I became the Open Source Saint Ancestor in the Cultivation World

"Young Master Xue, don't blame me for not reminding you, killing a disciple of the Ziyang Sect is an extremely serious matter. Even though I am just an outer disciple, it's not something outsiders can do casually."

"Otherwise, even Senior Brother Xue can't protect you. So I advise you to give up this unrealistic idea and not make a mistake for yourself."

In front of everyone, Ma Ke solemnly and righteously offered his advice.

Song Tao, who was consumed by rage, was startled and quickly looked at Xue Wenshao.

At this moment, Xue Wenshao's eyes were blazing with fury. He stopped pretending and roared, "Men, seize him!"

"Young Master Xue, calm down..." Song Tao was extremely anxious. He had originally planned to act quietly, but now he was doing it openly. If this got back to the Ziyang Sect, things would really get complicated.

Xue Wenshao has someone protecting him, so he might not be in any serious trouble, but for an outer disciple like myself with no background, the consequences are truly unpredictable.

"Calm down, you son of a bitch! What are you all standing there for? Get them!" Xue Wenshao yelled.

Without further hesitation, the group of martial arts masters under his command rushed towards Ma Ke.

"Are you really going to betray us too?" Seeing that Song Tao remained unmoved, Xue Wenshao's bloodthirsty gaze swept over him.

Song Tao quickly calculated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and pounced forward as well.

Because Xue Wenzhou is someone he simply cannot afford to offend, but there is still a chance that the Xue family can cover up today's incident.

Once he decided to take action, he showed no mercy, which suggests that he was somewhat driven by personal grudges.

Ma Ke was immediately shocked: "Xue Wenshao and Song Tao, how dare you two slaughter disciples of the Ziyang Sect! You are truly audacious!"

"If the Ziyang Sect finds out, they will not let you off easily. Stop now!"

"Now you're scared? Too late. You're just a piece of trash from the outer sect, who cares if you live or die? Quick, all of you come here and surround and kill this thief!" Xue Wenshao finally erupted.

Soon, Ma Ke was at a disadvantage and even took a blow to his left arm.

Suddenly, instead of retreating, he advanced and shouted, "Even if I die, I will drag you down with me and let you taste my poisonous mist!"

With that, he flicked his hand, and several porcelain bottles flew out in all directions.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The porcelain bottle exploded, immediately spewing out clouds of black mist. Many people were affected, and some even inhaled it into their mouths and noses.

"Haha, it won't be long before you're all covered in festering sores, your bodies turning into pools of blood, dying in agony," Ma Ke laughed wildly.

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked and panicked.

Even Song Tao's expression changed slightly, and he retreated rapidly. Cultivators naturally have many methods, and no one could be sure what Ma Ke might be relying on. This was probably why he was so fearless.

Fortunately, he managed to dispel the black mist in time and was not contaminated.

Just then, Ma Ke raised his hand and threw a porcelain bottle in each of two directions.

"This is the antidote. There are only ten pills left. If you want to live, grab them quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, people rushed towards the porcelain bottle, after all, not many people would really be willing to die for their cause.

With someone taking the lead, others naturally won't want to fall behind.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Ke quickly broke out of the encirclement.

"Stop him! Stop him! Whoever captures this thief will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver!" Xue Wenshao shouted angrily.

But not many people responded, because you have to be alive to spend money in addition to earning it.

Seeing Ma Ke shake off the few pursuers and rush out of the manor, Xue Wenshao yelled, "Song Tao..."

Song Tao was startled, and his mind went blank. With Ma Ke's shrewdness, why would he shout before releasing the poison mist? Wouldn't that make people wary?

Looking at the people who had been infected, he saw that they didn't seem to have any problems. He immediately went up to one of them and used a finger to dab some black powder on him.

"You've all been fooled by him. This isn't poisonous fog at all; it's just charcoal powder."

"What? Charcoal powder?" The people who were fighting fiercely looked on in disbelief.

One of them had just put a stolen antidote into his mouth when he spat it out with a "pfft": "What antidote? This is a mud pill."

"What? Mud pills?" The other person immediately squeezed the antidote in his hand, and mud fragments fell off. It really was a mud pill.

"How could a dignified cultivator be so shameless?" Everyone looked incredulous, because even martial arts practitioners would generally disdain such despicable methods.

"A bunch of idiots, get on the chase!" Xue Wenshao roared.

Song Tao rushed out first, and the others quickly followed.

But after dark, the group returned dejectedly.

"Where is he?" Xue Wenshao's bloodthirsty gaze swept over.

No one dared to respond, but the meaning was already quite clear.

"Useless, useless, utterly useless..." Xue Wenshao howled madly, because this was an even greater sense of defeat than that night, and it was caused by the same person.

But what can he do now that it's already happened? He can only try his best to make amends.

The only solution was to send a message to his elder brother, Xue Wenzhou, and ask him to clean up the mess.

The reason Ma Ke went to so much trouble to force Xue Wenshao to make a move ahead of time was naturally to avoid revealing his own cultivation level.

Because once they are fully prepared before making their move, they will definitely be able to take down someone at the second level of Qi Refining. If I want to escape, I will have to show even greater strength.

However, this could attract the attention of the sect.

Of course, he could also kill everyone in the manor, but since he came out with them, only one of them would survive, and he would be suspected as well.

Therefore, by openly and legitimately getting rid of Xue Wenshao and his gang and creating an alibi, it would be easier for him to act in secret.

However, he did not return to his sect at all. Instead, he disguised himself and sneaked back to Jiaozhou City, where he found a courtyard to stay in just across the street from the Xue residence.

After receiving his brother's urgent message, Xue Wenzhou did not ask too many questions and quickly left the sect to lie in ambush on Ma Ke's inevitable route.

Since he's just an outer disciple, the sect won't pursue the matter too much unless they find irrefutable evidence.

He waited there for a month, but Ma Ke never appeared.

He immediately realized that Ma Ke might have taken a detour back to his clan, so he rushed back, only to find that Ma Ke had not returned at all.

Left with no other choice, he instructed Lü Xiu to keep Ma Ke in check once he returned to the clan, and then immediately send someone to inform him.

In the inn where Ma Ke first stayed when he entered Jiaozhou City, a man and a woman were sitting by the window drinking together.

"Alas, Brother Feng is indeed no longer here. I forgot to ask him where he lived when I went up, otherwise I could have had another good drink with him."

It turned out that the two people were none other than Duan Feng and Zhu Wanqing, who had returned after participating in the martial arts tournament.

"Since we've only just met, Brother Feng, it might be inconvenient for you. Otherwise, he would have told you where you were when you told him."

Duan Feng thought about it and agreed. He wondered if they would ever meet again. After all, it was not easy to find someone with the same temperament.

Moreover, Brother Feng spent a lot of money last time, and he has just earned a sum of money from participating in the martial arts conference this time. Also, since the matter in Luzhou is settled and he doesn't need to go there anymore, he thought he would like to return the favor by visiting Jiaozhou again.

After inquiring for two days, we still couldn't find Brother Feng's whereabouts.

Just then, Zhu Wanqing turned her gaze away from the window, frowned, put down her wine glass, and snorted coldly.