“You see, that kid up ahead, is he that guy called Mu Jiu?”
Mu Jiuxiao’s actions were witnessed by several Xiantian experts. This group was precisely the sickle-wielding guests previously invited by Li Shuo. Having finished their work these past few days, they now had some Gold Spirit Rice in their hands, so they also came to this market street in a group to stroll around and broaden their horizons.
“Damn it, this kid is really rich! Buying spirit beast meat, buying spirit wine, living quite comfortably!”
“Exactly, damn it! He’s not even a Xiantian expert, just had a better birth background!”
An array of Xiantian experts worked hard for half a month and only exchanged for a few pounds of Gold Spirit Rice, unable to buy anything in this market street. Seeing Mu Jiuxiao actually buying so many things in such grand style, they instantly felt indignant!
“There’s a saying called virtue not matching position. This kid’s parents are both gone. Should we?” A Xiantian expert lightly drew his hand across his throat.
“This is Luoxia Mountain!”
“What about Luoxia Mountain? Would the cultivators on Luoxia Mountain still have time to care about these tenant farmers of theirs?”
Some questioned, some opposed, some grew impatient, wishing to seize everything belonging to Mu Jiuxiao for themselves, especially his Cold Iron Sickle!
Mu Jiuxiao had no idea someone was targeting him. He returned home, happily cooked a meal, and ate quite deliciously with spirit wine.
Spirit wine and spirit meat were so popular not just because of their taste, but even more because of their abundant Spiritual Qi. Eating them greatly benefited cultivation.
After finishing this meal, Mu Jiuxiao sat in meditation for a short while. The growth of Spiritual Qi in his Dantian was equivalent to five hours of his usual bitter cultivation.
“Truly a good thing!”
Mu Jiuxiao sighed to himself. Indeed, people were never satisfied. Originally, he felt that being able to eat spirit rice porridge every day was already happiness, but now, he wanted to eat spirit beast meat every day, and preferably have another pot of good wine!
The common folk today, oh how truly happy.
Rarely eating meat, Mu Jiuxiao was very happy. Unable to stay idle, he sat down at the table again and began drawing talismans.
One sheet, two sheets, three sheets… rest a bit, then draw the fourth sheet!
Today there was great progress. The Spiritual Qi in his body could actually draw four Water Cloud Talismans. Really good!
Counting the seven Water Cloud Talismans by his side, Mu Jiuxiao took his Cold Iron Sickle, lay down on the bed, and went to sleep. Having drunk a little wine today, plus finally breaking through to Qi Condensation first layer, his mood was comfortable, and he slept very soundly.
“This kid lives here?”
Outside, three Xiantian experts quietly crept to the outside of his thatched hut.
“Everyone move lightly, quick battle, quick resolution!”
Several Xiantian experts sneakily surrounded the area, glanced at each other, nodded, and suddenly charged towards Mu Jiuxiao’s hut.
At the moment they rushed in, Mu Jiuxiao abruptly opened his eyes. The spiritual sense from a Qi Condensation cultivator allowed him to dodge a fatal slash!
Seeing that he had actually missed, that Xiantian expert immediately swung a second slash. Mu Jiuxiao rolled on the bed, raising the Cold Iron Sickle to block without thinking. Blocked by the Cold Iron Sickle, the treasured blade in that Xiantian expert’s hand actually broke into two pieces!
“Good, take my palm strike, let’s see how powerful you really are, kid!”
Seeing his blade break just like that, that Xiantian expert grew even angrier, raising his palm to strike towards Mu Jiuxiao.
Mu Jiuxiao rolled under the bed, again evading this certain death palm strike!
“Let’s attack together!”
Seeing that he actually hadn’t captured Mu Jiuxiao, several people together pounced towards Mu Jiuxiao. Mu Jiuxiao stepped on Meteor Steps, holding the Cold Iron Sickle, perilously dodging.
Suddenly, he grabbed a nearby Water Cloud Talisman, instantly activating it, while loudly shouting, “Fireball Talisman, go!”
Three Water Cloud Talismans activated simultaneously, flying towards the three Xiantian experts. Hearing Mu Jiuxiao’s voice, the Xiantian experts hurriedly dodged to the side.
Seizing this opportunity, Mu Jiuxiao again activated a Water Cloud Talisman towards the doorway, stepped on Meteor Steps, and swiftly escaped outside!
