Chapter 2373: Did I Pierce the Heavens?

Faced with Tianxing Lao Ren's inquiry, this loose cultivator, completely bewildered, replied, "What canteen? What Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng?"

During this time, they haven't even been to Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng, so what would the people of Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng be doing attacking them?

But as soon as he said that, Tianxing Lao Ren was taken aback—"Not from the canteen or Thus English: Thus English: Dengtianxiancheng? Then who are they?"

But before he could think further, the immortal boat's shaking grew more violent, and the attackers outside became even more ferocious.

It seemed they intended to destroy the immortal boat entirely.

Seeing that the formation on the immortal boat could barely hold, Tianxing Lao Ren didn't have time to think further; he immediately strode out of the cabin onto the deck and said in a deep voice.

"Fellow cultivator, what do you mean by this?"

At that moment, more than ten cultivators from the same sect blocked the immortal boat's path ahead, wielding magical artifacts and continually attacking it.

Hearing Tianxing Lao Ren's words, the leading middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked.

"Are you Tianxing Lao Ren?"

Huh???

Hearing that, Tianxing Lao Ren frowned. "How does he know me?"

He was certain he didn't know this guy; he couldn't tell from their clothing which faction they belonged to, yet the other person blurted out his name outright.

This made Tianxing Lao Ren suspicious and increasingly puzzled.

Seeing Tianxing Lao Ren's silence, the middle-aged man immediately understood the answer and couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, finally I've found you, old thing. Hand over the dry rations, and I'll give you a quick death."

"Are you here for the dry rations?"

Hearing that, Tianling Lao Ren's eyes widened. "They're not from the canteen, yet they've come for the dry rations."

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man looked at Tianxing Lao Ren as if he were an idiot and said.

"Nonsense."

They've come all this way, rushing here—could it be for anything other than the dry rations? Or perhaps for the treasures on these loose cultivators?

What valuables could these loose cultivators possibly have that they'd want?

Upon learning their purpose, Tianxing Lao Ren quickly formed a plan.

Handing over the dry rations is out of the question; moreover, even if they did, judging from the middle-aged man's tone, he wouldn't let them go.

If that's the case, then all that's left is to fight it out.

Thinking this through, Tianxing Lao Ren no longer hesitated; he struck out with a sudden palm, catching the middle-aged man off guard.

However, as an expert of the Ancient Immortal Realm, he paid no heed to Tianxing Lao Ren, whose cultivation was only at the Immortal Venerable Realm.

A flash of mockery and ridicule crossed his eyes as he spoke coldly.

"You're asking to die."

A bunch of ants dare to resist? He immediately threw a punch that shattered Tianxing Lao Ren's palm imprint.

As the two sides clashed, Tianxing Lao Ren also shouted loudly.

"Come on together, or we'll all die."

Under Tianxing Lao Ren's roar, his many following loose cultivators, and even some who didn't understand what was going on, rushed straight at the middle-aged man and his group.

They were all loose cultivators, naturally aware of how much those sect disciples despised them.

At this point, if they wanted to survive, the loose cultivators felt there was only one path: to fight desperately.

In an instant, numerous loose cultivators surged from all directions, their eyes flashing with a ruthless gleam.

But against this, the middle-aged man and his dozen or so companions remained completely unfazed.

In the Immortal Realm, sheer ferocity is useless; there are plenty of fierce people, but what truly matters is strength.

After just a single exchange, as expected, more than a dozen of those loose cultivators fell dead on the spot.

The strength gap was too great; they were hardly a match for even a single clash.

Perhaps only Tianxing Lao Ren and a few others still had the strength for one fight.

But as the leader, when the many loose cultivators rushed forward to fight to the death, Tianxing Lao Ren's first reaction was to flee.

Come on, he's lived this long by relying on what? Nothing but a clear head.

What kind of showdown is this? Fighting with what? It's utterly ridiculous.

If not now, when else should he run? At times like this, it's every cultivator for himself—"may my fellow cultivators die, not me."

"Run."

He greeted those close to him nearby, turned and ran without looking back, without a hint of hesitation.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man also wanted to give chase, cutting down several loose cultivators along the way.

But Tianxing Lao Ren's escape speed truly exceeded his expectations.

That old thing's identity is simply outrageously powerful.

With a single flicker, he vanished without a trace.

What's more, aside from his movement technique, Tianxing Lao Ren had cultivated a superb concealment-breath art; as his figure disappeared, even his aura dissipated completely, leaving nothing to detect.

However, in the blink of an eye they lost sight of Tianxing Lao Ren, and the middle-aged man, unwilling to give up, pursued in the opposite direction from where that old thing had vanished.

As for the other side, on the battlefield, as Tianxing Lao Ren led people away, the other loose cultivators naturally scattered like birds and beasts.

With the big brother who led them gone, they had no spirit left to fight desperately.

Everyone just wanted to preserve their lives; in a moment, the many loose cultivators who had braced themselves to fight to the death fled in all directions.

The youth who had previously looted the canteen also mixed into the crowd and fled madly.

However, his luck was decent; no one pursued him from behind, so they truly got away.

Along the way, a total of seven loose cultivators managed to escape with the youth; they didn't know how far they'd gone, but only after repeatedly confirming that no sect experts were chasing them from behind did they finally ease their pace.

At that moment, among the seven, the leading woman gazed at the youth with icy eyes, her voice laced with killing intent as she spoke.

"You're courting death, dragging us along, and you even dare to rob the Canteen, you idiot."

"I……………………………"

Hearing that, the youth felt aggrieved; he truly had no idea—he had only thought his father liked the food at this shop, so he snatched it on impulse, never expecting to stir up such a huge trouble.

But before the youth could speak, a beautiful woman suddenly appeared in midair, speaking in an indifferent tone.

"Are you lot with Tianxing Lao Ren? Then who has the dry rations?"

"Run."

Without another word, the seven fled in panic; this beautiful woman also possessed Ancient Immortal Realm cultivation, and her first words were to ask about the dry rations—clearly she, too, had come for the Canteen.

They had just escaped, only to be blocked again; feeling utterly stifled, they had no other choice but to break out and flee.

The youth's speed was not slow either; he even wisely knew to split up, increasing their chances of survival.

But as he ran, the youth felt like crying without tears, not knowing why things had turned out this way.

He had merely snatched a restaurant with his companions—why would it attract so many experts' pursuit? He was just a lowly lone cultivator.

Has he pierced the heavens? To receive such treatment, to be stared down by so many experts.