Chapter Fifteen: The Streets (Three)

  This squirrel Yuan Fu Tong has seen, on the shoulder of that Taoist who sells books. This little thing appears here, but it's following those two people from the store earlier, there must be some problem in between.

  The two men were about fifty meters away from Yuan Futong, and the squirrel was about ten or so meters behind them. Yuan Futong watched for a while, then followed far behind.

  The two men and women seemed to be going out, walking slowly along the way. The two looked very leisurely, as if the man called Rulong had told a joke to the woman, who laughed so hard that her whole body shook, swaying left and right, and even turned back to look at him.

  Yuan Futong followed behind the two people, his eyes fixed on the misty area. He took off his clothes and wrapped them together in a bundle. A fireball technique was used to burn the clothes into ashes. Using a water dragon technique, he surrounded himself with water and washed himself twice, then circulated his internal energy to dry himself off. After changing into a new set of clothes, he used all his might to employ the Introspection Technique, suppressing his spiritual power fluctuations, and ran in another direction.

  Yuan Futong had just left when the squirrel emerged from the fog and ran towards the town. It stopped for a moment at the place where Yuan Futong had just burned his clothes, looked around in confusion, and then continued to run into the town.

  Not long after, three figures appeared in the misty area outside the city. The squirrel was standing on the shoulder of a Taoist priest. Beside him were Wang Zui Gui and a middle-aged man.

  "Old Three, are you sure it's around here? I don't feel the little ghost on the fourth floor that you mentioned." The middle-aged man said as he walked.

  "Big brother, rest assured. You're not unaware of my abilities as a scent-sniffing mouse. Second brother gave him the unwitting powder, but this kid didn't even notice. When he was on my stall, he still hadn't discovered anything. One look and you can tell he's just a rookie."

  "Ah, it should be a fledgling, and its skills aren't that great either, this can be confirmed." Wang Zui Gui spoke up to help the Taoist.

  "Alright, get ready. After we exit the fog area, follow up and take him down. How's this kid's driving?" The middle-aged man was somewhat worried.

  "It should be alright, although he didn't buy anything from my stall, saying that there was no spiritual stone. But then he turned around and entered the Huichun Valley's stall, it seems like he wasn't satisfied with the things here." The Taoist explained aloud.

  "Can't you see what's in front of you? Looks like this kid doesn't want anything ordinary."

  "He must be thinking of learning alchemy. The difference between this place and the Valley of Regaining Youth lies in this. He dares to enter, which means he's not poor." Wang Zui Gui analyzed.

  "Get everything ready, and try to kill him with one strike later. Don't give him a chance to counterattack." The middle-aged man gave the order.

  Three people followed the guidance of the mouse and exited the fog area. The mouse moved its head, pointed with its small paw to a distant forest.

  The three of them hastily mounted their flying swords and flew in that direction.

  Flying over the forest, a silver light burst out of the woods and shot up into the sky. One sword sliced through the Daoist's throat. The Daoist's flying sword had no time to react before he fell to his death from the air and crashed to the ground. That fragrant mouse was also smashed to death on the ground.

  One sword in hand, the silver flying sword did not stop. Instead, it flew swiftly towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's cultivation was much higher, and his reaction was also fast, and he quickly dropped the flying sword. When the silver flying sword attacked him, he had already freed up his hands to command the flying sword to fight against the silver flying sword together. However, the quality of the silver flying sword was obviously much higher, and in an instant, it suppressed the middle-aged man's red flying sword.

  When the middle-aged Hanzi thought of asking Wang Zui Gui for help, he found that Wang Zui Gui was entangled with a yellow ring. The flying sword's power was not very strong, and the yellow ring didn't seem to be a high-quality magic weapon either. The two magic weapons were fighting evenly matched. Now Wang Zui Gui can take care of himself without any problem, but asking him for help is probably impossible.

  "Two pieces of equipment, are they a master above the ninth level? No! They're two people! Ambushed!" The middle-aged man finally saw the situation clearly and wanted to escape, but the silver flying sword's swordsmanship was fierce and its attacks were very dense. Wanting to escape wasn't feasible either.

  The middle-aged man had several powerful magical tools on him, but the silver flying sword came too suddenly, and he didn't even have a chance to switch to another tool. He could barely hold off the attack with all his might, commanding the flying sword to resist. If he were to switch tools now, he'd probably end up like Old Three before he could even make a move. Fortunately, although the person controlling the silver flying sword had a fierce swordsmanship, their cultivation was likely around the same level as his own, at the eighth layer of Qi Refining. He wouldn't be killed immediately, but the middle-aged man already knew that he had encountered a disciple from his own sect. Only disciples of the Great Gate Sect would have been taught this kind of swordsmanship and possess such high-quality flying swords.

