Chapter Seven: Unrest at Night

  The middle-aged man saw Chen Taizhong motionless, first stunned, then reacted and added a sentence, "I'll give you the processing fee for the two Ling... using your materials."

  Chen Taizhong also meant that he could help people, but only if he was willing to do so. For those who came up with a pretentious attitude, he really didn't take them seriously, even if they were just second-level wandering immortals.

  Of course, if the other party is willing to pay, that's a different story. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "No need for money, just give me a cup of wine from your gourd."

  Brother isn't making a living by selling his skills, he just likes your wine.

  "You've got a good eye for it, this wine is worth at least five ling per cup," the middle-aged man smiled and nodded, "Alright."

  Chen Taizhong quickly got to work, and in less than ten minutes, he had sliced dozens of kilograms of horse meat from the horse's legs, threaded them onto strings, applied a comprehensive barbecue seasoning brought from Earth, and hung the iron skewers over the fire.

  He spent twenty minutes grilling the meat and took the wine handed over by the middle-aged man.

  "Smells great," a voice of admiration came from the darkness, and two men and one woman appeared not far away. One of them, a round-faced guy, smiled and greeted, "In the wilderness, whoever sees it gets a share... You two won't mind, will you?"

  This person is slightly chubby, with a smile that can be scooped up, somewhat like a traveling businessman.

  Chen Taizhong noticed that the woman was staring at the middle-aged man's storage bag, with a hint of fervent light in her eyes.

  "Two spirits for one string," the middle-aged man replied lazily. "Giving it away for free is impossible, the horned horse is a third-grade wild beast."

  "We're all out here to make a living, brother. You're being quite greedy with the money, it's not very suitable," another man spoke up, then took a step forward and said menacingly, "You'd better know your place."

  "Heh," the middle-aged man chuckled and turned to look at the young man beside him, asking with interest, "Young fellow, do you think I should just give it to them for free?"

  "That horse meat is yours, what does it have to do with me? Chen Taizhong was puzzled as to why he had been dragged into this, but after thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't help but remind him, 'Hand over your storage bag and nothing will happen.'"

  These three eating at a buffet is just the beginning. As soon as middle-aged people show a bit of weakness, their storage bags will be next to go.

  Not to mention what's inside the storage bag, just the storage bag itself is a high-end thing, fourth or fifth-level cultivators don't have one and are already gone.

  "Oh," the middle-aged man nodded and looked at the three of them, seemingly smiling as he asked, "Next, are you planning to rob me of my storage bag?"

  "How could we possibly fight?" The slightly chubby guy let out a dry laugh.

  Then he composed himself, coughed lightly and said, "We were chasing a level 4 variant wind snake two days ago, but it was snatched away by someone who took advantage of the chaos. That person's build is about the same as yours... You'd better let us check your storage bag."

  This is getting out of hand, asking for food in the wilderness isn't too much to ask, but checking someone's storage bag is a bit too much, it's equivalent to searching someone without reason.

  If a middle-aged person can accept such humiliation, what he will face next must be the loss of this storage bag.

  "Hey," the middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, a faint sense of desolation floating on his face.

  After a long while, he finally spoke up, "You two leave your luggage behind. That woman... strip naked and get out."

  "What did you say?" The woman suddenly shrieked.

  "Hmm?" The middle-aged man hummed, and a burst of oppressive aura suddenly spread out, vast and overwhelming, bringing an endless sense of suffocation.

  "Hiss," those three were also connoisseurs, and they instantly inhaled a breath of cold air - this was at least a seventh-level Youxian, a high-ranking Youxian.

  It was still that fatty who reacted quickly, his legs softened and he knelt down, "Sir, we have eyes but no pearls, offending you, I am from the Qing Shi Zhou family, please look at our ancestors' share..."

  "Don't drag your family into this to intimidate me, I didn't want to kill anyone," the middle-aged man sneered, "but if you don't listen, I might really kill someone. You have three breaths to consider."

  "Has the Zhou family offended you in any way?" The fatty wouldn't give up and still wanted to drag the grudge onto the whole family.

  "You guys can rob others, but I'm not allowed to rob you?" The middle-aged man sipped a glass of fine wine, slowly chewing on the roasted meat on his skewer. "I'm a straightforward person, if I say I'll rob, I'll rob, unlike you who still need to find an excuse... It's like having done something and then putting up a signboard."

  Under the pressure of the high-ranking Youxian, the three people had to drop two storage bags, and the woman also took off her outer tunic, leaving only a close-fitting undergarment. Taking advantage of the night, they fled in disarray.

  Not bad... Chen Taizhong looked at the departing woman without any disguise.

  A middle-aged man threw a storage bag at him, laughing and saying, "It's delivered right to your doorstep, whoever sees it gets a share."

  "No pay without work," Chen Taizhong tossed the pouch back, "What I need, I will naturally earn with my own two hands."

  "It's fate that we meet," the middle-aged man chuckled, then lowered his voice and said, "That Susano-o amulet of yours... isn't it inconvenient to use at any time?"

