Chapter 105: Different Inside and Outside, Unclear Words

  "Perhaps the barrier between the two realms will ultimately shatter, and it has a great deal to do with these billions of Qi cultivators." Thinking of this, Wang Guang shook his head and drove out all sorts of miscellaneous thoughts. He didn't go to any taverns, but instead ate and drank a big meal at a small stall.

  After eating and drinking a meal, he continued to play in the city for a few laps, carefully observing the customs different from Qingfeng Mountain Range, before setting off again.

  Bao Guang rolled up his sleeves and rushed out, King Guang was thinking about how to catch up with the escaped Luo family's Qi Gong master as soon as possible, and didn't pay much attention to things around him.

  But as he left the city, no more than a hundred miles away, and still hundreds of miles away from the next city, he suddenly felt a faint killing intent creeping up on him from behind. Sensing this, Wang Guang was furious beyond measure.

  "Boundless Heaven's Respect! What does it matter if fellow daoists are dissatisfied with me? Now that the surroundings are empty, why not come out and have a good discussion here?" Wang Guang suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and loudly bellowed.

  This roar of anger caused the passing practitioners around to be somewhat astonished, with some onlookers stopping in their tracks and staring at Wang Guang with a strange expression, waiting for the scene that had played out countless times before to unfold.

  With a loud roar, seeing the cultivators around him ignoring him, Wang Guang suddenly burst out laughing. "Little guys, what do you want to do by following me? Why are you carrying killing intent towards me?" He pointed at two young cultivators behind him and said: "Could it be that I have a vendetta against your father or stole your wife?"

  "Halt! You, a Taoist, how dare you speak like this? Do you know who we are? We are the Liefeng Sect's Qi-refining warriors. In the past, it was always us who pointed out others' mistakes, when have we ever been lectured by someone else?" One of the Qi-refining warriors stood on a stone pedestal, scowling at Wang Guangdao with an unpleasant expression: "Although we don't have any deep-seated grudges like killing our fathers or stealing our wives, you've snatched away our treasured artifact. Do you think this counts as a feud?"

  As soon as he heard this, Wang Guang suddenly felt a headache. "That Heavenly Venerable Wú Liàng, it seems that today I've encountered someone with brain problems."

  "Leave quickly, don't linger here and waste my time. I don't have the patience to bother with you two. Don't think about seeking trouble from me again, or following me for even half a mile, or else I'll kill you without batting an eye." Wang Guang let out a cold snort, too lazy to pay attention to those two so-called Liefeng Sect Qi-refining disciples, and turned to leave.

  "You're a wicked Daoist, not only did you rob us of our treasure, but you also don't allow us to leave, and you won't even let us express our dissatisfaction. Do you think this road belongs to you alone? Do you think you're the only Dan Master?" Another young Qi cultivator sneered repeatedly, his face twisted in a fierce expression. He suddenly flung out his hand and pulled out a treasure pagoda, which shone with golden light, its restrictive aura flowing and roaming, displaying the immense power of this treasure.

  Hearing this, Wang Guang suddenly understood a lot. "Heh heh! So you just want to rob me of my treasure? You have good eyesight, my Red Copper Sand is refined from 10 million red copper and tempered for 99 days and 81 days, when unleashed it will create a sea of flames, grinding everything into dust, even if you have an iron body it can be ground into powder. If you want to rob me of my treasure, you'll need to exchange something for it, if you're willing to make the exchange, I won't mind giving it to you."

  "You demon path, stop spouting nonsense! Don't use your words to deceive others into thinking that this treasure is yours. Do you think that just because the treasure was snatched from our hands and fell into yours three to five days ago, it's now yours? Quickly hand over the treasure, don't make me and my fellow brothers angry and teach you a lesson!" A fierce wind sect cultivator shouted in a strange and eerie tone.

  The cultivators passing by the side looked at the excitement, and after hearing this, some of them frowned slightly with dissatisfaction in their hearts. Some had a face full of contempt but didn't speak, however most of them were gloating, all with faces that seemed to be watching a show, looking at how Wang Guang would deal with the situation in front of him.

  To know that Lie Feng Zong is also considered a major sect in the city, with thousands of Qi practitioners who are ruthless and good at turning right and wrong upside down. Their way of making a living is to find outsiders and rob them of their treasures and wealth, thereby maintaining the operation of the sect and their own cultivation.

  "Haha! Both of us are too stubborn, you want my treasure, but I don't want to give it to you. So there's only one way to solve this, and that's for me to get rid of you all!" Wang Guang smiled and pulled out the Wan Gui Long Fan from his Hundred Treasures Pouch, shaking it back and forth.

  Only a gust of dark wind and evil spirit rose from the flat ground, and a vast amount of black smoke rushed into the sky, covering the sky in an instant. In a twinkling, the surrounding area within seven or eight miles suddenly became dark.

  The cultivators watching from the side didn't pay much attention at first when Wang Guang pulled out the black banner, but as soon as they saw it clearly, they felt a chill run down their spines. They had seen cruel and twisted things before, but never anything like Wang Guang's cruelty. The banner swayed back and forth, with an old woman's body embedded in its surface, black smoke billowing out of her mouth and nose. A dark glow wandered over the limbless old woman's body, causing her to wail and scream in agony, one moment cursing wildly, the next begging pitifully.

  Those two practitioners of the Liefeng Sect saw the long banner in Wang Guang's hand and were shocked, but they had walked the path of robbery and murder for a long time and had used many cruel methods, so they didn't waver.

  "The humble way is lacking in a large amount of yin soul evil energy, why don't the two fellow Taoists help me to further enhance the power of this treasure?" As he spoke, Wang Guang let out a sinister laugh, and without even using his dark thunder, nor did he use his One Breath Great Capture technique. He simply shook the long banner in his hand, and a black light shot out from the surface of the banner, coming out of the old woman's mouth.

  This black light was about the thickness of a thumb, and the length of chopsticks. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the cultivator who held the golden pagoda. This cultivator was not one of those ordinary cultivators who had never truly fought before. Seeing Wang Guang's attack as fast as lightning, he didn't have time to use other techniques and directly spat out a mouthful of magic power onto the golden pagoda in his hand.

  The golden pagoda gained the support of the Dharma, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to the top of its master's head. Boundless golden light scattered from the treasure pagoda, protecting his entire body. Waves of Buddha's chanting were transmitted from within the treasure pagoda.

  The cultivators surrounding the scene saw the golden pagoda and each of them felt envious, knowing that the treasure's defensive power was extremely strong, ordinary low-grade treasures couldn't harm it in the slightest. Looking again at another Lihuo Sect cultivator's footwork, they saw the inkstone under his feet suddenly swell to over a dozen zhang in size, resembling a small mountain as it fiercely smashed towards Wang Guang's head.

  "One main offense, one main defense, this combination is indeed clever. If there were also cultivators of Buddhist or recovery-type techniques with them, even if there were more than ten cultivators with similar abilities, they would not be able to harm them in the slightest." A spectator couldn't help but feel both admiration and jealousy, constantly regretting that he had entered the wrong sect back then, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up with only a mid-grade flying sword to support his sect's reputation.