Chapter 18: The Rabbit Mask

Lou Qinghe looked over in the direction of the voice.

The rogue cultivator was short and stocky, but he had a leopard's head and tiger's eyes, with his brows flared in anger, looking like a fierce and wicked god.

It's him!?

Lou Qinghe recognized him at a glance; this man was exactly one of the two who had followed him two months ago.

He had been terrified at the time, to the point where he hadn't even come to the market for half a month.

Just then, the whispering voices of the surrounding rogue cultivators erupted.

"Heh, Liu Yue has his eyes on that guy."

"This stall isn't just for anyone to set up; the newcomer probably doesn't know the rules."

"Liu Yue has the cultivation of Qi Refining Level 4, and that guy isn't deliberately releasing his aura, so he must be a soft persimmon."

"In this world, isn't it all about picking the soft persimmons to squeeze?"

The female cultivator's eyes revealed a trace of panic, and she hurriedly retreated toward the back.

This rogue cultivator looked like a ruthless person at first glance!

Lou Qinghe felt a chill in his heart and, feigning composure, said: "Fellow Daoist, I sell pills; is it possible for me to sell fake pills?"

Without needing the surrounding discussion, just looking at his posture, one could tell this person was no ordinary rogue cultivator; he must have killed people before.

Although Lou Qinghe had ambushed Zhou Lin before, that was, after all, a sneak attack.

And this kind of open, head-on confrontation was his weakness...

Liu Yue stepped forward arrogantly and asked: "I'm asking, is your pill guaranteed to be authentic?"

Is the pill guaranteed to be authentic!?

Do you take me for a melon seller!

In the middle of the crowd, Lou Qinghe could only bite the bullet and say: "Fellow Daoist, you aren't here to buy pills, are you here to deliberately pick a fight?"

"If your pills were real, I would definitely buy them."

Liu Yue took out a blade, toyed with it in front of Lou Qinghe for a few moments, and suddenly slashed at several of the Spirit Gathering Pills.

Clang!

Sparks even appeared on the ground!

The five Spirit Gathering Pills were split directly in two.

What a fast blade!

What a ruthless blade!

Seeing this, many rogue cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, and the timid ones even retreated toward the back.

Liu Yue held the blade and sneered: "Selling such trash pills here!?"

"My pills--!"

Seeing this, Lou Qinghe felt the blood surging in his chest, and his eyes turned blood-red.

Liu Yue pointed triumphantly at the crushed pills and said: "Kid, hand over the pills on you, otherwise this will be your fate."

"You forced me to do this!" Lou Qinghe shouted, then silently recited the incantation for the Fire Control Technique.

At this moment, a heatwave surged and spread toward the surroundings.

Red light illuminated the market.

"Heavens!"

The many rogue cultivators nearby were as if stunned.

Liu Yue also looked up, instantly shocked beyond measure.

Fireball!

Above his head was a gigantic fireball!

In his entire life, he had never seen such a large fireball!

No, what the hell is this, this isn't a fireball!

At this moment, the violent hot wind was blowing from there, making his cheeks ache.

"Boom!"

Liu Yue's mouth was wide open, and just as he wanted to speak, the gigantic fireball had already smashed down.

In an instant!

A scorched patch appeared on the market floor, and Liu Yue had disappeared from the spot, leaving behind only the undamaged magical artifacts and Spirit Stones on the ground.

Liu Yue left very peacefully!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Lou Qinghe scrambled to pick up the remaining items on the ground, rolled up his stall, and fled the market as if running for his life.

The surrounding rogue cultivators all had their mouths wide open, as if petrified.

Even after Lou Qinghe disappeared, many people still hadn't come to their senses.

A mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator was gone in the blink of an eye?

Not even ashes or a corpse remained?

Was this all forced by Liu Yue!?

A long time later, the sound of discussion swept out like a tide, and the market was in an uproar.

"Liu... Liu Yue is dead!?"

"My god! Was that the Fireball Technique!?"

"That was clearly a Fireball Bomb!"

"In the future, absolutely do not provoke that person wearing the rabbit mask."

"Right, even if it's a rabbit, you should stay far away."

"Phew!"

Lou Qinghe, having run out of the market, was panting heavily.

His heart was still trembling violently.

This was his first time fighting someone, and also his first time killing someone in public.

Terror, fear... these emotions were almost non-existent; what remained was only an irrepressible excitement.

Previously, he had upheld the principle that it was better to avoid trouble than to cause it, and he mostly endured when bullied by others; this was also the status quo for most of the bottom-tier Literary Cultivation Sect.

But today, that Liu Yue had actually chopped up the Spirit Gathering Pills he had worked so hard to refine.

Five Spirit Gathering Pills, that was fifteen Low-grade Spirit Stones.

Equivalent to more than a year's rent, over 150 catties of Spirit Rice...

"If you can't endure it, there's no need to endure it anymore!"

"You must know, even a rabbit will bite when pushed to the limit."

A long time later, Lou Qinghe came to his senses, recalling the day Liu Yue and a scar-faced man had followed him.

"That man is named Liu Yue, and he counts as a scourge in the market; that scar-faced man often hangs out with him, so his whereabouts should be easy to find."

Lou Qinghe gritted his teeth and said: "If you don't pull up the weeds by the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze; in order to completely resolve the trouble..."

He didn't like trouble, so he always liked to nip it in the bud.

At dusk.

Shili Street, Wine Workshop.

Usually, the outskirts of the city were wine workshops, where low-grade spirit wine was sold; it was also a place for most bottom-tier rogue cultivators to play and kill time.

Only the Outer City had restaurants, where there were fine brews of the second grade and above.

The scar-faced man walked out, his face flushed, stumbling, with a jar of spirit wine in his hand.

Ever since the Longmen Market lost its constraints, he had been living quite comfortably.

Not long ago, he killed the fishmonger on Shili Street, and that night he even slept with the fishmonger's Dao companion.

The fresh taste of it hadn't even faded over these past few days.

Thinking of that plump figure and that fair flesh, a wicked smile appeared on the scar-faced man's lips: "Hehehe... after this spirit wine goes down tonight, I'll perform the Golden Dragon Probing the Cave, using both methods at once..."

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, as if a ball of fire had started burning in his abdomen.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

Against the twilight light, the scar-faced man couldn't see what the person looked like, so he let out a drunken hiccup and said: "Fellow Daoist, you're blocking the way."

"Your name is Chang Wei, right?"

"I am, who are you?"

"Do you know Liu Yue?"

"Of course I know him, he's my brother."

The scar-faced man said with some impatience.

"He's dead, I killed him."

Lou Qinghe said with a dark face: "I was afraid you would seek revenge, so I came early; all of this was forced by him---!"

Upon hearing this, the scar-faced man seemed to sober up instantly: "What are you doing!?"

What Lou Qinghe answered him with was a fireball!

Even though the scar-faced man had the cultivation of Qi Refining Level 5, his heart shook wildly at this moment upon seeing the fireball.

Because the fireball was too big, as if a small sun had appeared before him.

Borrowing the red light of the fireball, he saw the person opposite him.

It was a person wearing a rabbit mask.

Then the person became smaller and smaller; no, it was the fireball getting closer and closer.

In just a blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Chang Wei.

His pupils were filled with fire-red light.

---No!

---I don't want revenge!

---He has nothing to do with me!

The scar-faced man's heart roared wildly!

But the fireball swallowed him directly, and the ground turned into scorched earth.

Lou Qinghe picked up the remaining items on the ground, leaped, and disappeared from the spot.

It was as if the wind had never blown.

And it was as if the person had never been there.

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