Chapter 8: Breaking the Robbery, Master-level Spell
Chapter 8: Breaking the Robbery, Master-level Spell
When they reached an uninhabited area, Wei Zhong stopped and looked back at the escaping light behind him.
Those people slowly stopped. There were three of them in total, all of them were high-level Qi-refining cultivators. The three faces looked familiar, and they seemed to be spiritual farmers of the Yan family.
"What does it mean that you have followed me here?"
Wei Zhong spoke first.
The three of them smiled at each other, and the leader said:
"Stop talking nonsense, old man Wei. Hand over your storage bag. If you can satisfy the brothers, I will spare your life."
Another person said:
"Fellow Daoist Lin, why waste time talking to him? The brothers will kill him here and divide the things among the three of us. This old man spent six or seven hundred spirit stones to bid at the auction, so he must be worth a lot."
As a spiritual farmer of the Lin family, although he could earn about one hundred spirit stones from farming every year, the expenses were equally staggering. Pills, magic tools, and spells were all huge expenses.
Therefore, most spiritual farmers can only achieve a balance between income and expenditure and do not have extra financial resources to improve themselves.
He originally became a spiritual farmer because his own qualifications were mediocre and there was no hope for him to achieve great success.
Seeing Wei Zhong, the old fat sheep, leaving, he became even more evil-minded.
Wei Zhong sighed slightly:
"Does my nephew Yan Yuan think the same way?"
A figure walked out from the woods below and lifted his hood. It was Yan Yuan, who had once asked Wei Zhong for advice on the Spirit Rain Technique.
"Mr. Wei is indeed extraordinary. My nephew was discovered even though he hid so well."
The man had a smile on his face, and seemed to have already defeated Wei Zhong.
Wei Zhong shook his head. This crude hiding method was far inferior to Gong Yangzi's:
"My dear nephew, do you know what I am doing, Brother Yan?"
Yan Yuan understood that he was talking about his uncle Yan Wenbo.
"I don't know. I know that Elder Wei is on good terms with my uncle, so I don't dare to tell him."
Wei Zhong felt somewhat regretful:
"My dear nephew, you have a bright future ahead of you. Why would you collude with these spiritual farmers to do this kind of robbery and cultivation?"
After Yan Yuan learned the Lingyu Technique from himself, he stood out from the other side disciples of the Yan family and became the Yan family's spiritual cultivation apprentice. He could be said to have broken away from the status of a side disciple and truly become a core member of the Yan family.
After hearing this, Yan Yuan's smile faded and a bit of ferocity appeared on his face.
"What's the use of being a spiritual cultivator? You're just working for the main disciples. I worked so hard to cultivate spiritual medicines, why should they be distributed to the main disciples just because of the elders' words, while I have to work so hard to accumulate contributions in exchange."
Seeing his angry expression, Wei Zhong immediately realized that he had not been beaten enough. Born in a family of immortal cultivators, he was much better than a casual cultivator.
Now that I have entered the core, I see more privileged people and feel dissatisfied.
If you are dissatisfied, why bother me, an old man?
"Please give us your valuables, Mr. Wei. I will let you die in a dignified way."
"Well, there's no way to survive."
"My dear nephew, you don't think you can control me by finding these three idiots, do you?"
Hearing this, the three spiritual farmers were all furious.
We are all spiritual farmers and high-level Qi-refining cultivators. Are you a little more noble?
"Don't worry, Brother Yan. The three of us will take him down right away."
Wei Zhong shook his head, and the black ball in his finger rotated and was activated in an instant.
【Throwing Technique - Master (12%)】
In the past few years, although Wei Zhong was busy practicing the "Health Preserving Exercises", he also did not neglect the practice of magic.
The master-level throwing technique was even better than before. With only a sound of breaking through the air, it was in front of the leading high-level Qi-refining cultivator in an instant, leaving him no time to use any defensive magic weapon.
