Mercenaries in Two Worlds

"Hmph, the five-year agreement still stands. If it's not fulfilled, I won't kill him, but I will reclaim my life essence."

For some reason, the green dragon lizard seemed to be wary of something, and its usual violent temper was surprisingly subdued.

Zhang Qian was overjoyed, knowing that the green dragon lizard must want something from him, and the current outcome couldn't be better.

In Zhang Qian's mind, a dissatisfaction was a admirable quality. As the green dragon lizard turned to leave, he shouted, "Give me another red gardenia burl, I need it to save my life!"

The green dragon lizard was visibly taken aback, probably because it had never seen such a shameless person before. After a moment's thought, it snorted coldly and slowly said, "There's a red gardenia tree by the pool on the west side of the valley. As for whether there's a tree pomegranate, I don't know." Then it ignored Zhang Qian and disappeared back into the green landscape.

Having obtained the Red Gardenia Tree, Pomegranate, and Frost Jade Grass, Zhang Qian, along with a blissfully happy Wang Er, quietly made their way out of the forest. Meanwhile, the Gray Rock Rat, which had been unconscious, woke up and started chattering, begging for food. It was probably too frightened and had used up too much energy, so it needed to replenish itself.

Zhang Qian casually tossed him a wild fruit. He really envied the gray rock rat; when it encountered difficulties, it would faint and then wake up to find the sun shining again.

The two were walking hurriedly, and just as they were about to leave Ghost Night Forest, Zhang Qian called out in a deep voice, "Wait!" He grabbed Wang Er, who was in front of him. Wang Er sensed that there were people around, but he couldn't find where they were. The gray rock rat hanging on the corner of Zhang Qian's clothes was also very sensitive and immediately darted into Zhang Qian's arms.

"What is it?" Wang Er had become much stronger, but his senses were still sluggish.

Just then, a person emerged from each of the four sides of the woods, each wielding a staff that reached their eyebrows.

Wang Er was first startled, then coldly shouted, "Blood Stick Gang, what do you want?"

"Wang Er of the Wang Family Mercenary Group, right?" A burly man with a red cloth tied around his neck and a face full of scars asked, pointing a stick at Wang Er from directly in front of him.

"So what if I am, so what if I am not? I don't know you." Having obtained the essence blood of the green dragon lizard, Wang Er spoke with much more arrogance than before. Opposite him were two Qi Refining Level 5, one Level 6, and one Level 8.

Zhang Qian's spiritual energy is pure, and his cultivation techniques and martial arts are exceptionally advanced. He can still put up a fight against someone at the eighth level. Wang Er is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, so taking care of two people at the fifth level of Qi Refining shouldn't be a problem. As long as the opponents aren't fighting to the death, Zhang Qian and Wang Er aren't too afraid.

However, neither of them knew how low the Wang Family Mercenary Group's status was within the Featherfall City mercenary groups. In the past, they might have just exchanged a few sarcastic remarks when they met, but now that they had a conflict with the Three Swords Mercenary Group, they were like rats crossing the street, hated by everyone.

"Hmph, I'll show you today." The burly man seemed insulted, his face contorted with rage.

"Hmm? Gray Rock Rat, not bad, not bad." A sharp-eyed member of the Blood Stick Gang spotted the Gray Rock Rat in Zhang Qian's arms and said greedily, as if the Gray Rock Rat was already his.

Zhang Qian stuffed Xiao Hui into his backpack and said coldly, "Impossible." How could there be such a shameless person who tries to rob someone?

"Don't risk your life for a rat, have you thought this through?" The sharp-eyed Blood Stick Gang member toyed with the staff in his hand and snorted.

Wang Er was furious. "We two will fight you all to the death!"

The burly man's pupils contracted slightly. The two sides were evenly matched, and if a real fight broke out, there was a possibility of casualties, since there was no deep-seated hatred between them.

