Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Ji Lin's gaze followed the fleeing figure, and just as he was preparing to deliver a fatal blow, the shop owner rushed out from behind the counter in a panic.

"Young friend, you mustn't, you mustn't!" Although the shopkeeper wanted to stop Ji Lin from making a move, he was also wary that Ji Lin would be implicated. Therefore, he stopped about a few dozen steps away from Ji Lin and shouted loudly, "This Black Tiger is from the Invincible Sect, here to collect protection money. If something happens in my shop, I'm afraid my little place and everyone will be gone."

Ji Lin narrowed his eyes slightly upon hearing this.

Invincible Gate?

They're just a small, insignificant faction hiding in the black market.

He didn't take it seriously.

However... he didn't necessarily have to kill this person.

Ji Lin noticed a change in the shop owner's expression and began to have other plans.

"Not kill him?" Ji Lin's tone sounded somewhat effeminate to the boss, and then he softly added, "Sure."

The shop owner was immediately overjoyed.

But the sentence that followed made his heart sink again.

It was only because Ji Lin said he had to exchange it for the Golden Robe of No Interest.

Ji Lin noticed the boss's predicament and immediately said unhappily, "Looks like I'll just have to bring him to your shop and kill him..."

As he spoke, he raised the flute in his hand.

Upon seeing this, the shop owner immediately recalled the move Ji Lin had just displayed. "Young friend, please wait."

Ji Lin didn't speak, but gave the other person a look, signaling him to speak quickly.

The shop owner knew he had met his match today, so he didn't care much and quickly said, "Young friend, to be honest, I do have the silent golden robe you want, but that was before..."

"Before?" Ji Lin suddenly pointed the flute at the shop owner. "Who did you sell it to?"

"Sell to...sell to..." The shop owner's lips trembled involuntarily, and finally, under Ji Lin's increasingly sinister gaze, he closed his eyes and said, "Black Tiger."

"I just sold it to Black Tiger."

The shop owner opened his eyes after he finished speaking.

But Ji Lin was nowhere to be seen; only a lingering breeze swept straight towards the shop owner.

Ji Lin found Black Tiger in no time.

Or perhaps the other party is deliberately courting death.

"That's him." Black Tiger, accompanied by several henchmen, pointed at Ji Lin and said fiercely the moment he saw him.

Ji Lin glanced at the dozens of cultivators, finally fixing his gaze on Black Tiger. "Hand over the Breathless Golden Robe, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Black Tiger laughed heartily a few times upon hearing this, and after he had finished laughing, he looked at Ji Lin and said, "You want the Breathless Golden Robe?"

"Maybe I can take a look at your corpse after you die."

After speaking, he raised his right hand and gestured to the cultivators behind him, indicating that they should go.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people rushed aggressively towards Ji Lin.

Ji Lin raised his eyes and casually placed his gaze on a spot.

Then he held the bamboo flute horizontally to his lips.

The cultivators who rushed forward cautiously did not continue forward upon seeing this. They looked at each other for a moment, and finally realized that the other party had only played a flute.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Black Tiger said contemptuously, "Kid, you've got some manners; you even know to play a lullaby for yourself before you die."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were filled with red everywhere.

"Manjusaka?" he called out the name of these things that suddenly emerged from the ground.

Then came screams of agony.

Black Tiger watched in disbelief as these cultivators, who were already at the fifth level of Qi Refining, were instantly swallowed up by a sea of ​​flowers, their steps uncontrollably leading them backward.

"No, no..." Black Tiger stammered, but his mind was a complete mess. He felt he had to say something. Otherwise, these damned flowers would devour him instantly.

Suddenly, Black Tiger remembered something, "The Golden Robe of No Breath".

He took out the golden robe without a trace of life from his storage bag, held it to his chest as if grasping at a lifeline, and looked at Ji Lin with hopeful eyes, saying, "You want it, don't you? As long as you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Lin's flute playing changed.

A sea of ​​red flowers surged wildly toward Black Tiger.

A moment later, the street corner returned to silence.

Ji Lin looked at the silent golden robe in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

With a wave of his hand, he put it into his storage bag, then turned around and walked forward.

They walked further and further away from the pools of blood behind them.