Chapter 176

176. Chapter 176: Spoils of War (Celebrating for the Alliance Leader of the Southern Kingdom of the Holy Domain)

"Yes!"

The old man looked solemn. After verifying the true transmission token, he immediately took out a box from under the counter and handed it to Fang Xing.

In his heart, however, he sighed; the true transmission sword child of the sect was indeed acting recklessly.

After this time, he would probably have to pack up and run.

Fang Xing took the wooden box, looked at the bright yellow talisman pasted on it, and seeing that the talisman was intact, nodded inwardly and took out another talisman from his storage bag.

After inputting a trace of magic power, the cinnabar ink on this talisman immediately erupted with bright radiance, linking one by one with the strokes on the wooden box's talisman, forming the image of a crimson tiger-headed lock.

Crack!

The tiger head roared, and the large lock disintegrated with a bang.

This is a *Si Tian Jian Sect* secret technique; without this talisman of the same origin, the wooden box could not be opened at all.

If forced open, it would only cause it to self-destruct.

Fang Xing opened the wooden box and saw a piece of red-yellow crystal inside.

Inside this crystal, a violent and scorching *Gang Qi* was firmly sealed.

"Not bad, not bad... it really is *Solar True Gang*."

He checked it and was very satisfied with it.

*Solar True Gang* is harder to find than many evil spirits because it comes from above the nine heavens!

It is only occasionally that a wisp or a thread penetrates the nine-heaven *Gang* wind layer and falls into the cultivation world.

To obtain it, one probably needs at least the strength of a *Jia Dan* master.

'It seems the *Si Tian Jian Sect* has deployed quite a bit of power in the *Zheng Kingdom*?'

'But this has nothing to do with me. With this item... it is enough to let my true self ascend to *Martial Way Jin Dan*.'

Although one can condense a *Martial Way Jin Dan* without the universe's yin-yang aura, the foundation would be weaker.

Fang Xing would certainly not do that.

Furthermore, his credits in the main universe had long been exhausted. In the military camp, he was not diligent in tasks, only maintaining the basic monthly requirement, and his military merits were equally scarce, with most being used to purchase martial arts secret medicines.

Since there was a channel in the cultivation world, his true self in the main world couldn't be bothered to care.

The remaining military merit credits could just be used to exchange for a mansion and a private spaceship!

Anyway, let the clone suffer a bit; the true self remains carefree.

'No... I am the true self now, my consciousness is one... I am working hard here, what's wrong with the true self enjoying it a little?'

'Besides, this *Zheng Kingdom* is weak as hell, just right for testing my sword!'

Fang Xing obtained the *Solar True Gang* and was in a great mood.

Originally, he thought there might be twists and turns in this matter, such as the *Solar True Gang* being coveted and held back by some immortal second generation.

Or the old shopkeeper playing tricks, requiring him to complete some task before handing over the *Solar True Gang*.

This is the plot in most storybooks.

If that were really the case, he would definitely not say a word and just draw his sword and kill!

Kill until heads roll, making the people behind the scenes voluntarily offer up the *Solar True Gang*!

Anyway, he is a sword cultivator, and sword cultivators have this kind of persona!

Unexpectedly, everything went smoothly.

"You did well!"

Fang Xing looked at the old shopkeeper, his expression becoming much gentler, and threw a high-grade spirit stone over: "This place might have been exposed, or it might not... you leave first. With me here, within three hours, not even a bird will be able to fly out of this *Qingyan Market*!"

Since this old shopkeeper had done him a service, he naturally didn't mind rewarding him.

One high-grade spirit stone is ten thousand low-grade spirit stones; ordinary *Qi Condensation* cultivators never see so many spirit stones in their entire lives, which is enough to compensate for all the other party's losses.

Then, naturally, it was to sit in the market and give the other party some time to escape.

Although the *Zheng Kingdom* sects might not dare to be so crazy as to take action against the *Si Tian Jian Sect*'s secret agents, if they had defected to the southern demonic path, that might not be the case.