But it's impossible to just let them go like that. On the other side, a young man said, "Last time, the two Purple Moon Lion cubs sold for dozens of mid-grade spirit stones. This Gray Rock Rat looks clever too, it should be able to get a few mid-grade spirit stones. Even if it doesn't sell to the tavern, it can still get more than a hundred low-grade spirit stones."

The burly man, who had been somewhat hesitant, snorted coldly, "Then we can't let them go." People die for money, birds die for food, and mercenary groups are already risking their lives for their work.

Of course, this excludes cowardly mercenary groups like the Wang Family Mercenary Group.

Zhang Qian's focus wasn't on that; instead, he asked in a deep voice, "Purple Moon Lion, were you the ones who sold the Purple Moon Lion to Miss Xiao some time ago?"

"Yes, how did you know about this?"

“You killed that Purple Moon Lioness.”

The burly man suddenly revealed a ferocious expression as he recalled the purple moon lion. "That's right, my brother's leg was bitten off by that beast, so we skinned it alive and executed it by slow slicing."

Unexpectedly, that once arrogant Purple Moon Lion had been slaughtered so brutally. A surge of ferocity welled up within him. Zhang Qian gritted his teeth and drew his broadsword. "Come on, only one side can survive today."

"Haha, boss, this guy is really tough, he even dared to make tough statements before he was about to die."

"Hahaha, that's really interesting. Let's send them on their way as soon as possible, sell the Gray Rock Rat and have some fun in a brothel. I heard that Miss Leng Ni is coming to Spring Pavilion in Featherfall City. Although we brothers don't have the money to get close to her, it would be worth it to see her."

"Hehe, that's right."

Seeing that there was no way to turn the tide, Wang Er clenched his fists, and he and Zhang Qian each faced one direction, abandoning their concentration.

Zhang Qian said in a deep voice, "You hold off those three, I'll kill the Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator and come to your aid immediately."

Danger lurked throughout the journey, but Wang Er had placed absolute trust in Zhang Qian. He said in a hoarse voice, "Okay." He was incredibly nervous inside; he had never fought like this before, despite being a mercenary for so long.

"Kill!" The four members of the Blood Stick Gang gripped their sticks and charged forward.

Zhang Qian set his sights on the burly man at the eighth level of Qi Refining, while Wang Er took the initiative to take over the remaining three.

The Blood Stick Gang got its name from a mid-level Xuan-rank martial skill called Blood Stick. The Eyebrow Stick emitted a blood-red light and became incredibly hard. As soon as it touched the stick, Zhang Qian's knife was chipped in several places.

Wang Er was also caught off guard by the three of them, and was hit several times by the blood stick, knocking down several small trees. If he hadn't been modified by the essence blood of the green dragon lizard, he would probably be crippled by now.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Wang Er saw Zhang Qian circling the enemy with his strange footwork, and the enemy couldn't do anything to him. He breathed a slight sigh of relief, then shouted loudly, his blood surging, and with this momentum, he took the initiative to meet the enemy.

The two are usually a bit goofy, but when they fight, they are extremely focused. In this life-or-death moment, they cannot afford to be careless in the slightest.

"Ah~" A scream rang out. It turned out that a member of the Blood Stick Gang had been grabbed by Wang Er and had his spine broken. He collapsed to the ground and cried bitterly. There were also two bloody marks on Wang Er's back, indicating that he had also suffered a serious injury.

"Pfft." Wang Er spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped it casually, grinned, revealing a row of blood-red teeth, as terrifying as a demon. His injury only made him more courageous.

The remaining two were a little scared, so they started holding sticks and circling around Wang Er.

"Come on! Come and kill me!" Wang Er had never felt such rage in his chest. His injuries made him even more ferocious. He clenched his fists and charged forward.

Unbeknownst to him, the violent and domineering aura of the dragon blood was also influencing Wang Er.

Zhang Qian was anxious to see Wang Er injured, but he had no suitable martial arts skills and could only rely on his footwork and pure Yuan energy to fight against the big man.

With a "bang," as if things weren't going to go wrong, Zhang Qian's knife finally shattered, breaking in two after being struck by the shadow of the stick.

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