Chapter 243: Ming Jianzi Doubts Life

Isn't that Ming Jianzi of the Spirit Sword Sect?

Ming Jianzi lost his composure, immediately straightened his posture, nodded, and said, "I am he; I don't know who you are, senior."

Senior, not fellow cultivator—here we can tell who is stronger.

For the Strong One, when age and identity are unknown, no matter how young they look or what they appear like, one must address them as senior—this is the rule of the cultivation world, because after condensing the elixir, a person's appearance can change and become younger; many old monsters like to appear as children or youngsters to paralyze enemies.

Everyone who's been around the martial world knows this rule; Ming Jianzi is no exception, his attitude respectful, even more so than Jing Yuheng and Zhuge Ruolan—disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect naturally revere the Strong One, and as long as you are stronger than them, they will surely respect you.

That's probably also a trait of the Spirit Sword Sect—those weaker than him naturally won't catch his eye.

Sword cultivators are mostly like that—very aloof.

I'm just a nobody—didn't I save you today?

Ming Jianzi blinked, thought it over, indeed so, and nodded his head.

Chen Chuyang immediately laughed: "You see, I'm your lifesaver; asking for some compensation is only reasonable, right?"

Ming Jianzi answered without hesitation: "Yes."

Chen Chuyang's smile widened; this Ming Jianzi is easy to fool—this works better, saving him a lot of time.

"Ming Jianzi, how does the Spirit Sword Sect repay its benefactors?"

Step by step, securing each advance; progressing gradually.

Jing Yuheng heard that, covered her forehead, turned away, not wanting to see Chen Chuyang's expression or watch his performance, fearing she couldn't help but curse; she had seen this person's persuasive abilities before and knew how formidable he was.

Zhuge Ruolan did the same, turning her back on them.

Both of them pricked up their ears, eavesdropping.

They were both annoyed and angry.

"Reporting to senior, the Spirit Sword Sect's way of repaying favors differs from other sects; we value spontaneity, doing as we please—generally, repaying kindness means giving some compensation, or..."

Ming Jianzi wiped his sword, a cold light flashing.

"Or what?" Chen Chuyang asked.

Ming Jianzi glanced at Chen Chuyang, then said lightly, "Strive to become strong, then kill your benefactor."

"What?" Chen Chuyang thought he'd misheard, hurriedly asking again, "What did you say?"

Ming Jianzi gave a wicked smile: "Kill your benefactor."

"Using my sword to kill the benefactor is the greatest respect we sword cultivators can show."

Is this respect, you sure you're not joking?

Or are you saying you want to kill me?

Who's ever heard of such a way to repay kindness? Unheard of.

Chen Chuyang turned to ask the Heishanyang; the Heishanyang pondered for a long time, then shook its head: "I've never heard of this rule either."

Then he looked at Jing Yuheng.

Jing Yuheng knew full well this was Ming Jianzi's tactic—this move is awesome.

That he could think of this—no wonder he's Ming Jianzi, the future pillar of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Zhuge Ruolan's eyes widened; she had never heard of this rule, but just now…

After taking a deep look at Ming Jianzi, Zhuge Ruolan compared herself to him and felt there was quite a gap.

"So many people want to kill me; you, in this lifetime, could never catch up to me."

"Even less could you kill me, Ming Jianzi—I'm not underestimating you; in this world, whoever I surpass, no one can… catch up to me."

Ming Jianzi: "…"

Jing Yuheng: "…"

Zhuge Ruolan: "…"

Heishanyang: "…"

The three persons and one goat fell into collective silence; although they wanted to retort, they couldn't.

At least, for now they cannot retort.

Chen Chuyang reached out: "Enough, stop pretending—quickly hand over whatever valuables you have on you, or I won't mind giving you a hand."

You wanna die?

Ming Jianzi fell silent for a moment, took out a storage bag, intending to pull out some valuables to give Chen Chuyang.

Before he could open the storage bag, Chen Chuyang snatched it away.

"Wait, this isn't…?"

Chen Chuyang held the storage bag and said, "Undo your soul seal."

Ming Jianzi took a deep breath and obediently undid it.

It would only take a second for him to send himself to the afterlife.

Between death and treasure, he chose to live.

Chen Chuyang inspected the storage bag; there was plenty inside. Don't let this Ming Jianzi's foolish appearance fool you—he really has a lot, far more than Zhuge Ruolan, very wealthy; no wonder he's a disciple of a major sect, he's just different.

"Not bad, plenty of stuff—Ming Jianzi, I didn't expect you to be so wealthy."

Ming Jianzi couldn't smile: "Senior, these trifles of mine aren't worthy of your eyes; if you want them, just consider them my filial offering to you."

Not offering filial respect won't do.

Once something ends up in Chen Chuyang's hands, getting it back is impossible.

Just look at Jing Yuheng and Zhuge Ruolan's expressions—you can tell they're miserable; they definitely hide secrets, surely having been robbed once.

"You're very filial, I'm satisfied."

Ming Jianzi let out a breath: "As long as you're satisfied, senior; please don't disdain this junior's small token."

"That's it?"

"Ah?"

"Take out your things, you still have two storage bags on you—don't hide them, you can't hide them." Chen Chuyang pointed at Ming Jianzi's waist; the other two storage bags don't look like storage bags, they're sewn into his clothes, showing no seam.

Those who don't know would mistake them for bags; in fact, they are storage bags, two of them.

Worn close to the body, one glance tells they're treasures.

"These aren't storage bags, senior." Ming Jianzi retorted, steeling himself.

Chen Chuyang reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Plop."

His knees bent, and he knelt down.

Chen Chuyang lowered his head: "I don't like people looking me in the eye."

"I also don't like others contradicting me; I tell you what to do, you do it—if there's a next time, you can go die."

Killing intent enveloped Ming Jianzi; he saw a towering killing intent, he saw a sky‑filled sea of blood.

It seemed as if the person before him truly wanted to kill him.

Not just empty words.

"Senior, here you go."

Ming Jianzi, gritting his teeth, handed over the storage bags; he had only ever robbed others, never expecting the tides to turn—today it was his turn.

"That's right—wise times make heroes; you're smart, Ming Jianzi."

Chen Chuyang opened the two storage bags and moved all the treasures inside.

The three empty storage bags were placed back in his palm.

"Rest assured, I won't take everything—I'll give the storage bags back to you; next time, remember to fill them."

Ming Jianzi: "……"

"I'd rather not have been given the storage bags—this is just another robbery."

At this moment, Ming Jianzi understood why Jing Yuheng and Zhuge Ruolan didn't want to see this man.

He really is a freak—robbing these wounded people just for money.

Or rather, robbing them while they're down.

This is utterly lacking in thief's honor.