Chapter 3028: Need to make money!

The two raced all the way, and when they landed outside the canteen, everyone around was dumbfounded, and the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect even showed a strange look.

Indeed, their appearance left everyone unable to help but let their imaginations run wild.

After all, this old ancestor had flown all the way while grabbing Senior Brother Ma's collar, and Senior Brother Ma was now covered in blood; coupled with the current situation of these Xiāntiān rénzú, it all seemed to be connected.

Has this old geezer rebelled?

For a moment, the eyes of many disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect were filled with vigilance, and some had already prepared to strike.

Even their feet couldn't help but move, distancing themselves from their protectors.

As for those Xiāntiān rénzú, their situation was much the same, each looking blankly at their own ancestor.

No, things were fine in the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens; how could they rebel as soon as they arrived in the Immortal Realm? And you didn't even plan ahead before acting.

What's more, they couldn't help but send a mental transmission to this old ancestor.

"Old ancestor, why didn't you give us a heads-up beforehand?"

"You just went ahead and acted without a word, leaving us completely unprepared—what are we supposed to do now?"

"Faced with the subordinates' mental transmission, this old ancestor was also at a loss—what should I say? Do I have to tell you even when I'm eating dry rations? Do I even need to invite you to eat together?"

He curled his lip, but before this old ancestor could figure out what was happening, Qi Xiong and Hong Zun, among others, had already rushed out upon hearing the news.

Upon seeing Senior Brother Ma covered in blood, several people likewise changed expression, their eyes full of vigilance.

As the Sect Master, Qi Xiong stepped forward, his face cold as he asked.

"What do you mean by this?"

The chill in his eyes was utterly undisguised, as if he were about to strike at any second.

Seeing Qi Xiong's demeanor, this old ancestor only then belatedly realized what was going on.

He glanced at Senior Brother Ma, drenched in blood, and the old ancestor quickly smiled.

"No, this isn't what you think it is."

"Then what is it? Please, fellow cultivator, explain clearly."

Qi Xiong, on the other hand, had no patience for pleasantries, still wearing a cold face as he pressed for answers.

"If you can't give a reasonable explanation today, then I'm afraid all these Xiāntiān rénzú present will have to stay."

"We won't necessarily kill them, but at the very least we'll seal their cultivation and keep them under strict supervision."

Qi Xiong had even secretly sent a mental transmission, instructing Hong Zun to notify the Barbarian God Tribe and the Feather God Tribe.

On the other side, a disciple with sharp eyes and quick hands grabbed Senior Brother Ma and pulled him over, and the fellow senior brothers immediately shielded him behind them.

Play is play, chaos is chaos, but at critical moments the disciples of the Dao One Immortal Sect are never vague—the bond between senior brothers is no pretense.

Watching the series of actions by the Dao One Immortal Sect, this old ancestor's mouth twitched, but he hurriedly began to explain.

"I didn't hurt him; earlier, we lost track of the Shíchén, and seeing that we were about to miss the meal, in my haste I brought him along, but my speed was too fast for his cultivation to withstand, hence this."

"It's also my own carelessness—I failed to notice this, which is my fault; but aside from that, I harbor no divided loyalties."

What this old ancestor said was heartfelt, but Qi Xiong and the others naturally wouldn't take his word at face value.

Especially as the strong ones of the Barbarian God Tribe and Feather God Tribe also arrived one after another, they had already begun to encircle these Xiāntiān rénzú.

With the appearance of the Barbarian God Tribe and Feather God Tribe's strong ones, the atmosphere on the field naturally grew increasingly solemn.

The Xiāntiān rénzú were extremely nervous, yet they also readied themselves for action.

Only that old ancestor remained, anxiously explaining.

"It really isn't what you see; I never thought of rebelling—I eat my meals properly every day, I must be crazy to bother with this nonsense."

"Besides, even if I were to rebel, I'd need to plan it—acting like this now is practically suicide."

Meanwhile, as Qi Xiong and the others turned their gaze to Senior Brother Ma, this kid kept his head low and didn't utter a word.

This left the old ancestor dumbfounded—"Hey, you brat, have you gone mute? Speak up!"

He couldn't help but shout.

"Say something—what are you standing there for?"

The old ancestor's intention was merely to have Senior Brother Ma say a couple of words—if you spoke, the matter would be cleared up.

But he refused to utter a single word—you're just screwing us over.

Under the old ancestor's gaze, Senior Brother Ma subtly made a gesture of five.

Seeing this gesture, the old ancestor's face instantly darkened.

Because of their sworn brotherhood, they naturally share a special connection; when together, they can faintly sense each other's thoughts.

What Senior Brother Ma is trying to convey is simple: he wants him to speak up, and to do so he needs extra strength—specifically, fifty more portions of dry rations.

Naturally, the old ancestor was unwilling—"Fifty portions of dry rations? You little brat, you really have the appetite of a lion!"

"You just said yourself that after blood, sweat, and toil—scraping through knife mountains and fire seas—you've barely managed to gather a couple dozen portions of dry rations."

"And now you have the nerve to demand fifty portions just by opening your mouth—if you're so capable, why haven't you managed to get fifty for yourself?"

But given the circumstances, the old ancestor really has no choice.

If this kid doesn't speak, today's matter won't be cleared up.

By then it'll be like mud falling into your pants—whether it's feces or not, it's still a mess.

But just thinking about fifty portions of dry rations gives the old ancestor a headache; as for reneging on the debt, with this kid's ferocious vigor, it's unlikely—after all, he dares to fight to the death with me.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, but time waits for no one, and Qi Xiong and the others were clearly losing patience.

Even Qin Shanhai drew his own guandao, frequently glancing at Qi Xiong beside him.

That feeling was clearly saying.

"Senior Brother, what do you say—shall we cut or not? Just nod, and I'll go up and strike with one blow."

Upon hearing this, the old ancestor's heart turned half-cold; if this kid still doesn't speak, the matter truly won't be cleared up.

Thinking this through, he could only grit his teeth and nod.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the face covered in fresh blood, and Ma Shī xiōng felt a surge of relief in his heart.

Let you eat my rations, damn it; if I don't make you pay back tenfold, where's the justice?

Since the other party had already nodded, Ma Shī xiōng naturally wouldn't just stand by and let the situation continue to develop; he looked up at Qi Xiong, where was there any trace of his earlier silent demeanor?

His eyes bright and full of spirit, he said.

"Sect Master, Elders, you've misunderstood; the senior didn't mean to harm me. We two have gotten along well these past days. Just now, it was indeed the senior who brought me flying. My cultivation is shallow, I couldn't withstand the senior's flying speed, so that's why this happened."

"This is just a misunderstanding, there's really nothing else."

Seeing this kid finally speak, that old ancestor also breathed a sigh of relief.