Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter 73 Who is the real scoundrel?

Xiao Chong felt very tired. Continuously throwing punches for an hour had taken a huge toll, and his internal energy was rapidly depleting.

But the one-eyed man hasn't been defeated yet, which means his role isn't very prominent. What to do? Well, the only option is to take drugs. Didn't you see the doping scandals that always broke out in sports competitions in my previous life?

Under the terrified gaze of the one-eyed dragon, Xiao Chong reached into his robes, pulled out a handful of pills, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

The elixir melted instantly upon entering the mouth, requiring no water to swallow; it transformed into a warm current that entered the abdomen. Streams of vital energy rose from the dantian, rapidly circulating through the meridians before dispersing into the limbs and bones.

Fully revived, his combat power off the charts! Xiao Chong let out a long burp and threw himself back into the battle.

This stuff really does cause internal heat if you eat too much of it, so the cooking process definitely needs improvement. Steaming is best, like Gangrong steamed cake, which is delicious and doesn't cause internal heat.

Despite having all sorts of crazy ideas in his mind, Xiao Chong's punches and kicks remained unaffected. He pressed forward relentlessly, growing stronger with each battle.

The one-eyed man was completely dumbfounded. This is outrageous! Temporarily taking a pill to boost your energy? That's cheating!

In a fair duel, I would have a thousand chances to easily take him down while he was tilting his head back to take his medicine. But did he not see the martial artist behind him, who was staring at him menacingly?

When the last bit of Yuan energy in his body was squeezed out, the one-eyed dragon finally broke down and gave up resisting, lying on the ground and refusing to get up.

"Anyway, there's a rule in Tiannan Town that you can't kill people. I figure the other party will at most beat me up to vent their anger, but they won't dare to actually kill me." Thinking of this, One-Eyed Dragon felt much more at ease.

However, the other party did not intend to let him off easily.

"You were all so cocky just now, why are you playing dead now?" Xiao Chong glanced at the one-eyed man with disdain, then stepped forward and grabbed the man's hair, shouting.

Of course, "top flower skin" is just a figurative way of saying it, but since the other party calls himself Tiger Lord, it's probably possible that he'll tug on his head.

The one-eyed dragon was panting heavily. He glanced at Xiao Chong and replied weakly, "Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground. Since we have lost this contest, we have nothing to say."

"Your protection money will be waived, and our feud will be over. From now on, we'll keep to ourselves, how about that?"

What? You injured so many of my miners, and you think you can just let me off with a simple "I'll waive the protection fee"? How am I supposed to survive now? How am I supposed to command respect?

Xiao Chong clenched his fist and punched the one-eyed man in the forehead. Then he pointed at the injured miners who had been helped to the side and asked, "How are you going to explain that you injured these miners?"

My men seem to be more seriously injured, right? They're still piled up like a human pyramid and can't get up. Where can I go to seek justice? The one-eyed man showed no remorse and twisted his neck, saying, "Our brothers are in even worse shape. Let's call it even."

"You started this trouble first, didn't you!" Xiao Chong punched the one-eyed man on the forehead again.

One-Eyed Dragon was seeing stars and his head was buzzing. He tried to argue a few more times, but then he saw Xiao Chong raise his fist again.

"I'll pay for their medicine!" After thinking for a long time, the one-eyed man, though somewhat unwilling, decided to temporarily avoid the confrontation and deal with the current situation first.

That's the attitude a loser should have. Xiao Chong pressed on, "How will you compensate me?"

"One hundred taels of silver per person." The one-eyed man gritted his teeth and painfully said the number.

That's a bit too little. Are they trying to treat me like a beggar and get rid of me?

Xiao Chong was very dissatisfied with this result. He punched the one-eyed man again and asked, "What about the nursing fees, lost wages, nutrition fees, and compensation for mental distress? Aren't you going to mention those?"

The first three are barely understandable, but what exactly is "compensation for mental distress"? One-Eyed Dragon swears that as a seasoned veteran who has been roaming the underworld for many years, he has collected countless fees under various pretexts, but he has never heard of such a high-sounding term as "compensation for mental distress".

But that's no longer important. What matters is how to escape safely so that we can make a comeback and launch a counterattack.

"Another hundred taels for each person!" the one-eyed dragon said fiercely, having gone all out.

"It's good that you're willing to cooperate!" Xiao Chong stopped punching and continued to press, "Then how much should you charge for having a martial arts master help you?"

"What? This costs money too?" One-Eyed Dragon stared blankly, glancing at Yin Changkong unconsciously.

Xiao Chong shook his fist and threatened loudly, "Of course I want it! But let's make it clear first, if you don't give enough, it won't be worthy of a Martial Master's status, and you'll have to consider whether you can withstand the wrath of a Martial Master!"

Yin Changkong, who was standing behind Xiao Chong and watching Xiao Chong's performance with great interest, swayed upon hearing this and almost fell to the ground.

Turns out all those fights I've been fighting all these years were for nothing; I can actually make money off of them. Did you think I was a boxer?

But his fleeting glance seemed unfathomable and full of hidden meaning to the one-eyed man.