The Water Cloud Talisman gathered a large amount of mist inside the house, making it impossible to see temporarily. Once outside, Mu Jiuxiao activated several more Water Cloud Talismans in succession, while loudly shouting, “Help!”
He shouted while fleeing towards Li Shuo’s house.
Li Shuo entered the Dao through martial arts and was now Qi Condensation second layer. His methods were far beyond Mu Jiuxiao’s. Hearing the sound, he rushed out of his house instantly. A talisman activated from his hand, and immediately, a Xiantian expert was struck by lightning, ceasing to make a sound.
Immediately after, Li Shuo chased after the other two Xiantian experts. Before long, he brought back two bloody heads.
“Shuo… Shuo Ge.”
Looking at the heads with wide-open eyes before him, Mu Jiuxiao was somewhat shaken, taking a good while to calm his emotions. “Shuo Ge, I really owe you greatly this time.”
“No need for thanks.”
Li Shuo shook his head. “I just checked. They are precisely those sickle-wielding guests I previously invited. To speak of it, you encountering this calamity is also not unrelated to me.”
“It’s not Shuo Ge’s fault. They were blinded by greed.” Mu Jiuxiao replied. Who was right and who was wrong, he could still distinguish clearly.
“Jiu Ge, are you alright?”
At this moment, Li Xinyue also ran over. Seeing Mu Jiuxiao, her face was full of concern.
Mu Jiuxiao turned to ask Li Shuo, “Shuo Ge, how should we handle these corpses?”
“Burn them to fertilize the fields.”
Li Shuo said, dragging the corpses together, expressionlessly flicking out a fireball, burning these several corpses. By now, some surrounding tenant farmers had also been awakened by the noise, rushing towards this area.
Hearing of Mu Jiuxiao’s experience, everyone sighed deeply.
“These days are precisely the Gold Spirit Rice harvest period. Quite a few external sickle-wielding guests have come to Luoxia Mountain. Everyone should be extra careful in daily life.”
Li Shuo instructed everyone a few sentences, temporarily taking Mu Jiuxiao back to his own home.
“Scared badly, right? Have a sip of tea.”
Li Shuo poured him a cup of tea. Mu Jiuxiao thanked him, picked up the tea cup, brought it to his mouth, but then set it down again.
Li Shuo noticed his small action, lightly smiled, picked up the cup, and drank the tea himself. He placed the cup on the table. “One should not have a heart to harm others, but one cannot be without a heart to guard against others. You not drinking is right.”
“Jiu Ge, how did you provoke them?” Li Xinyue on the side was both worried and curious.
“I don’t know either. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been everywhere these past few days helping cut spirit rice, attracting attention?” Thinking it over, Mu Jiuxiao could only think of this possibility.
“Must be it. These mundane Xiantian experts are all poor and desperate, Killing to seize treasures, committing all kinds of evil!”
Li Xinyue looked at Mu Jiuxiao, speaking seriously, “Only you, Jiu Ge, having never gone down the mountain, don’t know the complexity and terror of human nature.”
“I’ve learned my lesson this time.”
How could Mu Jiuxiao not be afraid?
In this life, he was born a tenant farmer, never experiencing the struggles of the cultivation world.
When young, his father was a somewhat prominent figure among the tenant farmers of Luoxia Mountain. He was well protected. Later, after his father passed away, his mother also protected him. Only after his mother went down the mountain did he somewhat experience the warmth and coldness of human feelings.
But it was merely enduring a few scornful glances, suffering a few taunts. He had thought about Killing to seize treasures, but never imagined it would happen to him so quickly.
In his view, his family was destitute. Besides a few pecks of spirit rice, there wasn’t even a single Spirit Stone at home. The only thing worthy of being called a treasure was this Cold Iron Sickle in his hand. But aside from tenant farmers, who else would want his things?
He had been on Luoxia Mountain for many years. These tenant farmers, in his eyes, were all his neighbors, friends. He had never imagined they would kill him for a Cold Iron Sickle.
Yet never thought, the tenant farmers didn’t act, but a few external Xiantian experts almost took him out.
If not for him having broken through to Qi Condensation first layer this time, greatly increasing his spiritual sense, he probably wouldn’t even know how he died.