Taming Beasts and Cultivating Immortality from Two Realms

Chapter 63: Counterattack with an Army

"Mr. Feng, do we two brothers need to take action?" asked the thin-faced cultivator.

"No need, he's just a casual cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training. I have other things I need you to do."

Feng Buxiu tilted his head and looked towards Shenggang: "The market has a batch of goods that you need to deliver to Zeguo recently."

"I understand." Shenggang lowered his head and congratulated in a voice.

"Go." Feng Buxiu waved his hand, picked up the brush and continued drawing talismans.

Sheng Gang glanced at the talisman out of the corner of his eye and left the room with Sheng Yong.

After a long time, Feng Buxiu stopped writing and fell into deep thought as he looked at the failed second-level talisman on the table.

"Unfortunately, if I could become a second-level Talisman Master, the Shen family would have to give me a Foundation Establishment Pill no matter how reluctant they were."

Thinking of this, Feng Buxiu couldn't help but shook his head, picked up the account book, and muttered: "The Sheng brothers are smart and useful, but it's a pity that they know too much and their minds are too complicated."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Buxiu slowly stroked the title page of the account book with his fingers, and then flames appeared at his fingertips.

"Fuck!"

As the fire flickered, a hint of regret appeared in Feng Buxiu's eyes.

He has served the Shen family for nearly a hundred years and earned countless spirit stones.

As a result, when the foundation-building period was approaching, the Shen family was unwilling to give even one foundation-building pill, and kept making excuses to prevaricate.

Three years after three years, he no longer had time to wait.

The foundation-building pill promised by the Shen family seems to be within reach, but in fact it is out of reach.

If he continues to drag on like this, he will lose the capital to break through to the foundation-building stage and die of old age.

There is no way. Since the Shen family won’t give it to him, don’t blame Feng Buxiu for taking the initiative to get it.

"A top-grade Qi-refining inheritance that is strictly kept secret and of extremely high purpose is enough to be exchanged for a Foundation Establishment coin from the outer sect elders of Jingyue Palace." Feng Buxiu's eyes were fierce.

On the other side, the Sheng brothers had already appeared outside the Baidan Pavilion with their men.

Watching the ragged monks being pushed onto the carriages one by one, Sheng Yong sent a telepathic message: "Brother, has that old fellow Feng Buxiu gone mad? He actually dared to forge the market contract without permission!"

Shenggang's expression changed slightly: "That's not our business."

"But what if that old guy falls?" Sheng Yong looked at the buildings in the center of the market town.

"You underestimate that old guy." Sheng Gang shook his head. "As long as the murderer is killed cleanly, nothing will happen. Do you understand?"

"Maybe. I always feel that the origin of the casual cultivator named Chen Sheng is not simple." Sheng Yong thought.

"So what if it's not simple? In this world, strength is what matters." Shenggang glanced at his brother speechlessly.

"He didn't even dare to kill a Qi training third-level tooth killer who violated the contract on the spot. This shows that he is not strong enough and is not a foundation-building cultivator."

"He looks new, and he's so poor that he needs to sell a top-grade Qi training method to cash in. This means the power behind him is not strong enough to even absorb a Qi training method. He's most likely a casual cultivator who's lucky enough to have picked up an inheritance, or the second generation of a ruined immortal cultivation family."

Hearing this, Sheng Yong was stunned: "Brother, how do you know so much? What if that guy is a well-hidden old monster who has established his foundation!"

"Hu." Shenggang exhaled and suppressed his inner irritability.

His younger brother is good in every way except that he is a little stupid. He can't even use his brain and his mind is full of fighting and killing.

There are not so many old bastards in this world who hide their abilities and like to play the pig and eat the tiger.

With this information, he can get a general idea of ​​Chen Sheng's situation, and the old man Feng Buxiu will only have more detailed information.

"You said just in case. If you don't even dare to fight for it when you are 50% or 60% sure, Feng Buxiu will never be able to cultivate to the ninth level of Qi training." Sheng Gang explained patiently, otherwise his stupid brother would keep bothering him.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, declaring, "The Patrol Guards have already been dispatched. That independent cultivator named Chen Sheng will undoubtedly die."

"It's over!" Wanwan stood outside the patrol station, her expression filled with tension.

She didn't expect that a top-grade Qi-refining technique could actually alarm Feng Buxiu and even mobilize the monks from the Patrol Department.

One must know that those who could join the Biyuan Market Patrol Department were at least in the late Qi training stage. The twelve Patrol Department monks, armed with tokens, activated the market formation and could even briefly compete with Foundation Establishment monks.

Soon, a group of monks wearing dark Taoist robes with dark patterns walked out of the patrol office.

The leading monk wore a half-bronze mask, revealing a scar below his right eye that ran diagonally down to his neck.

"Are you the person who reported the case?"

Sensing the other party's unfathomable cultivation, Wanwan said weakly, "Yes."

"Very good, fellow cultivators, follow me to capture the lawless cultivators who are disrupting the order of the market."

As soon as he finished speaking, he led his monks on magic weapons, transformed into a rainbow light and rushed to the cave in the center of the town.

"Who dares to be so presumptuous?"

Noticing that a cultivator was using his magic power, the old man in charge of guarding the cave stood up and shouted angrily.

"The Patrol Department is investigating the case. All outsiders, please disperse immediately." The masked monk took out a token.
The old man's expression changed, and he smiled kindly, "May I ask which cave dwelling cultivator has violated the laws of the market?"

"Bingyin Cave No. 28."

"I understand. I will lift the restrictions on the cave now." The old man hunched his back and took out the token that controlled the cave formation.

"Buzz!"

When the formation guarding the cave was dissolved, the masked monk kicked the door open and led his men in.

"What about people?"

Looking at the empty cave, the masked monk showed doubt in his eyes.

According to intelligence, the casual cultivator named Chen Sheng should be practicing in the cave now.

Could it be that the other party has practiced a secret method to conceal his aura?
"Search for me." The masked monk waved his hand, and a group of monks behind him immediately dispersed to search the cave.

"Tick." A drop of water suddenly fell from the top of the cave.

The masked monk's eyes narrowed, and he activated his protective magic weapon while giving a loud reminder.

"Be careful, there's an ambush!"

However, before he could finish his words, the water vapor in the cave had condensed into a mist under the help of the tidal array, suppressing the perception of the cultivators in the cave.

The next moment, the water blade talisman was triggered, and countless blue water lines as thin as hair rose into the air, interweaving into a net to block the entrance of the cave.

Immediately, the mighty water force guided by the tidal array condensed into dense water blades in an instant.

These water blades were as thin as cicada wings but extremely sharp. They made shrill screams in the air and swept up all the monks from the patrol department.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Wherever the water blade passes, nothing is left uncut.

A cultivator showed a look of horror on his face and activated his protective magic weapon to try to resist, but the water blade as thin as a cicada's wing easily penetrated his defense.

In an instant, screams were heard one after another in the cave.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his men being torn into pieces by the water blades, the masked monk's eyes darkened slightly. He used his magic power to smash the dozens of oncoming water blades with a single sword, then took out the token with his left hand.

"Give me the town!"

As the market token exploded with power, it connected to the protective formation of the Biyuan Market. A mighty force swept through the entire cave, turning the dense water blades into ashes.

(End of this chapter)