Chapter 142: Desire to Impose a Crime, Why Worry About Lack of Pretext

As the Nine-Colored Chicken King was bought by Miao Wenlun, this auction also entered its final stages, and Yu Changsheng, observing secretly, had a strange expression upon seeing both of his finale spirit beasts bought by disciples of the same peak.

Sun Shihan and Miao Wenlun, both of them had dealings with him, and their beast-taming talents were also top-tier, yet they ended up playing the "unwitting marks"...

"Forget it, if I see them later, I'll treat them a bit better."

Yu Changsheng muttered to himself, shook his head, and didn't mind; it was still that saying — one willing to hit, one willing to take it.

"Thank you all for your patronage; this Qi Yao Auction should now come to an end. When the next one opens, we will notify everyone in advance. Additionally, the shop also has some fine spirit beasts for sale; if there is need, please come by often."

Yu Dahai smiled modestly, respectfully seeing the crowd off, his attitude extremely humble.

Even though Yu Dahai only had a cultivation base of Qi Refining Seventh Layer, no one now dared to treat him with disdain, and so such a scene appeared...

The crowd, bowed out by Yu Dahai bending at the waist, also bowed at the waist to Yu Dahai before departing one after another... quite bizarre and absurd, and it made Yu Dahai secretly delighted.

After tidying up the Auction House, Yu Dahai then came to the rear building of Qiyi Pavilion, his expression excited as he reported to Yu Changsheng.

"Brother Changsheng, this time we've made a killing!"

"This time, not counting the five thousand spirit stones contributed by Chen Ronghua, the auction proceeds alone amounted to twenty-six thousand spirit stones! Even after deducting costs, we can net a clean profit of twenty thousand!"

"If it goes on like this, we're definitely going to strike it rich!"

Even though Yu Changsheng had anticipated it, hearing this figure still made his heart pound uncontrollably, overjoyed beyond expectation.

This comes faster than alchemy?! What are spirit stones? For cultivators, spirit stones are hard currency resources; with spirit stones, cultivation speed naturally becomes faster, and it is also the key to a clan flourishing and growing ever stronger! And for Yu Changsheng, the importance is even more self-evident.

Even though Yu Dahai knew this kind of thing could only happen occasionally, even so it was still a substantial income; he had never seen so many spirit stones in his life, so how could he not be excited?

Of course Yu Changsheng was much calmer than Yu Dahai; after receiving the Storage Bag filled with spirit stones, Yu Changsheng thought for a moment, then took out a portion and handed it to Yu Dahai.

"This portion I'll leave to you to allocate freely; if it's not enough, come ask me for more. Don't be stingy with cultivation either — whatever should be used on you, use it."

"This... alright, many thanks, Brother Changsheng."

A warm current surged through Yu Dahai's heart; he did not refuse, and said gratefully.

"But what about Chen Ronghua's side? This time we severed one of his arms and withheld five thousand spirit stones; he's bound to be unwilling. When he goes back, will he..."

"His side doesn't matter; what's worrisome is his father, Chen Yangzi..."

After hesitating a moment, Yu Dahai voiced his worry.

Although everyone outside is now spreading the rumor that Yu Changsheng is a Golden Core, Yu Dahai knows clearly that this is impossible — Yu Changsheng is only so young.

Once the people outside find out that the so-called Ancestor is actually Yu Changsheng, it will be even more troublesome.

Yu Changsheng pondered for two seconds, then shook his head: "It shouldn't happen. That Chen Yangzi has no reason to come provoke us over this matter; he was in the wrong to begin with."

Yu Changsheng raised an eyebrow and said blandly: "Whether by sentiment or by reason, the justification stands on my side. This time I merely severed one of his arms; with Chen Yangzi's means, reattaching it would require a certain price, but it is not difficult."

"Moreover... a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator. If he dares to come, I'll behead him!"

The last sentence, Yu Changsheng spoke lightly and casually, but the content sent a chill down one's spine.

"A mere Foundation Establishment, behead him!"

Yu Dahai muttered to himself, suddenly shuddering violently, looking at Yu Changsheng with reverence, his gaze gaining a trace of fanaticism. "It's just that afterward there may be many people coming to probe and curry favor; you just find excuses to brush them off vaguely then, don't be too high-profile."

Yu Changsheng continued, laying out for Yu Dahai all the situations they might encounter later, and also informing him of the countermeasures.

Yu Dahai recorded them one by one.

On the other side, in the dense forest outside Yu Fang City, lush and verdant yet concealing killing intent.

Wu Yinglong walked vigilantly and carefully, sometimes pausing to observe, treading lightly, covering up all his aura.

"Where are you going? Wu Yinglong."

At some unknown time, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe blocked Wu Yinglong's path, back against a giant tree, half his form merged into the shadows, looking at Wu Yinglong with mocking eyes, and spoke leisurely.

Wu Yinglong's complexion changed drastically, his expression grave as he looked at the person before him, his footsteps retreating lightly two steps.

"Who are you? What do you want? I, Wu, ask myself — I have no enmity or grievance with you, why do this?"

"No enmity no grievance? I fear you've forgotten. A year ago, while I was out in closed-door cultivation, you killed my only younger brother, and even cruelly wiped out my parents along with him."

"This past year, I've searched for you for a long time, until today, when I finally found you. Wu Yinglong, you made me search hard!"

The black-robed cultivator chuckled lightly, and as he spoke, slowly walked toward Wu Yinglong.

"You're talking nonsense! There was never such a thing! I, Wu, have cultivated my character and nurtured my nature these years, contending with no one, never once committing slaughter. To fabricate charges out of nothing — 'desire to impose a crime, why worry about lack of pretext'?!"

Wu Yinglong laughed in extreme anger.

"You can quibble all you want; whether you killed or not, you know in your own heart. I only know that now, it is time to avenge my grudge and wipe out my hatred."

The black-robed cultivator remained unmoved, speaking flatly.

"You do this, aren't you afraid of Wanxiang Sect holding you accountable?" Wu Yinglong's face turned ashen, ugly, his resentment impossible to conceal.

How could he not know the other party had designs on him? But he had clearly been so careful! As for these excuses, heh, 'desire to impose a crime, why worry about lack of pretext'! "Wanxiang Sect? What relationship does Wanxiang Sect have with you? You're not even a Wanxiang Sect disciple!"

The black-robed cultivator spoke calmly, his footsteps pausing, casually glancing around, seeing no movement, then continuing to walk toward Wu Yinglong. A cold light flashed, and a Treasure Sword appeared in his hand.

"You!"

He naturally knew the other party's purpose, but the other party was a Qi Refining Peak cultivator. Even if he had had some fortuitous encounters in earlier years, his talent was too poor; he had scrambled his way along, and only now barely reached Qi Refining Seventh Layer. What could he use to contend with the other party?

And Yu Fang City is Wanxiang Sect's territory; inside it might be somewhat safer, but once outside it's easy to be targeted.

Thinking of this, Wu Yinglong felt a wave of sorrow in his heart.

"Time for you to be on your way!"

The black-robed cultivator's figure surged, the long sword in his hand thrust forward, Spirit Power covering it, fast as a racing shadow, moving like shocking thunder!

In a split second, the sword pointed at Wu Yinglong, the target precisely his head!

With his Qi Refining Peak strength, and an all-out eruption, Wu Yinglong was fundamentally powerless to resist, not even having the chance to see clearly the other party's sword strike.

In the flash of a spark, Wu Yinglong closed his eyes in despair, a face full of grievance.

(Chapter End)