came running out. Were they not practically delivering wealth right to his doorstep?

"Senior Qing, I'll have to trouble you," Meng Chen said to the slightly cold-faced Qing Yanjing.

The next instant, Qing Yanjing, who had long since developed killing intent, flashed forward and appeared before the scar-faced middle-aged man like a ghost.

Before the scar-faced man could react, a fair, delicate hand lightly struck his forehead. The force passed through him, and a burst of power instantly shattered his skull!

A faint crack sounded. The scar-faced man's eyes rolled white, blood began flowing from his seven orifices, and his body collapsed limply to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, their boss had had his skull shattered by a single palm strike. The underlings stood frozen in place, terror in their eyes.

"H-How is that possible? Boss is a Three-Star Fighter!"

"Run! Run!"

"D-Don't kill me! I was wrong, don't kill me..."

The underlings were so frightened that they could barely hold their weapons. Some turned and ran, while others dropped to their knees and begged for mercy.

But without exception, Qing Yanjing killed them all with a single palm strike.

Meng Chen followed behind Qing Yanjing, looting the bodies.

After searching them all, he obtained over a thousand gold coins, several bottles of hemostatic powder, and a low-grade Yellow Rank Barbaric Bull Art.

"A man does not grow rich without windfalls, and a horse does not grow fat without night grazing. Now I not only have gold coins, but I've also gotten a Dou Qi cultivation method."

Meng Chen remarked as he flipped through the Barbaric Bull Art. Although it was only a low-grade Yellow Rank technique, that was enough as long as it contained the basic method for drawing qi into the body and condensing Dou Qi.

Then Meng Chen picked up a waterskin and handed it to Qing Yanjing.

"Senior Qing, wash your hands."

Qing Yanjing accepted the waterskin. After washing her hands, she continued on the road with Meng Chen.

After walking for more than another hour, they saw the outline of a city at the end of the official road.

Three ancient characters were prominently written above the city.

Wutan City.

Looking at the city's name, Meng Chen was rather surprised. Wutan City... I wonder what time period this is?

After paying the entrance fee, Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing entered Wutan City.

"Healing medicine! Top-quality healing medicine! Only ten gold coins a bottle!"

"First-tier wood-element magic core! Only five hundred gold coins!"

"Come take a look! Freshly made braised pork, delicious enough that you won't want to miss it!"

The moment they entered the city, noisy cries from vendors rang out without end.

As a city near the Magic Beast Mountains, it was filled with street stalls selling all kinds of specialties from the Magic Beast Mountains. Most of the people on the streets were mercenaries who lived by the blade.

The pair of Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing also drew plenty of attention. There was no other reason—their temperaments were simply too outstanding.

After transforming into the Divine King Physique, Meng Chen possessed an extraordinary, otherworldly air. Bright as the moon, he seemed like a divine son descending into the mortal world.

As the Buddha Goddess, Qing Yanjing remained coldly peerless and sacred beyond violation, even after losing all her spiritual energy.

Traveling together, the two attracted the eyes of countless men and women, leaving an unforgettable impression on all who saw them.

"Brother Xiao Yan, what are you looking at?"

Within the crowd, a strikingly beautiful young girl turned her head and saw the youth beside her staring unblinkingly at Meng Chen and Qing Yanjing. Instantly annoyed, she reached out and pinched Xiao Yan's waist.

In an instant, Xiao Yan felt a piercing pain shoot through his waist. It hurt so badly that his features twisted together, and he repeatedly begged Xiao Xun'er for mercy.

"Ahh!! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Xun'er, listen to my explanation! I wasn't looking at that woman—I was looking at that man!"

When the people around them heard Xiao Yan's "excuse," they all looked at him with contempt. Some even raised their middle fingers at him.

If you wanted to look at a beautiful woman, then look at her. You had the nerve to stare but not the nerve to admit it? We despise you!

And you were looking at that man? What, were you gay?

"Hmph! Still making excuses? Brother Xiao Yan, your eyes were practically glued to that woman!"

Xiao Xun'er snorted coldly and pinched harder. Xiao Yan was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes as he cried out that he had been wronged.

"I'm being wronged, Xun'er! Really! I really wasn't looking at that woman! I really was looking at that man!"

Seeing that Xiao Yan was still "making excuses," Xiao Xun'er grew even angrier. She let go of him, abandoned him, and turned away, unwilling to pay him any more attention.

Xiao Yan rubbed his reddened waist. Seeing Xiao Xun'er angry, he felt utterly wronged.

He really had been looking at that man. That man's clothes had seemed very familiar, but Xiao Yan could not remember where he had seen them before.

But after Xiao Xun'er's little outburst, Xiao Yan had no mind left to think about any of that. He hurried after Xiao Xun'er...