"Thank you, senior!"

The old shopkeeper's expression carried a trace of gratitude, and he pulled the shop assistant: "Let's go!"

He was truly extremely decisive, not even wanting his family assets.

Fang Xing looked with slight admiration as the old man took the shop assistant, who should have had some blood relation, and ran out of the market, immediately boarding a paper kite magic tool to fly away, and couldn't help but nod.

He came to the market gate, and where his divine sense covered, a voice rang out: "The *Qingyan Market* is closed for three hours. Those who refuse to obey... die!"

Boom!

At the same time, the magic power belonging to his *Early Foundation Establishment* stage erupted, causing the *Qi Condensation* cultivators' expressions to change drastically, falling into chaos.

In such a small market, most of the people coming and going are *Qi Condensation* cultivators; it is already quite remarkable to have a *Foundation Establishment* cultivator sitting in charge.

How would the *Qi Condensation* cultivators at the market gate dare to pull the whiskers of a *Foundation Establishment* great cultivator? They immediately retreated into the market, closing their doors tightly, fearing they would bring disaster upon themselves.

"Which fellow Daoist is this? Coming to my *Qingyan Market* to cause trouble?"

Whoosh!

A streak of emerald escape light appeared from the center of the market. Inside was an old man in green robes with an ebony hairpin. Although his appearance was quite good, he was only an *Early Foundation Establishment* cultivator.

At this moment, he was holding a wooden array disk, and a *Second Rank* array rose up, resembling a large green bowl inverted, sealing the entire market.

"This old man is *Sang Lvliu* of the *Sanye Sect*! I don't know where the fellow Daoist is from?"

Seeing Fang Xing's very young appearance, the old man's heart shifted, his tone becoming very polite, not daring to offend this suspected genius from a major force too much.

"I am... *Si Tian Jian Sect* true transmission sword child—Fang Xing!"

Fang Xing carried his hands behind his back and directly reported his background.

Hiding his tracks and acting quickly before was to ensure the *Solar True Gang* was not lost.

Now that the item was in hand, there were no taboos.

Fang Xing directly reported his name; anyway, *Master Duanjian* didn't say how to investigate.

Secret investigation is investigation, and being open and aboveboard is also investigation!

He actually wanted to see, who would dare to jump out?

This is a strategy of beating the grass to scare the snake, and by the way, he, the big target, has jumped out himself, so I'm afraid no one will pay attention to that old shopkeeper anymore.

"Actually a *Si Tian Jian Sect* true transmission? Closing the market? Could it be that some peddler dared to pass off inferior goods as superior to deceive the true transmission?"

Hearing that Fang Xing was a true transmission of a *Nascent Soul* major sect, *Sang Lvliu* immediately became respectful, hurriedly cupped his hands in salute, and then became furious: "This old man will immediately order the law enforcement team to carefully examine every cultivator in the market... we must find the person the true transmission wants, skin them, pull their tendons, and light their soul as a sky lantern!"

His eyes were a bit red; if the *Sanye Sect* offended a *Si Tian Jian Sect* true transmission because of this matter, he would truly have the heart to slice that cultivator into a thousand pieces.

"You are quite clever, but who could deceive me?"

Fang Xing smiled, and suddenly his voice grew louder, audible from near and far: "I am ordered by the sect master to come and investigate whether the three major sects of the *Zheng Kingdom* are colluding with the demonic path... Now I suspect that there are demonic cultivators hidden in your market, so I am closing it for three hours to inspect. Do you have any objections?"

Stared at by him, *Sang Lvliu* hurriedly shook his head, and then wished he could cut off his own ears.

What did he hear?

The *Si Tian Jian Sect* is investigating whether the three major sects are colluding with the demonic path?

There might be demonic cultivators hidden in his own market?

This, if one is not careful, is a disaster that could collapse the sky and sink the earth!

