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"Brother Song, give it to me!"

Zhang Tao's obese body clung tightly to Song Yu, like a bear rubbing against a tree.

Upon arriving at the market exit, Jiang Yu and his companion were shocked by what they saw.

They never expected that Zhang Tao would be so persistent for a piece of monster meat; it was truly admirable.

However, this appearance was really inappropriate.

The cultivators who were about to leave the market stopped in their tracks, their faces showing smirks, ready to watch the show.

Jiang Yu couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward to advise:

"Brother Song, please share some with Fellow Daoist Zhang. I'll bring you an even better portion next time we meet!"

Song Yu was already annoyed to the extreme. Seeing Jiang Yu's advice, he sighed and took the opportunity to back down.

"For your sake, young man, I'll give you half."

Having achieved his goal, Zhang Tao immediately returned to normal, and he didn't forget to say to Jiang Yu:

"If you manage to get any more good monster meat, you have to save me a portion... no, two portions!"

Jiang Yu smiled and extended his hand:

"Okay, it's a deal!"

"It's a deal!" Zhang Tao clapped his hands, paused slightly, and a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

With no good show to watch, the crowd dispersed.

After Jiang Yu and Zhao Lei bid farewell again, they drove away in their carriage.

Recalling Zhang Tao's words, Song Yu was so angry he laughed, and couldn't help but curse:

"You're really insatiable!"

You're wrong!

Zhang Tao shook his head.

Seeing that most of the passersby had left, he opened his fist, revealing a crumpled piece of paper.

"?"

Song Yu's eyes showed a strange expression.

The two opened it and immediately revealed a mysterious smile:

"I see!"

……

Ten miles outside the county town, in a wooded area, on the left is a main road.

Jiang Yu drove the carriage at high speed all by himself.

Under his arrangement, Zhao Lei drove the carriage at high speed along the main road on the right.

This is a fork in the road; the two agreed to meet at the exit.

On a treetop in the distance, four or five figures stood atop the canopy, observing the scene.

The triangular-eyed leader in the middle is Fan Wu, the infamous "Poisonous Snake" who robs cultivators in Qingming Market.

This group of people specializes in robbing rogue cultivators who have little power or influence.

Furthermore, they are cruel and enjoy torturing and killing their victims.

Fan Wu blinked his triangular eyes, watching Jiang Yu speed away in his car, as if he were looking at prey that was about to be caught.

He flicked his long whip, wrapping it around Fan Chizi's neck, his Adam's apple bobbing unnaturally.

"Cousin, you should know what the consequences of lying to me will be, right?"

Fan Chizi trembled, but dared not move.

Although Fan Wu was his cousin, he would never have taken the initiative to see him if it weren't for wanting to get revenge on Jiang Yu.

Because this person is ruthless and heartless.

In the struggle for cultivation resources, he even strangled his own brother, let alone his distant cousin.

He also knew that the magical artifact that bound his neck was called the "Hundred-Legged Rope".

Made from the legs of hundreds of poisonous centipedes, it can cause a person to die from rotting flesh if their skin is even slightly scratched.

But the thought of the humiliation Jiang Yu brought him shattered his cherished dream.

This extreme despair emboldened him, and he pointed at his enemy on the carriage, his eyes blazing with fury:

"Cousin, I'm absolutely not lying to you. I saw him buy materials worth hundreds of low-grade spirit stones at Xuanfuzhai with my own eyes."

The deputy manager of Xuanfuzhai also took him on as an unofficial member and provided him with several months' worth of materials in advance.

"It's worth at least five hundred low-grade spirit stones in total!"

In order to persuade Fan Wu to help him take revenge on Jiang Yu, Fan Chizi deliberately exaggerated what he considered to be an astronomical figure.

Fan Wu lowered his gaze, his sharp, triangular eyes narrowing into slits.

"He's carrying such a huge amount of spirit stones, could he be a disciple of some major sect?"

As a cultivator who has undergone tribulation, he has his own way of surviving.

The most important ironclad rule is to only rob rogue cultivators who have no power.

They dared not provoke the disciples of those slightly larger sects.

Fan Chizi shook his head like a rattle-drum:

"How could that be! He's just a lucky kid who got lucky out of nowhere, what kind of powerful backer could he possibly have?"

"My opportunity was ruined by this guy! Otherwise, I could have repaired the broken seal script and become the last disciple of the Xuanfu Zhai manager immediately."

Fan Chizi's gaze was burning, but he was still deceiving himself.

"Any independent cultivator will do!"

Fan Wu's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with contempt.

Fan Chizi's deeds have become a laughing stock in the market.

Having such relatives is simply a disgrace to the Fan family.

He squinted, pondering whether he should take care of Fan the Fool as well.

……

In the bushes on the other side.

A burly, shirtless man with clearly defined muscles held a blue soft armor in his hand, his eyes filled with joy.

This person is "Pi Si," another group of robber cultivators entrenched in Qingmingfang.

Pi Si had a grotesque scar above his left eye and spoke with a slight stutter. He stared at the large-headed cultivator in front of him and said:

"Brother, this armor is truly magnificent, it suits my physique perfectly. Thank you so much for giving it to me!"

The big-headed cultivator covered his body, which was only covered by shorts, and a hint of unease flashed in his eyes.

You clearly stole it by force.

But now he needs Pi Si's help, and when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

Despite his reluctance, he praised:

"That's right, this is a mid-grade magic weapon passed down in my family. It can defend against a fatal blow from a late-stage Qi Refining Body Cultivator."

"It was this thing that allowed me to escape from the law enforcement team."

Pi Si's eyes widened, and he draped the blue soft armor over his body:

"This is mine now, mine!"

"If you dare utter another single word, it's yours, and I'll smash your teeth to pieces!"

The big-headed cultivator looked embarrassed and nodded obsequiously.

He then pointed to Zhao Lei on the carriage:

"My current miserable state is all because of those two. I beg Master Pi to help me avenge myself!"

Pi Si's face remained expressionless:

"What...what does this have to do with me?"

The big-headed cultivator's expression changed, and he cursed inwardly.

A hungry wolf that only eats and never vomits.

But he still wore a fawning smile:

"Master Pi, I still have a family heirloom in that kid's companion's hands!"

"He just sold a Qi Refining Level 3 demon beast in the market, and he has at least two hundred low-grade spirit stones on him."

Pi Si's eyes lit up upon hearing this:

"That's more like it!"

One of Pi Si's men asked in confusion:

"Boss, they're carrying such a huge sum of money, shouldn't they leave quickly? Why are they splitting up? Could it be a trap?"

Pi Si snorted coldly and said confidently:

Because they're stupid!

Thinking that splitting up would be safer, the woods were actually like the opening of a bag; no matter which way you went, you had to meet at the exit.

"Let them go around, we'll take the shortcut to the exit and ambush them, catching them like fish in a jar!"

Pi Si's eyes were full of confidence.

In this area, no one knows the surrounding terrain better than these life-risking cultivators.

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