Starting from the two realms, cultivating immortality by taming beasts

Chapter 63 Turning the Tables

"Elder Feng, do you need us brothers to lend a hand?" the thin-faced rogue cultivator asked.

"No need. He's just a rogue cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining. I have other matters that I need you to handle."

Feng Buxiu turned his head to look at Shenggang: "The market has a batch of goods that you need to deliver to Zeguo."

"Understood." Sengkang lowered his head, his voice filled with congratulations.

"Go ahead." Feng Buxiu waved his hand and picked up his brush to continue drawing talismans.

Sheng Gang glanced at the talisman out of the corner of his eye, then led Sheng Yong out of the room.

After a long while, Feng Buxiu put down his pen, looked at the failed second-tier talisman on the table, and fell into deep thought.

"It's a pity. If I could become a second-tier talisman master, the Shen family, no matter how unwilling, would have to spare me a Foundation Establishment Pill."

Thinking of this, Feng Buxiu couldn't help but shake his head, picked up the account book at random, and muttered, "These Sheng brothers are indeed clever and useful, but unfortunately they know too much and their minds are too complicated."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Buxiu slowly stroked the title page of the account book with his fingers, and flames immediately appeared from his fingertips.

"Sizzle!"

As the firelight flickered, a hint of regret appeared in Feng Buxiu's eyes.

He served the Shen family for nearly a century, earning countless spirit stones in the process.

As the Foundation Establishment stage approached, the Shen family refused to provide even a single Foundation Establishment Pill, constantly making excuses to delay.

Three years passed, then another three years, and he no longer had time to wait.

The Foundation Establishment Pill promised by the Shen family seems within reach, but in reality, it is unattainable.

If this continues, he will only lose the ability to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage and die of old age.

There was nothing he could do. Since the Shen family wouldn't give it to him, he couldn't blame Feng Buxiu for taking it on his own initiative.

"A top-tier Qi Refining inheritance, kept secret and of extremely high quality, is enough to exchange for a Foundation Establishment stage cultivation level from an outer elder of Mirror Moon Palace." Feng Buxiu's eyes hardened.

Meanwhile, the Sheng brothers had already appeared outside the Hundred Pills Pavilion with their men.

Watching the ragged cultivators being pushed onto the carriages, Sheng Yong transmitted his thoughts telepathically: "Brother, has that old bastard Feng Buxiu gone mad? He actually dared to forge market contracts without authorization!"

Sengkang's expression shifted slightly: "That's not our business."

"But what if that old guy falls from power?" Sheng Yong looked at the buildings in the center of the market.

"You underestimate that old guy." Sheng Gang shook his head. "As long as you silence him cleanly, nothing will have happened, do you understand?"

"Maybe. I always felt that the rogue cultivator named Chen Sheng had an unusual background," Sheng Yong thought to himself.

"So what if he's not simple? In this world, strength is what matters." Sheng Gang glanced at his younger brother speechlessly.

"He didn't even dare to kill a Qi Refining Level 3 Ya Qi who violated the contract on the spot, which shows that he is not strong enough and is not a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

"A new face, so poor that he has to offer a top-grade Qi cultivation method to make money, which means that the power behind him is not strong. He can't even digest a Qi cultivation method. He is probably a rogue cultivator who was lucky enough to find a succession, or a second-generation member of a fallen immortal cultivation family."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yong was stunned: "Brother, how do you know so much? What if that guy is a Foundation Establishment expert who's been hiding his true strength?"

"Phew." Sengkang exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing his inner turmoil.

His younger brother is good at everything, except he's a bit slow. He can't even use his brain; all he can think about is fighting and killing.

There aren't that many cunning old foxes in this world who hide their true abilities and like to play dumb to take advantage of others.

With this information, he could get a pretty good grasp of Chen Sheng's situation, while that old guy Feng Buxiu would only have more detailed information.

"You said 'what if.' If you don't even dare to fight for it when you have a 50-60% chance, Feng Buxiu would never have been able to cultivate to the ninth level of Qi Refining." Sheng Gang patiently explained, otherwise his stupid younger brother would keep bothering him.

He looked up into the distance and asserted, "The patrol officers have been dispatched, and that rogue cultivator named Chen Sheng is doomed."

"It's over!" Wanwan stood outside the patrol station, her expression full of tension.

She never expected that a high-grade Qi cultivation technique could alarm Feng Buxiu and even mobilize the patrol officers.

It should be noted that to join the Biyuanfang City Patrol Division, one must be at least a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

The twelve patrol officers, each holding a token, activated the market array and were even able to briefly contend with Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Soon, a group of cultivators dressed in dark-patterned black Daoist robes emerged from the patrol office.

The leading monk wore a half-bronze mask, revealing a scar diagonally across his neck below his right eye.

"Are you the one who reported the incident?"

Sensing the other party's unfathomable cultivation level, Wanwan weakly replied, "Yes."

"Very good, fellow cultivators, follow me to capture the lawless cultivators who are disrupting the order of the market."

As soon as he finished speaking, he led his cultivators onto magical artifacts, transforming into a streak of rainbow light as they rushed towards the cave in the center of the market town.

"Who dares to be so insolent?"

Upon noticing that a cultivator was using his magical power, the old man guarding the cave stood up and shouted angrily.

"The Patrol Division is handling a case. All bystanders, please disperse immediately." The masked monk produced a token.

The old man's expression changed, and he revealed a kind smile: "May I ask which cave dwelling cultivator violated the market's laws?"

"Cave No. 28, Bingyin Year".

"Understood, I will lift the restrictions on the cave now." The old man, his back hunched, took out the token that controlled the cave's formation.

"Buzz!"

As the protective array around the cave dissipated, the masked cultivator kicked open the door and led his men inside.

Where are they?

Looking at the empty cave, the masked cultivator's eyes showed a look of doubt.

According to intelligence, the rogue cultivator named Chen Sheng should be cultivating in his cave at present.

Could it be that the other party has cultivated a secret technique to conceal their aura?

"Search!" The masked monk waved his hand, and a group of monks behind him immediately dispersed to search the cave.

"Drip." A drop of water suddenly fell from the top of the cave.

The masked cultivator's eyes narrowed, and he activated his protective magic artifact while loudly reminding the monk.

"Watch out, there's an ambush!"

However, before he could finish speaking, the water vapor inside the cave had already condensed into a mist under the blessing of the tidal array, completely suppressing the senses of the cultivators inside.

The next instant, the water blade talisman was activated, and countless thin, hair-like azure water lines rose into the air, weaving together to seal the entrance to the cave.

Immediately, the powerful water force guided by the tidal array condensed into a dense array of water blades in an instant.

These water blades, thin as cicada wings yet extremely sharp, slashed through the air with a mournful shriek, engulfing all the patrol officers.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Wherever the water blade passes, nothing escapes its cut.

A cultivator looked terrified and tried to use his protective magic weapon to defend himself, but the water blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, easily pierced through his defenses.

In an instant, screams of agony echoed throughout the cave.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his subordinates being torn apart by the water blades, the masked cultivator's eyes narrowed slightly. He channeled his magic power and shattered dozens of water blades coming his way with a single strike, then took out a token with his left hand.

"Give me the town!"

As the market token unleashed its power, connecting with the protective formation of the Biyuan Market, a vast force swept across the entire cave, annihilating the densely packed water blades into ashes.

(End of this chapter)