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"Stop! Don't run!"

"Huang Wenjun, don't run away!"

A short, stout male cultivator with dark skin was running wildly down the street.

His face was round like an oil pan, and when he ran, his fleshy cheeks flew everywhere. His two thin, thread-like eyes were squeezed between his flat nose and eyebrows by the fleshy cheeks.

The male cultivator ran incredibly fast, rushing forward as if his life depended on it. Behind him were three cultivators—one woman and two men—each wielding a short stick and a pair of maces, respectively, chasing after him.

"Huang Wenjun! Dead loach! Stop right there!"

"Don't run!"

"Licefish?" Upon hearing "licefish," Shen Yao instantly thought of Zhiqiang spitting indiscriminately in front of the Jin Yu Lou shop in Longyuan City, and felt a wave of nausea.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark, filthy figure rushing towards her, its greasy hair and fleshy frame swinging wildly.

"Ugh." Shen Yao felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Seeing that the filth was about to hit her, Feng Yu quickly pulled her away.

Huang Wenjun, however, set his sights on the jade pendant at her waist, and with a sway of his foot, reached his lecherous hand toward Shen Yao's waist.

A foul stench polluted the air in front of Shen Yao, and she turned away in disgust, covering her nose.

The groping hand was only half a foot away from Pei Yu when Tu Xiaoxiao kicked Huang Wenjun in the stomach, sending him flying more than five feet away.

Huang Wenjun, a mere tenth-rank louse demon, could hardly withstand the kicks and kicks of the demon lord. His bones were shattered, and he lay on the ground howling in pain.

The three pursuing cultivators quickly caught up and began kicking him repeatedly.

Because Huang Wenjun was too dirty, the three cultivators kicked him for a while until their anger subsided. When they realized what was happening, they found him disgusting and took turns beating him with short sticks.

The louse-fish demon was beaten until tears streamed down its face, and sweat and oil seeped from its fleshy face.

"Stop hitting...stop hitting..."

He was beaten to the point of near death, his breath weak and begging for mercy.

The female cultivator in purple robes angrily rebuked, "You ungrateful louse demon! The shopkeeper took pity on you because you were struggling to make ends meet and kindly let you work in the backyard. How dare you steal the shop's prized possession!"

Huang Wenjun lay on the ground, unable to get up: "I didn't steal...it wasn't me..."

A crowd of cultivators gathered around to watch the spectacle. The purple-clad female cultivator glared angrily and demanded, "Who else could it be but you?"

Huang Wenjun groaned and stubbornly refused to admit it.

Tu Xiaoxiao didn't want to get involved, but the groper tried to steal the jade pendant from Yao Yao's waist and refused to admit it, which disgusted him.

He pulled Shen Yao over and, from a distance of about half a zhang, asked, "Did you steal the store's prized possession?"

Huang Wenjun said something he didn't mean: "I stole it."

Tu Xiaoxiao looked disdainful, feeling that even saying a single word to him would taint her.

He gave the order directly: "Take it out and return it."

Huang Wenjun was almost beaten to death, so he had no strength to pick up anything. He tried to lift his hand, but his bent arm was impossible to lift.

Tu Xiaoxiao felt disgusted when she saw the black mud piled up on his thick neck. How could there be such a filthy thing in the world? Living, it wasted air; dead, it wasted land.

Where is the store's prized possession?

He immediately looked away after asking the question, then glanced at his wife's slender, white neck to cleanse his eyes.

He felt much better after reading it. He didn't need to know the answer. He pulled Shen Yao away quickly, afraid that staying any longer would pollute his wife's lungs.

"In...the white scales on...the arm."

The female cultivator in purple raised her chin, and the male cultivator beside her stepped forward, used the tip of his mace to lift up his sleeve, found white scales in the fat of his armpit, and took out a dark brown wooden box to hand to the female cultivator in purple.