This old man is trying to get attention! One-Eyed Dragon felt like dying. He stared at Yin Changkong for a long time, but finally couldn't withstand the pressure from the martial arts master. His lips twitched as he said, "Five hundred taels per person, no more than that."

How dare they haggle? Do they think this is a vegetable market?

Xiao Chong increased his strength and punched the same spot again, saying, "At least a thousand taels!"

"A thousand taels it is! Can you release him now?" One-Eyed Dragon was afraid that the other party would make some more unreasonable demands, so he didn't intend to continue arguing.

"I'm talking about gold, one thousand taels of gold for each person!" Xiao Chong's voice was like a bolt from the blue, exploding directly in the heart of the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man was completely dumbfounded! Each person was worth a thousand taels of gold, which would amount to more than ten thousand taels in total, and if converted into silver, it would be more than a million taels.

Tiger, I risk my life every day, fighting to the death with people, using every trick in the book, but I still haven't collected enough.

Heavens above, earth below, who is the real scoundrel?

The one-eyed man looked up at the sky with one eye, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter, "There really aren't that many."

"If you won't cooperate, then we'll beat you until you do." Xiao Chong grabbed the one-eyed man by the scruff of his neck and slammed him to the ground, raining blows down on his forehead.

Just as the one-eyed dragon's forehead swelled up higher and higher, about to transform him into a unicorn dragon, Xiao Chong stopped and asked, "Is there any left?"

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare. If Tiger dies, you'll all be buried with him." One-Eyed Dragon was a seasoned veteran who had seen many life and death, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped talking, adopting a desperate stance like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

Do you think you can get away with playing dead? I may not be able to do anything to you, but I have a seasoned thief as my strategist, and I refuse to believe I can't deal with you!

"Where is the strategist?" Xiao Chong thought to himself.

"Pah! This name is awful! Can't you at least consider the dignity of a half-deity like me?" Having been summoned, the cauldron spirit, which had been hidden away for a long time, finally broke free from its loneliness and jumped out with a loud shout.

"Not satisfied? Is it because you haven't fully digested the Yuan energy you absorbed before?" Xiao Chong asked in an unfriendly tone.

Ding Ling lowered his voice and replied ingratiatingly, "Not at all, not at all. I just think this title is still worth discussing. But I'll do whatever you say. Whatever you say is good is truly good."

"Are they treating me like a kidney tonic?" Xiao Chong was quite satisfied with Ding Ling's attitude and asked, "Is there any good way to get this old guy to agree to my request?"

Torture to extract confessions is torture to extract confessions; forced confessions are commonplace. Why make it sound so nice? Hypocritical!

Ding Ling inwardly scoffed, but his words came out with utmost sincerity: "Your Highness has at least a hundred ways to make him wish he were dead, so he'd willingly become a charity child. I just don't know if you prefer something gentler or something more violent and bloody?"

"Let's keep it gentler," Xiao Chong said softly, trying to make his tone sound compassionate. "You know I've always been a gentle and mild-mannered man, and I can't stand seeing bloody scenes."

That's just a lie to fool ghosts. If it were true, how did Tie Changqing die? And why was he left with no complete corpse?

Ding Ling secretly scorned Xiao Chong for a while before saying with a little excitement, "I'm best at this kind of thing. As long as you keep him awake at all times and use a little trick on him, after a few rounds, even if you want his chrysanthemum, he will definitely agree to it."

"What would I do with that thing?" Xiao Chong spat inwardly and roared at the cauldron spirit, "Your method had better work, or I'll take your chrysanthemum first!"

The spirit of the cauldron became even more excited and pressed on, "Is that really what you think?"

"Tell me the method, then get out of here right now, get as far away as you can!" Xiao Chong roared, unable to contain himself any longer.

Seeing that Xiao Chong was truly enraged, Ding Ling dared not say anything more and replied dejectedly, "You are a Mind Master, and your mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people. As long as you combine this with the Divine Sense Impact technique to launch a mental attack on him, even if he wants to faint, he won't be able to."

“Mental attacks are abilities only a third-grade mental master possesses. Are you trying to make me use them now, just to toy with me?” Xiao Chong asked rudely.

"Didn't we say to coordinate with the method of divine sense impact?" Seeing that the situation was not good, the cauldron spirit quickly replied.

"How do I use it?" Xiao Chong asked again.

Dingling hurriedly transmitted a mantra, saying, "Follow the method here, gather your thoughts into a bundle and directly impact his sea of ​​consciousness, or rather, his brain. With your current mental strength, although forming a bundle might be a bit of a stretch, forming a needle should still be possible."

Without waiting for Xiao Chong to ask any more questions, the cauldron spirit dropped the incantation and hurriedly fled.

Given Xiao Chong's earlier statement that he would first violate his chrysanthemum, he felt it was best not to get involved in this mess, lest Xiao Chong, in his rage, cruelly destroy the flower and show no mercy.

Xiao Chong's conversation with the spirit of the cauldron was entirely through telepathy, so all that was said was only a fleeting moment. To outsiders, it appeared as if he was contemplating how to deal with the one-eyed dragon, and no one paid him any attention.

"Bang!" After the cauldron spirit left, Xiao Chong came to his senses and punched the one-eyed man hard on the forehead. The one-eyed man's head lolled to the side, and he passed out.