Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 149 We want the goods, but we don’t want to pay

Not maybe, not anytime.

It is certain, it has already happened.

The cargo became a burden.

Once they had the goods, they would have a fatal flaw.

The group of people carrying the goods had not even walked ten miles when they saw countless bright stars flying in the night sky behind them.

Seeing the countless figures coming through the air in a disorderly manner, the old man in black was mentally broken.

"Beat your mother!"

The Chamber of Commerce headquarters is at least dozens of miles away from them in the four directions of east, west, south and north. How did these people lock onto my position and catch up with me so quickly?

Judging from the number of people coming from the other side, it is impossible that they are searching with a wide net.

He had made countless budget simulations regarding the causes and consequences of this operation, but in no simulation had he expected that he would be caught red-handed while escaping with the goods.

"Run! Escape in all directions!" At this point, the old man in black had no other options.

We had carefully designed so many plans for the Chamber of Commerce for this batch of goods, all because we couldn't defeat the Chamber of Commerce's guards head-on.

But now, the number of visitors before them seems to be more than the number of the Chamber of Commerce’s guards. Are they calling in even the monks from the market town in order to capture them?

As for it?
He also wanted to run, but he was the least likely to escape.

Before the figure flying on a sword arrived, thousands of golden swords pierced through the space like stars.

"Beep beep!"

Sword shadows fell from the sky, blocking the old man in black who was dodging left and right.

These sword shadows did not even dissipate after landing, but remained in place, emitting a light of varying brightness.

As these hundreds of golden swords fell into place and intercepted the old man in black, the golden swords weaved an invisible sword net in a buzzing and trembling sound.

A special kind of shock accompanied by Jin Xing's peak determination made the figure trapped in it feel that the true energy in the body was shaking and difficult to control.

However, this kind of magic cast by a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage has limited effectiveness against a cultivator in the Golden Core Stage... even if this cultivator in the Golden Core Stage is already at the end of his strength after experiencing several battles.

The golden sword light only lasted for two breaths.

But this moment's delay was enough for more monks to chase after them.

In an instant, the figures of monks were everywhere, up and down, left and right, front and back. The old man in black closed his eyes in a state of despair.

"Don't let them go." The Jindan stage cultivator shouted loudly, and ice spread across the earth for thousands of miles.

The huge cargo convoy was frozen by him in an instant, but the disciples of the Demon Worshiping Sect who had been reminded by the old man in black had abandoned the cargo early and fled in all directions in small groups.

They all have their own storage equipment of a certain capacity. Although it is impossible to bring all the supplies, even a box of things is still something.

However, the many monks who came this time included not only people from the Chamber of Commerce, but also idle monks in the market town.

There are all kinds of people among these people, some are refining Qi and building their foundation, and some are in the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages as well.

Although their strength is unclear now that they are mixed together, with so many people chasing them, very few disciples of the Demon Worship Sect will be able to escape.

The independent cultivators who came along probably thought that since the Chamber of Commerce had made such a big fuss, there must be a lot of treasures, so they were even more active in hunting them down than the Chamber of Commerce guards themselves.

After capturing and killing one of the Demon Worship Sect disciples with a single blow, a wandering cultivator quickly picked up the other's storage ring, which had lost its owner and was no longer restricted. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and then let out an unpleasant curse, "Fuck!"

I thought it was some real treasure?

It turned out to be this crappy stuff called Yin Swamp Peat.

No one would pick up something that fell on the ground because it was considered unlucky. So the Chamber of Commerce and this group of guys with unknown origins made such a big fuss just to grab this thing?
The wandering cultivator rolled his eyes and shot towards another Demon Worship Sect disciple who was running away frantically, in disbelief.

"grass!"

The roots of the ground vine are dead!
What the hell is this? Seeing his companions being slaughtered one by one by the pursuing monks, the old man in black opened his eyes with a look of crazy determination.

"stop it!"

Along with a painful roar, endless black smoke once again emerged from the opponent's body.

The black energy moved rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it transformed a normal human monk into a hideous monster.

What’s different from the last time is... this time, there is no trace of human wisdom in the eyes of the monster transformed from the old man.

"Roar!" The monster let out a meaningless roar.

Many casual cultivators in the farther towns and cities were instantly shaken by the sound waves.

When they brag to each other, they always say that they have traveled all over the world and have seen everything, and experience is their most powerful ability.

But now I have to say one sentence——

"I've never fucking seen this scene before..."

"Is this a monster?"

"How could a good person turn into a monster?"

However, the Chamber of Commerce guards, who had already witnessed this once, were no longer frozen by this unfamiliar impact. Instead, they launched countless attacks at the opponent the moment they saw the opponent's transformation.

This time, the monster transformed by the old man had lost its wisdom and was not as powerful as before.

Faced with the siege, he collapsed completely after almost no time.

In the dispersing black mist, the old man's human face reappeared.

He looked at the shadows that had already disappeared into the darkness, feeling somewhat relieved that at least he had sent some things away...

Lin Jian's sword fell from the sky and slowly landed not far in front of the other party.

"Why do you want to steal those supplies?"

The old man in black was weak, obviously on his last breath, but his underlying tone remained firm, "Because I want those supplies!"

"Even if it costs two dollars?"

"Because we have no money." The old man raised his head proudly. "We want the goods, but we don't want to pay. What can you do in my place?"

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Lin Jian was silent for a moment, then asked, "So this is how you attack your own people?"

From his observation, these people were not absolutely ruthless.

Their actions are disciplined and even programmatic.

Perhaps the beliefs they hold may seem like those of a madman to normal people, but it is undeniable that they are truly practicing their will with their lives.

why?
Lin Jian really wanted to understand what kind of motivation was supporting them to go against the entire cultivation world and commit such a crime of communicating with the devil.

The old man's lips moved, and after a moment's hesitation, he explained weakly, "We don't want to kill anyone, but some sacrifices are unavoidable."

"So what are you going to do with all this stuff?"

The old man sneered disdainfully, "I'm not even afraid of death, and you still want me to betray the organization?"

He is determined to stick to his own path, with a heart as hard as iron and unreasonable.

Lin Jian didn't have time to waste with him. Realizing that he was truly seeking death, he could only reach out and ask, "Where's the medicine?"

"What medicine?"

"Since you were able to recover from your monster state, Zhou Ping can naturally do the same. He's not dead yet, where's the medicine?"

(End of this chapter)