  "Huh?" Chen Taizhong was startled at once. He really hadn't expected the other party to recognize this thing, so he furrowed his brow and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

  "It doesn't matter," the man replied with a slight curl of his lip, "If I wanted to snatch your Suzumiya ring, do you think you could stop me?"

  "You can try," Chen Taizhong replied faintly, furrowing his brow.

  "Why should I give in? You haven't offended me," the middle-aged man said with a wave of his hand, looking rather disdainful. "I've never bullied anyone... even when you immortals come to my place asking for food, I give you spirit stones."

  "Am I second-rate now?" Chen Taizhong muttered discontentedly, but thinking about it, when facing such a strong opponent, there's really no difference between first-rate and second-rate.

  It wasn't until then that he thought of a question, "What level are you?"

  "The ninth level peak is stuck, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't break through to the Spiritual Immortal realm," the middle-aged man replied with a sigh.

  It wasn't until much later that Chen Taizhong learned that in the immortal realm, asking someone about their cultivation level was a rather taboo topic, similar to asking how much money someone could earn on Earth - if you didn't have a close relationship with them, it was considered impolite.

  But at this time, he was still unclear, so he made a strange noise, "You Xian Jiujie Chong Lingxian... Can't get the support of the family?"

  The rules of the immortal world are that once a spiritual immortal has the qualifications to form an immortal family, like a middle-aged person at the ninth level peak, the family will definitely cultivate with great effort. Once they break through to spiritual immortal, there will be one more top-notch fighter.

  "I am a loose cultivator," the middle-aged man replied calmly, looking at him again. "The hardships of being a loose cultivator, you young masters from aristocratic families wouldn't know."

  "I'm not a noble's son," Chen Taizhong couldn't help but protest - if he were a noble's son, would he have to come out and do tasks, and be bullied by everyone?

  "You're only a second-level cultivator at your age, you can't possibly be a sect disciple," the middle-aged man said with another glance.

  "I'm also a loose cultivator, I just flew up a few days ago," Chen Taizhong took out his own jade card and shook it.

  "Oh?" The middle-aged man took a glance at the jade plaque and then casually swept his eyes over the Su Mei ring on his hand.

  Chen Taizhong raised his wine cup and took a sip, casting him a sidelong glance without saying more.

  "Hey, I've actually had a greedy thought," the middle-aged man chuckled and shook his head, "It's really not right... But I'm very curious, do you really think you can keep the Somi Ring safe in front of me?"

  "I don't recommend you try," Chen Taizhong replied very seriously, "but there are nuclear bombs in the Xumi Key."

  The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time, and then nodded slightly, "Also, the people of the lower realm are not necessarily to be deceived. The lower realm has stirred up the wind and yellow realm, turning the sky upside down, not just once or twice... You have an extremely rare airway gong method, you must have your own origin."

  "Can the mortal realm disrupt the immortal realm?" Chen Taizhong had never heard of such a thing before.

  "You'll know in the future," said the middle-aged man, not wanting to say more about this matter, but only giving him a profound look, "The world is full of wonders... you also have your own trump card, don't you?"

  Chen Taizhong was stunned for a moment, then began to consider - should he ask about something on Earth?

  If I can find some immortals who have ascended from the earth, then I will be considered to have a backing.

  He was hesitating, when the middle-aged man stood up, waved his hand, and put the unfinished horse meat into a storage bag. He turned around and left with a smile, "Wandering cultivation is too bitter, little friend, if you have a way, it's better to find a way to enter the system."

  What can I do? Chen Taizhong helplessly curled his lips, picked up the storage bag on the ground, and came to that clump of "artificial grass", sitting quietly.

  By the time it was dawn, he finally inserted his divine sense into the storage bag and found that there was a piece of middle-grade spirit stone inside, more than twenty pieces of low-grade spirit stones, several bottles of elixirs, a long sword and a long knife.

  The rest are just a few pieces of clothing and some daily necessities like pots and pans.

  Murder and arson aren't necessarily golden belts either, Chen Taizhong sneered.

  When he was on earth, he didn't have much contact with people, and no one discussed cultivating immortality with him. He did read some fantasy novels, where it said that killing people and robbing their storage bags was like robbing a mountain of gold, you could get whatever you wanted.

  It's better to have no books than to believe them blindly. He gathered his thoughts and said he wanted to take a look at whether the big fish in the water yesterday had gone or not, and whether he could catch two more fish. Suddenly, he felt that all around him was eerily quiet.

  It seems like something is off. He carefully sensed the location of Iron Armor Tiger and another person, but there was not a single hint of their presence revealed. This doesn't feel right.

  He was sensitive to the changes in the air, and yesterday he could feel the presence of both sides - although the breath was very weak, it always made him feel unusual.

  At this moment today, he really didn't feel it anymore, which means things have changed.

  He couldn't help but secretly raise his guard - in this desolate wilderness, he was just a minor second-level cultivator.

  Before long, a rustling sound came from afar. Peering through the grass, he was overjoyed to see that it was a Pronghorn!

  Eight deer walked over leisurely, a stag, three does, two half-grown fawns and two small ones, apparently a family.

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