The female cultivator in purple opened the wooden box and saw that the lifelike golden-red Qilin ornament was still inside. She closed the lid and put it away, not wanting to look at Huang Wenjun again, and quickly led the two male cultivators back to the shop.

The onlookers quickly dispersed, and no one paid any attention to the infamous louse-fish demon.

In the alley between the two shops, a tall, muscular male cultivator with the same thin, narrow eyes as Huang Wenjun was sleazyly pressed against the shop wall.

After the onlookers dispersed, he observed for a while, then tiptoed to Huang Wenjun's side, extended his dirty, yellowed hands (just like Huang Wenjun's), looked around, picked Huang Wenjun up, and quickly fled the scene...

"It's disgusting." Shen Yao walked quite a distance, but when she recalled the smell, she couldn't help but complain: "It's stinky and filthy. Why do you demons have species like the louse-fish demon?"

The louse-fish demons are a disgrace to the demon race, and Tu Xiaoxiao also despises them: "The louse-fish demons mostly live in the Southern Swamp region. These kinds of demon cultivators are inherently filthy, of low rank, and of vile character. They are indeed disgusting."

Alas, it means to dislike or reject.

Outside Ruifeng City, in a low treehouse, Huang Wenjun slowly woke up, lying on a simple wooden bed.

He shrugged and found that he could move again.

"I almost... died..."

Huang Wenjun, still shaken by his narrow escape, said, "Brother Yang... thank you... I owe you so much..."

Yang Jun leaned against the window, his face pale: "I have to thank you, brother. Luckily, you have a wood spirit root, which is why I was able to keep you alive. Remember to pay me back the thousand ten-coins."

“Ah! A thousand! A thousand perfect coins…” Huang Wenjun’s face turned pale: “Brother Yang, you know my living conditions, where would I get a perfect coin? Not a single one.”

Yang Jun's expression immediately changed, and he stood up to threaten him: "Not a single one. What about the gambling debts you owe Brother Wang? Should I chop off your hands and feet, or gouge out your eyes?"

"No, no, no!" Ignoring the pain of his broken bones, Huang Wenjun rolled over and knelt on the wooden bed, kowtowing repeatedly: "Brother Yang, give me a little more time. Once I steal the Qilin Zun, I will definitely pay it back!"

His forehead slammed against the edge of the bed with a loud thud: "Please, Brother Yang, please..."

Yang Jun slapped Huang Wenjun on the head: "Knocking won't help. If you go to Qilou now, you'll get beaten to death. How can you steal the Qilin Venerable?"

Huang Wenjun, his head spinning from Yang Jun's slap, asked in a low sob, "What should we do?"

He hunched over and hugged Yang Jun's leg, crying, "Brother Yang, we're from the same clan, you have to save me..."

The chubby louse-fish demon cried so disgustingly that its snot was all over Yang Jun's thigh.

Yang Jun, surprisingly, didn't mind the dirt and even reached out to wipe Huang Wenjun's snot.

"It's not impossible."

Yang Jun pretended to be profound and beckoned Huang Wenjun to stand up: "Today we interrogated that fox demon. There were three men and one woman in their group. I followed them halfway through the inner city. They were very generous."

“They are cultivators from out of town, who seem to have come to Ruifeng City specifically for sightseeing. They find everything novel and interesting. I have already asked Brother Wang to keep an eye out for them. When Brother Wang replies later, you can lead them to the underground casino.”

Huang Wenjun didn't have the guts. He knelt down again with a thud, "Brother Yang, those people are obviously powerful demons. You saw it yourself. The fox demon kicked me, and all the bones in my body were shattered!"

He clung to Yang Jun's leg again, crying, "Brother Yang, please don't go and lead them away, please spare my life..."

"Cry, cry, all you do is cry!" Yang Jun, enraged, slapped Huang Wenjun, sending him sprawling onto the bed, and spat, "Hmph... molting! Bah! Useless thing, so what if you're a great demon? Just go when I tell you to!"

"I won't cut off his leg."