Pill Saint, Weapon Emperor, Array God, Unparalleled in the World

He first peeled off the first note—"Get out."

Then the second note was revealed—an egg.

Two words.

Fuck off!

As Yu Cheng clutched the two slips of paper, the flesh on his face trembled several times.

He felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe, which made his eyes turn red.

As a dignified inner sect elder of the Martial Green Sect and a Foundation Establishment Level 5 expert, he was treated with utmost respect and deference wherever he went.

At this moment, two corpses were thrown down from the sky, accompanied by the words "Get lost"?

This guy doesn't even treat him like a human being!

The angrier he got, the colder the sweat on his back became.

How did that kid know they were hiding here?

He clearly didn't send anyone to follow him. Before settling down, he deliberately took three detours, avoiding several main roads. Even a stray dog ​​couldn't keep up with his trail.

But they not only knew where he was hiding, they also knew exactly where to place his disciple's corpse in front of him.

What kind of method is this?

You Cheng looked up at the sky, but there was nothing there.

But he always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him from somewhere unseen, seeing his every move clearly.

He suddenly remembered Luo Chen, and how he looked when he was talking to him in the courtyard.

Calm, resolute, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, like a cat observing a mouse that can't escape.

You Yicheng shuddered violently, crumpled the paper into a ball, and shattered it.

All four disciples looked at him, but none of them said a word.

But the expressions on those faces clearly said three words: What to do?

Finally, one of the female disciples couldn't hold back any longer. Her voice was trembling with tears as she gripped her injured arm and took a half-step back.

"Master...does that brat know we're here? Will he come to kill us?"

Another male disciple quickly followed suit, his voice trembling.

"Yes, Master! Let's leave quickly before he arrives! We can't stay here any longer!"

You Yicheng closed his eyes briefly and exhaled a long breath.

He had lived for over sixty years and had never been so humiliated.

But losing face is better than losing your life.

"good......"

His voice was hoarse. "Let's go back to the sect."

He glanced at the disciples and his lips twitched involuntarily.

The arms of the two female disciples were deformed from being smashed, hanging limply at their sides, their faces as white as paper.

The two male disciples were in an even worse state; their legs were broken, and they grimaced as soon as they touched the ground.

You Yicheng cursed inwardly, "What a mess!"

There were seven of them when they came, but only five of them returned, and all of them were injured.

He weighed the options briefly, then pointed at the two female disciples.

"Both of your arms are broken, so I'll carry you and keep you from slowing us down."

After saying that, he picked up the two female disciples, one in each hand, and turned to walk down the mountain.

"Master..."

The two female disciples exclaimed with delight.

The two male disciples stood frozen in place, unable to believe that this was the work of their master.

Their faces contorted into incredibly vivid colors.

A male disciple with a broken leg gritted his teeth, watching You Yicheng carry two female disciples further and further away. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally couldn't hold back and let out a low growl.

"Fuck your ancestors..."

The other one clenched his fist, his facial muscles twitching several times.

He dared not utter the curses aloud, but in his heart he had already cursed You Weicheng and his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Are you fucking blind?

We two with broken legs are the ones who can't walk!

You ran off with two men with broken arms, leaving us two cripples to climb the mountains?

What kind of damn master is this?

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with the same frustration and anger.

But no one dared to shout it out.

They knew You Cheng all too well; he was vengeful and held grudges.

Try swearing at me, and you'll be dead in the next second.

The two male disciples gritted their teeth, linked arms, and helped each other as they limped down the mountain.

Luo Chen withdrew his thoughts, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He watched the whole scene from beginning to end in the Burial Pavilion. When he saw You Yicheng carrying two female disciples away and leaving the male disciple with the broken leg to crawl on his own, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.

This isn't a master! This is just a shameless old bastard.

The Iron-feathered Vulture flew back from outside the city and landed in the courtyard with its wings folded.

It tilted its head and looked at Luo Chen, letting out a low croak.

Luo Chen took out five Spirit-Nourishing Pills from his storage bag and handed them to Cang Jiu.

"Old Eagle, take this for your cultivation."

The moment the Iron-feathered Vulture smelled the fragrance of the elixir, its golden eyes suddenly lit up.

The fragrance was just like the healing pill from before, rich and intense. As soon as it entered my nose, a warm current flowed down my trachea, making me feel warm and cozy. It was more effective than breathing in the spiritual energy of Spirit Wind Valley all day long.

It opened its mouth and swallowed all five Spirit-Nourishing Pills.

With a cry, it spread its wings and soared into the sky, flying out of the city, but its heart was not at peace.

That healing pill was of the highest quality, and this spirit-nourishing pill was also of the highest quality.

In places like the Northern Region where spiritual energy is scarce, let alone buying it, you might not even have seen it before.

This master is not highly skilled, but all the items he sells are top-quality.

Any one of these is worth more than the harvest it would have gained after six months of arduous cultivation.

Back when he rode on its back in Lingfeng Valley, it felt quite resentful.

Looking back now, I realize that my choice back then was definitely the right one.

If he had stubbornly refused, he might have already died in that old forest.

The Iron-feathered Vulture cried out joyfully again, flapping its wings even more fiercely, and flew towards a mountain valley outside the city where the spiritual energy was slightly denser.

In the courtyard, Zhao Meng and Fang Hai returned from outside with a team of guards.

The group of people looked travel-worn, clearly having rushed back.

As soon as Zhao Meng entered the courtyard, he saw the two corpses of the guards on the ground.

His steps abruptly halted, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

"Master! What... what's going on? Who dares to bully us like this?"

Fang Hai rushed to Luo Chen in a few steps, clenching his fists and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Master, tell me! Who is it?! I'll take my brothers and fight them to the death!"

Luo Chen raised his hand to suppress their excitement.

"The people from Wu Qingzong have already been sent away. Give these two brothers a proper burial, according to custom, with full respect."

He took out a storage bag and handed it over.

"Here are 100,000 spirit stones, 50,000 for each family. You should personally deliver them to their families."

Zhao Meng's hands trembled as he took the storage bag, and his lips quivered several times.

Fifty thousand spirit stones?

A gatekeeper could work his whole life and still not earn this much money.

The head of the family not only avenged them, but also left such a large sum of money as a resettlement allowance for the family.

Fang Hai knelt down with a thud, and the guards beside him also knelt down in unison.

Zhao Meng bent his knees and knelt down as well.

He looked up at Luo Chen, his eyes red-rimmed and his voice choked.

"Master! We serve you with our lives, even at the cost of our own. Yet you treat us so kindly, we..."

He couldn't continue, so he bowed his head and banged it heavily.

Luo Chen glanced at them, his voice low but carrying weight.

"Get up! Since you have followed me, Luo Chen, you are members of the Luo family. The people of the Luo family cannot die in vain, nor can we let your deaths be meaningless."

He took two steps forward and stood before them with his hands behind his back.

"From today onwards, each of you will begin cultivating. I have prepared cultivation techniques and spirit stones for you. There can be no weak members of the Luo family."

An ordinary guard suddenly raised his head, his eyes almost burning with intensity.

"Master... Master... you said we should also... also cultivate?"

He thought he had misheard.