  Now the middle-aged Hanzi already hates Lao San, this Taoist priest to death. What kind of chick is this? This is an experienced and ruthless elite of the sect! He came up and killed Lao San, who had tracking ability and was also the weakest in combat, then let his helper entangle Lao Er. And personally came to kill himself, the one with the highest cultivation. Not even leaving a chance for himself to escape.

  It must be that there was a problem over there, and the one he was chasing should have been that chick, but why did those two people intercept him? The middle-aged man couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have the chance to understand either. The silver flying sword had already broken through his defenses, slashing across his neck. Fresh blood shot up into the air, and on the severed head, the face was still filled with unwillingness.

  Wang Zui Gui saw the old man beheaded by a single sword, and his face turned pale. He put away the flying sword and took out a yellow talisman paper. His chest was hit again by the pursuing yellow ring, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his chest caved in. But this mouthful of blood was spat onto the yellow talisman paper by Wang Zui Gui, and a flash of yellow light passed, Wang Zui Gui disappeared on the spot. The second attack of the ring fell into an empty space, hitting the ground, creating a large pit.

  In the woods, Yuan Futong walked out of the store and saw that couple again. The man's name was Wang Rulong, a disciple of the Lijiang Sword Sect. He had great talent and at a young age already had an 8th layer Qi Refining cultivation. His senior in the sect was a Golden Dan expert who passed down to him a set of Water Striking Sword Techniques, which were very powerful. He also had a high-quality flying sword in hand, and among cultivators with similar cultivation levels, his combat strength was top-notch. The woman was a member of the Liu family from Lingzhou, named Liu Ruoyi. When she went out to gain experience, she met Wang Rulong and they fell deeply in love. The two began traveling together in the immortal world. Recently, she had reached a bottleneck in her cultivation, so Wang Rulong knew that there was a store called Huichun Valley, and he came to try his luck.

  He walked to the place where the middle-aged man died, picked up the Qiankun bag on the corpse and the flying sword beside it, took a glance, and put it in his arms. Smiling at the woman, he said: "If you rely on this time, you won't come in vain. The money spent in the market has been recovered all at once."

  "Like a dragon, you're so alert. I've already noticed someone following us. This is an ambush. Otherwise, I really didn't think anyone would pay attention to us in this small place."

  "Hehe, wait until you break through the seventh layer and you'll understand. After reaching the seventh layer, one's divine sense needs to be greatly enhanced, and its application becomes more flexible. In the Hundred Herb Pavilion, I saw that little guy acting like a spy, daring to follow us, yet he didn't know that I had already discovered him." The man said with some pride, boasting to his girlfriend.

  "Is that so? Then I'll have to intensify my cultivation, can't let you get too far ahead of me. Too bad that cunning little brat didn't come along, otherwise I could've settled him with a single move and achieved four-layered cultivation. Just don't know if that runaway will bring us any trouble."

  "Don't worry, there's no expert in this small place. I'm not afraid even if they come. The disciples of Lieyang Sect won't bother us with such trivial matters either. However, it seems you're not very familiar with the new artifact you just bought, otherwise that short guy wouldn't have escaped."

  "It's normal that they're not skilled at using the law yet since it's newly bought. They'll work hard in the future." Liu Ruo leaned against Wang Rudong, coquettishly.

  "Alright, you go gather up that Taoist's stuff, let's go."

  Liu Ruoyi put away the Daoist's qiankun bag and flying sword, and the two stepped onto the flying sword, flying towards the direction of Suolong Mountain.

  Yuan Futong, who had climbed to a distant mountain top, was paying close attention to the situation in this direction. Yuan Futong, who was using all his might to operate the Introspection Technique, saw that the three people chasing after him did not chase in his direction and secretly let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that his actions had indeed helped him avoid disaster, and next it would be interesting to see which one of the trio would emerge victorious. He was basically safe now.

  After a while, a silver light was seen flying far away, and the Taoist's flying sword fell down. Not long after that, Wang Rulong and Liu Ruoyi were seen riding their swords into the distance, and only then did they put their minds at ease. It seemed that this couple had emerged victorious from the battle. But it was unknown whether those three people had died or not. After waiting for a long time, no one was seen flying out of the forest. Yuan Futong held the red gourd in his hand and slowly moved forward in the direction of the forest.

  Upon arriving at the scene of the fight in the woods, the situation still shocked Yuan Futong. Seeing the Taoist priest's corpse that had been smashed beyond recognition and the middle-aged man whose head had flown off. It can be imagined how resolute the two sides were in their struggle.

  "It seems I need to practice killing a bit, otherwise in future battles my mentality might not adapt well." After walking out of the woods, Yuan Fu Tong gave himself another task.