The jade pendant on her ear shattered, forming a jade barrier in front of her body.
There was a hint of surprise on his face.
"Such a fast casting speed, a waste of my life-saving magic weapon."
"It turns out to be a passively triggered defensive magic weapon."
Wei Zhong's expression did not show the slightest sign of abnormality. He saw the black ball making a small hole in it as if it had hit an eggshell, and then it continued to fly towards his head with all its momentum.
He looked stunned, as if he couldn't believe that his defense was broken in the blink of an eye.
Then, it was like a stone hitting tofu, smashing its head to pieces. The master-level flying technique was not only limited to penetration, but also had the effect of detonating spiritual power after hitting the target, adding a bit of lethality.
"Brother Lin!"
Before the three of them could react to the sudden change, Wei Zhong moved, turned into a white cloud, and appeared behind the other person in the blink of an eye.
【Cloud-flying Technique·Master (31%)】
He had already raised the magic sword in his hand, and the golden light on it was dazzling.
[Geng Sword Skills·Mastery (45%)]
Geng's sword technique was added to a first-grade mid-level magic weapon, and it immediately exerted the power of a first-grade high-level magic weapon.
With a swish sound, it pierced into the robe of the second person.
The green robe had cloud patterns flowing on it, and it was actually a first-grade, mid-quality robe. In terms of value, it was no less than a first-grade, high-quality magical weapon.
However, Geng Jin was unable to stop it. The magic sword created a gap the width of a palm on his robe and pierced into his side.
The sword energy gushed out, seriously injuring one person.
Between the rising and falling clouds and the dispersing of them, Wei Zhong had already killed and seriously injured one person.
Leaving behind the last spiritual farmer and Yan Yuan who was in the middle stage of Qi Refining.
The two men looked horrified and dared not fight anymore.
Yan Yuan leaned forward and fled into the forest below, leaving behind a lingering sound: "I also ask Daoist Fellow Ke to cover my rear. I will definitely take good care of Daoist Fellow's family."
The spiritual farmer was left alone with a pale face.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a rattle.
"Dong dong!"
It was like a child's voice in his ears. Wei Zhong paused slightly, and then a golden light flashed in his mind and everything was fine in an instant.
"It turns out to be a magical tool that affects the soul."
Wei Zhong's face lit up with joy, and he was not busy at all, performing the throwing technique.
Seeing that he was not affected by the magic weapon and performed the familiar spellcasting movements, this person immediately felt that his life was over.
"Snapped!"
Another headless corpse fell.
Wei Zhong left behind a cloud of mist again, ignored the seriously injured man, and flew into the forest with a handful of magic weapon fragments in his hand.
Throwing Technique: Continuous Fire.
Countless trees in the forest were affected by the magic and fell down one after another.
Then Wei Zhong fell downwards.
Yan Yuan was seen lying between the trees, one of his arms missing and his legs covered in blood.
The only remaining arm was trying to activate a black shield that was half a person's height. When he saw Wei Zhong coming, his face showed a miserable expression.
Then he suddenly remembered something, tears welled up in his eyes and he burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Wei. I was blinded by greed for a moment. I hope you can spare my life for Uncle Yan's sake. Please..."
Before he could finish his words, a cyclone of spiritual energy had already been created in Wei Zhong's hand, and a stone drilled into his brain.
Then, a flame burned it to ashes.
Picking up his storage bag, Wei Zhong set up the cloud and returned again.
Two headless corpses lay on the ground, and a mixed-feathered parrot was confronting a man, occasionally emitting wind blades between its wings to prevent the man from escaping.
Wei Zhong cast a spell and the last person died.
Jiucai flew to Wei Zhong's shoulder and tilted his head to look at Wei Zhong's old face.
Wei Zhong took out a red pill, popped it into his mouth, and murmured:
"It's not in vain that I raised you."
Then they packed up all the spoils, cleaned up the place, and left.
(End of this chapter)