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The highest cultivation level among these bandit Rogue Cultivator was only the Golden Core. However, even among Golden Core Golden Core cultivators, there were differences in grade and strength. He could handle these people by himself.

He didn't want to say anything more, so he summoned his spirit sword and unleashed a sharp sword light!

At the same time, Qiaoqiao cleared her throat and said loudly, "Listen carefully, my senior brother's name is -- Shen Ji the Ethereal Peak the Flowing Cloud Sect, a renowned figure for all time, possessing boundless power and unparalleled sword immortality, and dashing and handsome!"

After that shout, Shen Ji's Sword Qi veered off course by three-tenths.

The Rogue Cultivator on the other side were dumbfounded, not because of the boastful title, but because they had actually dared to rob the four great immortal sects!

Shen Ji's sword strike was so fierce that they trembled with fear. Fortunately, his sword missed, flying past the leader's scalp and shaving off half of his hair!

"Help!"

"Run!"

He threw the knife away and ran.

Another voice said, "Trying to run away?"

Suddenly, the trapping formation that had been holding the spirit horse moved forward, enveloping them all inside!

"Boss, what happened?!"

"We're trapped!"

This trapping formation was the leader's signature move, yet it was used against them without their knowledge, and they were now being controlled by someone else!

When the bandits saw the woman emerge from the carriage, they were all shocked—those of them might not recognize others, but they certainly wouldn't be unfamiliar with Xiao Tingyu, the eldest daughter of the Xiao Household, the richest family in the Cultivation World!

This... this is actually the Xiao Household's carriage?!

Why isn't there even a badge on the carriage?

Xiao Tingyu alighted from the carriage, easing Shen Ji's embarrassment. Qiaoqiao, standing nearby, had already picked up the large sword the leader had thrown down. The leader, trapped in the formation, stared at her in horror, "You, what do you want to do?"

Qiaoqiao said, "Your knife is very good; it's mine now."

Leader:...

Which of us is the robber?!

He could only accept his bad luck for running into the Flowing Cloud Sect. Although this weapon was his beloved possession, it was nothing compared to his life.

"Grandma, the knife is yours now, please, everyone, let us go!"

He took the lead and knelt down with a thud, and his underlings followed suit, begging for mercy.

This is truly a year of bad luck! Not only did we run into the Flowing Cloud Sect, but the eldest daughter of the Xiao Household was also there! What's wrong with these people? Why are they taking a carriage instead of a perfectly good flying boat?

I seriously suspect they were deliberately trying to scam them!

He looked at Qiaoqiao, who was petite and carrying a large sword that was half Qiaoqiao height. The contrast between the sword and the sword was striking.

Her dark eyes were bright and her expression innocent; she seemed to have been well protected by her senior brothers and sisters, and was probably quite kind-hearted.

This little girl probably won't make things difficult for them, right?

"You want me to let you go?" Qiaoqiao asked.

The leader nodded repeatedly.

Qiaoqiao's eyes darted around, "Letting you go is fine too—"

The leader's face lit up with joy; as expected, this little girl had a soft heart.

"We'll let you go as long as you hand over all your valuables."

leader:?

Looking at the little girl's smile, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He had been robbing people for so many years, but this was the first time he had ever been robbed himself!

Not only did they steal his knife, but they also took everything else?!

"Don't even think about it!"

"Oh?" Qiaoqiao raised the big knife and said with a smile, "This blade looks very sharp. It should feel great to cut watermelons, right?"

Leader: Don't look at my head and say "cut the watermelon"!

Seeing Qiaoqiao eagerly poking at his head, a layer of sweat broke out on his back.

She... she's so scary!

He must be blind to think she's "kind and cute".

"Hand over the stuff, and you'll have a way out. Isn't that a good deal?" Xiao Tingyu said casually from the side.

The leader and his junior disciples trembled at the thought of the Flowing Cloud Sect and the Xiao Household.

The leader, trembling, pulled out his Storage Bag and said with extreme humiliation, "It's all... it's all here."

Before long, more than a dozen bulging Storage Bag were handed over, indicating that they had indeed reaped quite a harvest with the sect competition approaching.

Seeing that Qiaoqiao had accepted the Storage Bag, the leader breathed a sigh of relief. Surely they'd be allowed to leave now?

Qiaoqiao said, "And hand over what you have on you too."

"Grandma, it's all gone! I gave it all to you!"

"Your clothes are quite valuable too," Qiaoqiao said seriously.

"Puff--"

"Leader!"

"Chief, why are you coughing up blood, Chief!"

With his underlings' help, the leader shakily got to his feet, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Qiaoqiao, "You... you're ruthless."

A moment later, the group of Rogue Cultivator stripped naked, leaving them only in their underwear. A mountain breeze blew, making them feel chilly from head to toe, and their hearts were even colder.

The leader stood by the roadside braving the cold wind. His most trusted weapon, all his possessions, and even his clothes had been confiscated by this little girl!

Furthermore, he has completely lost face. From this day forward, how can he still have the face to be a bandit leader? He might as well find a temple and become a monk!

"Now we can finally leave!" he said resentfully.

Qiaoqiao glanced at him twice. The leader noticed her gaze and subconsciously covered his eyes, but she quickly looked away, clearly uninterested, and said to Xiao Tingyu, "Senior Sister, this guy's figure is really bad, it's an eyesore!"

"Puff--"

"Leader!"

"Chief, why are you coughing up blood again, Chief!"

After the group of henchmen helped their leader flee in disarray, he was so angry that he was half-dead and looked like he was about to break. The henchmen even walked more carefully, afraid that their leader would just collapse on the spot.