'Is this child really a *Si Tian Jian Sect* true transmission? Could he be a lunatic? Just shouting it out like this?'

*Sang Lvliu*'s eyes rolled, stroking the array disk, and he even gave birth to a trace of murderous intent.

When people are pushed to a dead end, they always have the idea of giving it a try.

Of course, with so many people now, silencing them wouldn't be of much use.

As for why he wanted to silence them? Naturally, because this matter was too big, and the *Sanye Sect* didn't want to be involved at all.

If killing Fang Xing could completely extricate them from this matter, the *Sanye Sect* would probably come out in full force; cultivators have never lacked the courage to fight for their lives!

Alas...

*Sang Lvliu* immediately hid his many thoughts deeply, bowed, and saluted: "This old man will definitely do his best to assist the true transmission... but I don't know, does the true transmission have a token?!"

He wasn't a fool either, and immediately doubted Fang Xing's identity.

"Do you recognize this?"

Fang Xing casually threw his true transmission disciple token over.

*Sang Lvliu* checked it, and the last trace of luck in his heart dissipated. He said in a deep voice: "Law enforcement team, immediately seal the market. Anyone who dares to escape... kill without mercy!"

In the *Qingyan Market*, there was a scene of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The law enforcement team checked the cultivators one by one. No demonic cultivators were found, but quite a few notorious robbers on the wanted list were discovered.

These *Qi Condensation* level robbers were trapped within the *Second Rank* array, with no way to heaven and no door to earth, and could only fight with the law enforcement team.

Various sounds of explosions and magic tools clashing came one after another.

"Good tea..."

Fang Xing sat at the top of an eight-story pavilion in the center of the market, with a peaceful look on his face, tasting a cup of spirit tea.

"The tea species for this tea was originally ordinary, but later it was transplanted onto the sect's *Second Rank* spirit vein, and after being cross-bred and selected by generations of tea lovers, we have this 'Sanye Tea' species."

*Sang Lvliu* was full of smiles: "If Fang true transmission likes it, this old man will give you a few pounds..."

"Thank you."

Fang Xing didn't feel embarrassed at all. After tasting a few pieces of spirit cake, a graceful female cultivator walked over quickly: "Founder... the market has been cleared, thirteen cultivators were killed, and there are twenty-seven people who cannot prove their identities... I don't know how to decide?"

"The market is a mix of fish and dragons, making the fellow Daoist laugh." *Sang Lvliu* apologized to Fang Xing with a salute.

In fact, the market allowing various robbers to sell stolen goods is basically an unwritten rule.

If they really couldn't tolerate sand in their eyes, they would only be driven out by bad money, gradually becoming inferior to other markets in competition, and then declining.

"No matter..."

Fang Xing took out a mirror like black jade from his storage bag: "This is the *Demon-Illuminating Mirror*, which is *Second Rank High Grade*... ordinary demonic cultivators' demonic energy is hard to hide. You go and illuminate them; if there is nothing, you can let them go..."

"Yes!"

The female cultivator held the *Demon-Illuminating Mirror* with both hands, not knowing what to do.

*Sang Lvliu* stood up and smiled bitterly: "In the market, besides this old man, I'm afraid no one can activate this spirit tool. I'd better go and see for myself..."

In his heart, he was full of envy for the true transmission disciples of major sects.

Even he didn't have this *Second Rank High Grade* spirit tool; one piece was almost comparable to his entire net worth.

For a true transmission disciple of a *Nascent Soul* major sect, however, it was something he could take out casually.

'Although this matter is troublesome, it is also an opportunity. If I can hook up with the *Si Tian Jian Sect*, a *Nascent Soul* major sect, what is a mere *Qingxuan Sect*?'

*Sang Lvliu*'s thoughts shifted, and he immediately revealed a trace of a smile: "This old man is going to examine the demonic cultivators. Qing'er, you take good care of this honored guest..."