When Chu Xisheng heard that the bounty on his head had reached fifteen hundred taels of Demon Silver, his heart pounded with fear for a while.
But he soon steadied himself, remembering the experts clustered around him: two seventh-ranks and one sixth-rank.
There was also Lu Luanli, who hid her abilities deep and practiced Dual Cultivation of Technique and Martial Arts.
If even these people proved inadequate, the former Overlord Martial King, Chu Yunyun, was there to back him up.
Chu Xisheng figured that after these Life-and-Death Arena matches, he would return to Zhengyang Martial Academy and stay there.
Until his cultivation reached the eighth rank, he would not leave even if someone beat him to death.
His calm composure, however, somewhat surprised the female guard, raising her opinion of him another notch.
Just then, a carriage slowly rolled into the ferry landing and stopped in front of them.
Chu Xisheng fixed his gaze on it, surprise in his eyes.
The carriage before him was not particularly luxurious, but it was cast entirely from steel and iron. Thick iron plates enclosed all four sides of the compartment, and even its wheels were cast steel.
Zuo Qingyun poked his smiling face out of the carriage window.
"Get in! We'll ride over."
Chu Xisheng readily took his advice and stepped into the carriage.
The ferry landing at Ancient Market Town was actually quite close to South Street Temple Fair, less than half a kilometer away.
But once the carriage entered the street, Chu Xisheng understood why this steel carriage was necessary.
Looking out the window, he saw mountains and seas of people lining both sides of Ancient Market Town's streets, a surging mass of heads everywhere. It was several times livelier than when he had fought at South Street Temple Fair.
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