87: Send a clock

Everyone in the arena also noticed the situation here and looked over.

Seeing the Cultivators of the Poisonous Dragon Gang drag in several bloody, mangled people, many Cultivators were confused, not knowing what the Poisonous Dragon Gang was up to.

“Reporting to Chief, these petty thieves spread rumors outside, attempting to disrupt the Chief’s celebration banquet! However, they have already been captured by us. Please decide their fate, Chief!”

Hearing what his subordinate said, Liu Yunlong feigned a surprised expression.

“Oh? What do you mean by that? You must not falsely accuse good people, or else this Senior will hold you accountable!”

“This subordinate would not dare, this matter is absolutely true!

According to our investigation, these people incited their companions to try and humiliate the Chief with meager gifts. I suspect they are people sent by other forces to cause trouble!”

That Cultivator of the Poisonous Dragon Gang spoke with a serious expression, making a very convincing argument.

Liu Yunlong sat up straight, his tone somewhat stern.

“Is this your so-called evidence? How can you jump to conclusions!

Didn’t Protector Wu make it very clear? It’s the thought that counts, not the gift! This Senior doesn’t care how much or how little the gift is.

Loose Cultivators already have it hard. The fact that they can come to attend this Senior’s Foundation Establishment Banquet already shows their sincerity. How can one judge right from wrong based on the amount of the gift?

If others were to find out, they would think this Senior is bullying the weak! Quickly, release them!”

Liu Yunlong wore an expression of deep distress.

In reality, he knew perfectly well that these people were clearly Loose Cultivators with no money or background, whom he had specifically captured from outside.

Now, they were most suitable to be used as an example to warn others.

After all, killing the chicken wasn't important; warning the monkeys was the real objective.

Although he was shameless, the rules of the Immortal City were here, and he couldn't openly threaten this group of Loose Cultivators.

He only needed to give them a warning, and intelligent people would naturally know what to do.

As for those who weren't intelligent? Well, the fate of these few people would be a living example.

You can be poor, but if you give too little a gift, that's your fault.

At that time, if they were labeled as spies from other forces, who could say anything?

Moreover, who truly cared about these things anyway?

It's just a few Loose Cultivators dying, what's the big deal!

‘This son of a bitch is making a point to us!’

This was the common thought of many Cultivators in the arena.

Such a clumsy act, who couldn't see there was a problem!

The Immortal City was made a mess by these so-called talents.

They say Loose Cultivators have it hard, yet they still exploit them relentlessly.

But everyone was also helpless. Even if they saw through the act, what then?

A dignified Foundation Establishment Cultivator was already playing mind games, which was already giving them a lot of Face, alright!

If you still dared to grumble, that would be showing a lack of appreciation.

“Chief Liu speaks well!”

At this moment, a shout of praise rang out from the crowd, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Where did this attention-seeker come from!

A tall and burly middle-aged man with a resolute Face and a prominent nose stepped forward.

Liu Yunlong also looked over curiously; this wasn't in the script!

However, this person playing along wasn't a bad thing. Liu Yunlong's mood brightened.

See, didn't the smart person appear?

The man cupped his fist towards Liu Yunlong, then spoke.

“May I ask who doesn’t know the Chief’s good reputation in the Immortal City? The Chief inviting us to attend the Foundation Establishment Banquet is giving us Face, it is sharing joy with the people.

But while the Chief gives us Face, we must not be ungrateful, and we must not let those petty individuals ruin the Chief’s good mood.”

“Hahaha, good!”

Liu Yunlong clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

Sharing joy with the people? These words sounded pleasant.

This was a true talent; he must include his son in the gang in the future.

Liu Yunlong was moved by a desire to 'cherish talent'.

However, while he was happy, the Loose Cultivators were somewhat displeased.

‘Does doing this make you special?’

‘Bah, I'm ashamed to be associated with this person!’

Some felt disgust, while others felt regret.

They secretly cursed themselves for not stepping forward to express their stance sooner, thinking that perhaps they too could have gained some Face in front of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

The middle-aged man, however, ignored everyone and spoke loudly.

“I, Zhao Tiancheng, will set an example for all of you, to let you know how to respect a Senior!”

Saying this, the middle-aged man took out a large black bell from his Storage Pouch, lifted it, and then heavily placed it on the ground.

Dong!

A deep, resonant bell chime immediately echoed throughout the hall.

Looking at the ancient black bell standing in the arena, the atmosphere became slightly stagnant.

Everyone exchanged glances, but no one spoke.

Is this a Magical Artifact?

They instinctively felt something strange, a peculiar sensation.

But they also thought that since this person was so obsequious, the item he gifted should not be bad.

Unfortunately, their Spiritual Sense was too weak to determine what it was.

Liu Yunlong was also curious, but after sweeping it with his Divine Sense, his expression became a little strange.

He didn't feel the fluctuations of a Magical Artifact's Restriction; why did it feel like an ordinary object?

No, no, no, he must have felt wrong; this should be a spiritual item that conceals itself.

Perhaps he had been too weak recently, his Divine Soul power had declined, and his Divine Sense had also become somewhat insensitive.

Liu Yunlong, somewhat unwilling, swept it with his Divine Sense again.

Still an ordinary object.

Again!

Hmph! Still not revealing your true form!

After several attempts, Liu Yunlong's Face finally darkened.

He was sure now; this was not some self-concealing spiritual item at all, this was just a large bell made of ordinary iron.

Don't ask him how he knew; just a light poke with his Divine Sense created a hole in the bell!

What the hell is this if not ordinary iron!

He felt like a clown, being played for a fool!

Lu Ming looked at Liu Yunlong's darkened Face and knew he had finally realized it.

He looked at Liu Yunlong like he was an idiot, sneering,

“Chief Liu, I’m giving you a bell [ Send a clock, sòng zhōng], do you like it?”

Boom—

“You brat, how dare you!”

Liu Yunlong was already somewhat annoyed, and hearing this now, he was like a lit powder keg, instantly unable to hold back.

This person's words had a double meaning; this was not giving him a bell, but rather sending him off to his end [ Farewell, sòng zhōng]!

And everyone else in the arena also realized it, but before they could gloat, a vast Spiritual Pressure crushed down.

Many Cultivators present were low-level Cultivators, unable to withstand it, and many immediately vomited blood and fainted.

The hall immediately became chaotic. Some Cultivators with keen spiritual perception immediately thought that something bad was happening.

The situation here was probably about to change; people might die.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator's rage was no small matter; this place was not suitable for a long stay, they should flee!

“He’s gone mad, he’s gone mad! The Chief of the Poisonous Dragon Gang has gone mad, everyone run, if you don’t run now, you’ll die here!”

Someone in the crowd shouted, and the already tense crowd could no longer hold back, surging towards the main entrance.

“Stop! Who allowed you to leave!”

“Whoever dares to leave! Don’t blame me for being impolite!”

The Cultivators of the Poisonous Dragon Gang stepped forward to block them, some had already conjured Magical Artifacts, and some even activated Spells.

“Fellow Daoists, the Poisonous Dragon Gang is trying to silence us by killing. If we don’t get out, we’ll all die here!”

“Bastard, who’s fanning the flames!”