Chapter 41: How Are You Different From Them?

Chapter 41: How Are You Different From Them?

You dont seem to come out often. You must have quite a few people at home? the old woman asked.

Thats right! My father is a sixth stage Ki Refinement cultivator. You should think twice about your actions, Fang Chen sneered.

Realization dawned on the robbers. Thats why this fellow has so many talismans to sell. He must have stolen from his family! Judging from his mannerisms, hes obviously a wastrel.

As for him having a sixth stage Ki Refinement father

They would have to put on a respectful attitude if they encountered an expert of such caliber, but it was not as if the other party was here today. They were not worried about the other party coming after them, since it was unlikely he would ever figure out who killed his profligate son.

The old woman heaved a sigh of relief. Its just a sixth stage Ki Refinement cultivator. Theres nothing to fear. The corners of her lips crept up as she said, Hand your ki stones over, and well allow you to leave. Dont lose your life over worldly possessions.

Tie Ma, Old Huang, you deal with those three fellows behind, Fang Chen instructed.

Yes, young master.

Without any hesitation, the two of them rushed out of the carriage and charged at the three cultivators.

Two martial artists dream of opposing us, cultivators? the old woman scoffed with a cackle.

She was worried that Fang Chen might have some hidden ace up his sleeves, but the fact that he ordered martial artists to deal with cultivators put her heart at ease. It proved that he was a wastrel who didnt pose a threat.

Rage flickered across the eyes of the three cultivators. They saw this as a humiliation.

All of a sudden, Tie Ma and Huang Sihai activated their Flitting Talisman, Strength Talisman, and Protection Talisman. Their speed suddenly became extremely fast, their strength greatly increased, and a thin golden layer shrouded their bodies.

Fang Chen had previously warned them that they were up against enemies of a different caliber, so the two of them dared not to hold back.

Talismans?! That wastrel! He gave his talismans to mere martial artists to use?!

The three cultivators were both shocked and infuriated. In their eyes, those talismans should have been theirs!

The third stage Ki Refinement cultivator channeled her spirit ki. The surrounding water vapor billowed, as it converged into an ice arrow that blasted toward Huang Sihai.

Bam!

The ice arrow slammed into Huang Sihais chest, the heavy impact causing the sprinting giant to screech to a halt. He looked down and saw that the tip of the ice arrow had breached the Protection Talisman and sunk a few centimeters deep into his body.

Interesting, Huang Sihai mumbled.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

His chest twitched, and the ice arrow was pushed out of his body. An injury of this extent was inconsequential to him.

The bombardment of attacks startled the old woman. The furious influx of lighting ki rendered her incapable of channeling her spirit ki, making it impossible for her to counterattack.

How are you different from them?

Boom!

You said you were different from them.

Boom!

Why arent you speaking? How are you different?

Boom!

Bolt after bolt of lightning crashed on the old woman. By the time Fang Chen reached her, her body was already charred black. Her eyes had lost focus, and she was no longer able to fight.

The difference between you and them is that youre from the Blood Spirit Cult, right?

Those words spurred a reaction from the old woman. She snapped out of her daze and stared at Fang Chen with frightful eyes. W-who are you

You dont recognize the Purple Lightning Talisman. The cultivators the Blood Spirit Cult planted in Great Xia arent too powerful, after all, Fang Chen sneered.

This was good news.

How do you know The old woman struggled to speak.

Tell me. How many cultivators have your Blood Spirit Cult planted in Great Xia? Fang Chen placidly asked.

Y-you know Im a Blood Spirit Cultist How dare you make a move on me The old woman glared at Fang Chen in resentment.

Im the one asking questions here. I dont mind sending you on your way if you cant answer, though itd be a waste for someone who has reached your level of cultivation, Fang Chen said.

The old woman was finally intimidated. The person before her didnt fear the Blood Spirit Cult. She gritted her teeth and quietly answered, The upper echelons only dispatched me

Ive already killed Daoist Xue. Ill kill you if your words contradict his in any way, Fang Chen interjected with a cold smile.

The old woman stared at Fang Chen in disbelief. He has already killed Daoist Xue? How can this be Who in the world is after their Blood Spirit Cult?! She thought that a powerful sect had laid their eyes on the Blood Spirit Cult, and it filled her heart with fear.

You only have one chance, Fang Chen said.

The old woman hesitated before slowly answering, We have a total of seven people

Seven people? Fang Chen maintained a nonchalant face, but his heart had grown heavy.