52: Jie Xiu

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In a dense forest.

"Hehe, hand over all your valuables and Storage Pouches, or die!"

At this moment, a short, pockmarked Qi Refining Stage 5 Cultivator, with a crooked smile, looked mockingly at the group of people in front of him.

"Why waste words with them? Just kill them! Everything will be ours anyway!"

On the other side of the short Cultivator, a Middle-aged Cultivator with a ferocious scar on his face leaned against a tree trunk, holding a ghost-head saber.

He spoke with an impatient expression, his Qi Refining Stage 6 Spiritual Pressure radiating without restraint.

"No, Senior, please spare us!"

"Senior, we are all Spirit Farmers; we don't have many Spirit Stones on us."

"We beg Senior to be magnanimous. Without our Storage Pouches, we won't be able to leave this mountain range."

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Ten people were kneeling in front of them, pleading desperately with the two Cultivators, their faces filled with fear.

Although their numbers were five times that of the two Cultivators opposite them, they were all Early Stage Qi Refining Cultivators.

In front of the two Middle Stage Qi Refining Cultivators, no one dared to resist.

Zhou Yang was among them, his face bitter. He hadn't expected to escape one danger only to fall into another.

However, feeling the small cloth bag tucked in his embrace, his heart felt slightly more at ease.

"What a waste of time. Since you're so uncooperative, then die!"

The scar-faced Cultivator smiled ferociously, raising the ghost-head saber in his hand and bringing it down.

A black light flashed, and one person's head flew high, rolling on the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

Seeing this, the remaining nine Cultivators turned pale. The more timid ones couldn't hold back their tears.

"I'll hand them over! Senior, please don't kill me!"

"These are my Spirit Stones! Please, Senior, spare my life!"

Several people hastily pulled out Spirit Stones and valuables from various parts of their bodies, along with their Storage Pouches, and respectfully offered them with both hands.

"Tsk, is that all the Spirit Stones? Not enough to buy your lives. You might as well die!"

The scar-faced Cultivator glanced at the scattered Spirit Stones, a look of disdain on his face.

He didn't bother to pick them up; instead, he circulated his magical power, ready to cut down the entire group with one strike.

"Senior, wait! I know who else has Spirit Stones. It's him... he has Spirit Stones, and... and many Talismans!"

One of them, seeing the scar-faced man's murderous intent, quickly pointed at Zhou Yang, who was kneeling with his head down.

"Li San, you betrayed me!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yang abruptly looked up, his eyes fixed on the person who had reported him.

"Zhou Yang... no, Brother Zhou, please help! I don't want to die! Quickly take out your things to honor Senior. As long as Senior is happy, we can live!"

The Cultivator named Li San avoided his gaze, not looking into Zhou Yang's eyes.

"Oh? Kid, it seems you're not being honest. Hand over your things, and perhaps we two might spare you."

The short, pockmarked Cultivator narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Zhou Yang, a smiling expression on his face.

Neither he nor the scar-faced Cultivator intended to step forward. Hearing that the other party had many Talismans, they became wary.

Zhou Yang's face was somewhat grim. He had just been preparing to use his Talismans to make a stand while the two were unprepared, but he hadn't expected his companion to expose him.

He only had Medium Grade Tier 1 Talismans, and now that the two were clearly on guard, he had lost the initiative, making the threat of using Talismans much less effective.

Although he cursed his companion for being an idiot, facing the two covetous individuals, he had no choice but to step forward.

Forcing himself to calm down, Zhou Yang slowly stood up, enduring the Spiritual Pressure released by the two.

"Senior, I am a subordinate of Senior Wu, Wu Daoren. I hope you can show some respect. These Spirit Stones are my humble offering to the two Seniors."

Saying this, he handed over a small satchel from behind him. It contained all his worldly possessions. Although he was unwilling, he had to bow his head at this moment.

Bringing up Wu Daoren's name was also to deter the two.

As for handing over the Talismans, that was impossible.

The other party was clearly not a trustworthy Cultivator; giving them away would only make them more reckless in their killing.