Chapter 16

"Dajiang Gang business, bystanders get lost!"

A sharp shout exploded in the night sky.

Luo Chen was stunned, then overjoyed.

Right, right, right!

I am a bystander!

Carrying his snake-skin bags, he couldn't wait to walk into the dark alley nearby.

He was retreating while running.

His gaze remained fixed on those four people, fearing they might casually launch an attack at him.

Under his observation, he realized the four people were not together.

Clearly, three cultivators were surrounding the man closest to him.

Due to the night and his back being turned, Luo Chen didn't know what expression was on the man's face.

However, after the man spoke, he could roughly guess the other party's complexion.

Simply because he was very familiar with the person being surrounded.

Wang Yuan!

"Li Zixiong, you know what I do. Are you sure you want to stop me?"

"Stop you? Kill you! You, Wang Yuan, are just a piece of trash handling dirty work for the Poshan Gang. Don't think anyone is actually afraid of you!"

"Kill me? With just you and these two pieces of trash at the fifth level of Qi Refining?"

"Enough, do it!"

With a roar, the battle erupted instantly.

And a certain bystander had already retreated into the dark alley.

Luo Chen's heart pounded, his face flushed, as if he were the one fighting.

In reality, it was just the rare sight of a cultivator brawl that made him overly nervous.

He knew of the Dajiang Gang and the Poshan Gang.

The Dahe Market was established by the Yuding Sword Sect, and its main management consisted of experts from that sect.

Aside from the Yuding Sword Sect's own businesses, the various trades within the market were composed of the other five top sects of the six domains.

But a large market with tens of thousands of rogue cultivators would inevitably have a complex structure.

Especially with the resource-rich Million Great Mountains of the Eastern Wilderness nearby, even picking up scraps was enough to make rogue cultivators live very comfortably.

Thus, over many years of operation, three forces that could not be underestimated had emerged in the Dahe Market.

Leaving aside the visiting Lianyun Chamber of Commerce.

The Poshan Gang, which lived off the mountains; most rogue cultivators entering the mountains to hunt would join them.

They huddled together for warmth, formed teams to kill monsters, and killing others to seize their treasures was not out of the question.

And the Dajiang Gang, which lived off the Lancang River; the benefits brought by that great river were, in some respects, not inferior to the Poshan Gang at all.

The two sides seemed to mind their own business.

But where there are people, there is conflict.

Various frictions and fights were not uncommon.

This time, Luo Chen witnessed it with his own eyes.

Of course, through the conflict during the day and the dialogue just now, Luo Chen roughly understood some of the truth.

Although this battle had the underlying cause of the long-standing discord between the two gangs, it had more to do with the magic treasures Wang Yuan was selling.

It was highly likely that the original owners of those blood-stained treasures were members of the Dajiang Gang, very likely relatives or friends of Li Zixiong.

Huddled in the alley, Luo Chen held his breath.

He had the urge to see the battle outside, but after a moment's thought, he decisively walked toward another small path home.

That kind of battle was not something he could participate in.

Watching the show could easily cost one their life.

"It's just a bit unfair to the kindness of Wang Ge lending me books during the day."

Luo Chen was not an ungrateful person, but with his third-level Qi Refining strength, risking his life to help would likely just be a hindrance.

So, slipping away was the priority!

A few minutes later, Luo Chen drilled into another alley.

If he remembered correctly, past this alley was a small forest, and after passing through that forest, he would be very close to home.

Just as he intended to put in some effort to hurry, a whistling wind came from behind.

Luo Chen turned his head abruptly, saw the figure in the moonlight, and then quickly hid behind the corner of the alley, concealing his figure.

It was one of the two fifth-level Qi Refining cultivators.

He seemed to be searching for something, flying with wind control two or three meters off the ground while looking around.

The night wind blowing in from outside the alley carried a faint scent of blood.

"This person is injured!"

"Heavy breathing, seriously injured."

"Looking at his search, it seems Wang Ge escaped the encirclement."

"As expected of someone who licks blood from a blade every day, he could heavily injure an enemy while one-on-three and still escape calmly."

With countless thoughts in his mind, Luo Chen only hoped the other party would leave quickly.

However, some things often do not go as one wishes.

"Damn bastard, I told you to get lost, yet you still ran into my hands."

Before the words fell.

Whoosh!

In the moonlight, a black shadow flew over like lightning.

"Since I can't kill Wang Yuan, I'll vent this anger on you!"

The black shadow was fast and urgent; Luo Chen had no time to react.

He hastily activated the protective shield of his tattered magic robe, and his low-grade magic sword was barely drawn.

Clang!

Rip!

The sword broke, the light shield shattered, and the black shadow instantly entered his body!

Chen Xiao deactivated his wind control and landed on the ground, staggering.

He had a huge wound on his shoulder and was seriously injured, to the point that even the scent of blood could not be masked.

Flying to this point, he knew he was no longer fit to continue chasing Wang Yuan.

Just right, there was a third-level Qi Refining cultivator hiding nearby; in his heavily injured state, the other party could very likely threaten his safety.

Thus, the always sinister Chen Xiao rose up instantly, not giving the other party any time to react.

And the result, as he expected.

"Even Wang Yuan couldn't defend against my Soul-Breaking Nail; you, a mere third-level Qi Refining cultivator, dying by its hand can be considered worth it."

Pfft!

After saying this, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

This place is not suitable for staying long; search for spoils first, then leave quickly!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a burst of firelight entered his vision.

"Not dead?"

Boom!

He reacted extremely quickly, instantly activating the defensive shield on his magic robe.

However, after the firelight exploded, another huge fireball smashed over.

It wasn't just one fireball; almost at the same time the fireball exploded, a continuous stream of fireballs behind it made him feel almost desperate.

"How is this possible!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

It was too fast, giving no room to breathe at all.

Almost without any pause, twenty fireballs were smashed out like a string of cannonballs.

Chen Xiao was at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and the magic robe on his body was only a low-grade middle-tier item.

Its defensive performance was considered quite good, but it had already been slashed open by Wang Yuan when he broke through the encirclement during the day.

Now, caught off guard and smashed by twenty fireballs, it collapsed before even the third one.

By the end, the fireballs were no longer smashing a person, but a piece of charcoal.

Luo Chen leaned against the wall, his face pale, his whole body trembling.

A man has no intention to harm the tiger, but the tiger has the intention to harm the man.

He didn't want any conflict, but the other party wanted his life!

If the other party's magic power hadn't been nearly exhausted and his state hadn't been so poor.

If he hadn't always maintained a sense of caution and used his magic sword and robe to block the initial attack of the black shadow in the shortest time possible.

He would be dead by now.

"You deserve to die, you really deserve to die!"

Luo Chen gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up.

On his abdomen, there was a hole the size of a finger.

He could feel something like a nail inside his body, causing him excruciating pain.

Enduring the pain, Luo Chen walked to the piece of charcoal.

The other party had been burned through, and the middle-grade magic robe was tattered to the extreme, no longer showing the brilliance of the day.

He poked it with his broken sword, and Luo Chen's eyes lit up.

"At least some inheritance was left behind."

A pitch-black storage bag was hidden under the tattered magic robe.

Just as he picked up the storage bag, before Luo Chen could be happy, a crackling sound of breaking through the air came from the roof.

Looking up, in the moonlight, a burly man holding a large saber and carrying two heads pounced down like a majestic eagle.