After dealing with the three men's remains, Yang Lingrui planned to leave this place.
But the instant he turned around, a powerful feeling of being watched came from behind him, followed by an overwhelming pressure.
That pressure reminded him of the unpleasant memories from the Su Family's little courtyard.
Late Qi Gathering!
No sooner had one wave settled than another rose.
A trace of irritation welled up in Yang Lingrui's heart.
He had thought he had been careful enough. He had not revealed that he carried a huge fortune, had avoided the possible trouble on the third day, and had even chosen to slip away quietly in the dead of night.
Yet even so, he had still been targeted by someone with ulterior motives.
If only my realm were higher, then I could slaughter this whole pack of scheming flies and dogs clean.
"Clap, clap, clap..."
A round of applause sounded, accompanied by a man's soft chuckle.
"Hehehe, what a splendid fight! I thought those three were mantises stalking a cicada, but I never expected that you were the true mantis, hiding behind a false identity."
As the words fell, a cultivator dressed like a scholar emerged from the woods.
He wore a pale blue robe, tall and slender, with a clear, bright voice. Every gesture he made carried an air of refinement.
Yet on half of his face was a blackish-purple scar, especially glaring.
As Yang Lingrui turned around, several talismans silently appeared in his sleeve. He asked, "Could it be that Senior has also taken an interest in the spirit treasures on me?"
"Oh, no, no, no. Don't misunderstand. As for spirit treasures, I have some myself."
As he spoke, the man summoned a painting brush and sketched through the air several times. A bird formed from ink