"Hey, Brother Meng, do you think anyone else will come?"
"Those five Gentian Grass plants of ours have lured in quite a few people."
Deep in the dense forest, beside a stream, two middle-aged men in black robes sat around a campfire. One held two Spirit Stones as he cultivated, while the other poked at the fire with a stick.
Meng Zhe finished absorbing the Spirit Stones in his hands and breathed out a mouthful of turbid air.
"Someone else will definitely come."
He glanced down at his boots and sneered. "The woman who planted Mother-and-Child Incense on me hasn't even shown up yet."
Huang Sanshui nodded. "She's not bad-looking, either. Remember to leave her breathing when the time comes. Don't waste a fine cultivation vessel."
"Telling me won't do much. You'll have to tell Eldest Brother and Second Brother."
Meng Zhe could not help smiling. The scheme I came up with really is brilliant.
The four of them had joined forces.
Their second brother, at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, sold the Century Gentian Grass, while their eldest brother, at the Tenth Layer of Qi Refining, bought it. Once the sale was done, plenty of people would follow them out to steal it.
A chaotic fight would break out, and their eldest brother would pretend to lose so Meng Zhe and their fourth brother could snatch the Gentian Grass away.
After that... they could sit comfortably and wait for fish to bite.
If one came, they killed one.
If two came, they killed the pair!
With this method, they had moved through quite a few markets and cities and killed no small number of cultivators.
They generally pulled the trick once per city, then left after the job and moved on to the next place. That way, they