Not long after Ye Bufan left.
Three figures emerged from a corner of the market and darted after the direction Ye Bufan had left.
“Another unlucky soul.”
Some disciples who saw this all shook their heads, used to it by now.
Fighting was forbidden inside the Heavenly Demon Sect market, but once outside the market, no one cared.
That was how.
A few rogue cultivators came into being.
After changing their appearance and concealing their aura, they specialized in robbing disciples who came and went from the market.
They took the storage bags and left, rarely killing anyone.
After all, rogue cultivators were a profession too, and they had professional ethics.
They all knew that fellow disciples and Junior Brothers were spirit mines that could be mined sustainably.
If they killed people, what would they rob in the future?
Of course.
This kind of rogue-cultivator gang was dirt poor, and all the loot they seized was exchanged for pills to strengthen themselves, leaving not a single spirit stone behind.
They could be called the “paycheck-to-paycheck crowd” among cultivators.
…
The three rogue cultivators followed Ye Bufan all the way.
They had not chased for long before a fierce gust swept in from behind.
“This kid is mine. Get lost!”
The voice was sinister, like vicious ghosts.
The three rogue cultivators froze, and then they saw a burly man glare at them and stride after him.
He made no attempt to hide himself and did not even wear a mask.
“Li Kui? No way! A Foundation Establishment level six expert is robbing a Foundation Establishment level one cultivator?”
The three rogue cultivators exchanged glances, showed shocked expressions, and decisively stopped.
They were only at Foundation Establishment level three or level four, so how would they dare fight Li Kui for the meat?
Besides.
Li Kui was a follower of Liu Wangchuan.
“What a pity about that fat sheep. I had been following that guy ever since he entered the market, and he really bought quite a few materials and medicinal herbs.”
One of the rogue cultivators regretted it inwardly.
Another rogue cultivator sneered, “I heard Li Kui has been short on money lately and has robbed who knows how many people. Since we set our sights on this man, it is not strange that Li Kui did too.”
“What bad luck! Let’s go back!”
The few of them cursed under their breath and left one after another.
On the other side, Li Kui tracked Ye Bufan, his eyes flashing with sharp light.
He had some impression of this man; he had seen him when he first entered the market, and he really had not expected a Foundation Establishment level one cultivator to be so wealthy as to buy so many medicinal herbs.
“After I rob this one, I’ll rob a few more and then stop.”
Li Kui’s eyes flickered with excitement.
Just as he was about to speed up and catch up, the man not far ahead flashed several times and dropped into the forest below, disappearing without a trace in the space of a breath.
“Hmm?”
Li Kui’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately searched the forest.
But after searching for a long time, he did not even find a ghost shadow.
“I didn’t expect a Foundation Establishment level one cultivator to run so fast!”
In the end, Li Kui snorted coldly and left unwillingly.
“I’ll go back to the market and lie in wait for a few days. I can’t waste time.”
As he hurried back, Li Kui pondered.
“If I rob a bit more, it should let my younger brother break through to Foundation Establishment great completion, and with his thunder spiritual root, he will have a chance to form Core Formation when he enters the ruins!”
Li Kui felt a little pained, because over these past few days he had done nothing but rob people and buy large amounts of medicinal herbs, and his spirit stones had been drained at an alarming rate.
But when he thought of his younger brother having hope of Core Formation, his expression eased up.
In the Zhao Kingdom, if Foundation Establishment barely gave one a foothold, then Core Formation was truly the realm of Lords.
In any sect powers, they were at the elder level.
The resources and treatment they enjoyed were beyond the reach of Foundation Establishment cultivators.
However, becoming Core Formation was far too difficult; among the Heavenly Demon Sect’s several thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators, there were only a few dozen Core Formation cultivators, and that said everything.
“By then, with my younger brother’s abundant resources, and with the resources I get after Liu Wangchuan becomes a saint candidate, I may not be unable to glimpse the great path of Core Formation in this life.”
The more Li Kui thought about it, the hotter his blood ran.
He was a high-grade spiritual root, and his success rate for reaching Core Formation was less than thirty percent, but if someone helped him, the odds of Core Formation would rise to forty percent!
“Boom!”
Just as he rode a green mist past a small hill, a green snake the size of a house suddenly appeared ahead of him.
Demonic qi rolled violently, and it opened its mouth wide to swallow him whole.
“This is… Demon Dragon Art? Great completion Demon Dragon Art?!”
Li Kui’s scar-covered face showed shock.
However, he was still an experienced fighter, and he hurriedly summoned a black banner.
The banner grew with the wind, and vicious ghosts seemed to howl as it crashed head-on into the green snake.
“Crack!”
The banner snapped in response, and the green snake shattered on the spot.
“A high-grade magical artifact, broken?”
Li Kui’s face changed drastically.
He had seen Demon Dragon Art before, but throughout the Heavenly Demon Sect, including the saint candidates, no one had cultivated this spell to such a degree.
Great completion!
How much blood essence would have to be sacrificed to a demon snake for that?
“I do not know which Senior Brother I have offended. I apologize here; if there is anything to discuss, let us talk it over. Liu Wangchuan is my brother.”
Li Kui cupped his fists solemnly.
He was arrogant, but the reason he had survived until now was not only because he was strong; he also had plenty of wit.
Judging by the power of that Demon Dragon Art, the one who made the move was definitely above Foundation Establishment level six.
Foundation Establishment level six was one thing, and the outcome would still be hard to say, but anyone who could cultivate Demon Dragon Art to great completion was definitely a madman.
He knew how to read the room and understood that people like that were the last ones you should provoke.
“I want to borrow a tiny bit of money from Brother Li.”
A gray-robed youth with a pitch-black face appeared ahead.
He stretched out a hand to him.
“So it was you. I never expected Senior Brother to have such formidable hidden methods. I misjudged you.”
When Li Kui made out the newcomer’s face, he could not help but feel both shocked and enraged.
This was actually the fat sheep he had been looking for all this time.
He still had the aura of Foundation Establishment level one.
But now, even if Li Kui were beaten to death, he would not believe it.
“Heh, no fight without getting acquainted. I offended Senior Brother greatly before, so I’ll give you a dozen spirit stones as a token of apology.”
Li Kui changed expression and forced out a relaxed smile.
But his gaze was fixed on the gray-robed youth, and he was on full alert.
At the same time, his hand moved toward his storage bag, as if he really were going to take out spirit stones.
“A dozen? You’ve tracked me for so long, and that’s all the spirit stones you’re giving me?”
The gray-robed youth showed a cold smile and suddenly charged at Li Kui.
“You really think I’m afraid of you?!”
Li Kui revealed a vicious look and slapped his storage bag, causing a stone hammer to appear.
This was the top-grade magical artifact, the Shaking Heaven Hammer.
He was just about to summon it.
He suddenly felt a chill wind sweep in from behind.
Before he could react, a long rope wrapped around him from behind and bound him like a mummy.
“What is this? A pseudo-artifact?!”
Li Kui revealed a terrified expression and only felt his magic power locked down, unable to move it at all.
He jerked his head around to look.
Behind him, he saw the exact same gray-robed youth as in front of him standing on a flying sword, with a harmless smile on his face.
Without saying a word, that man directly pulled out a pitch-black brick and smashed it onto his forehead with a loud thud.
Before Li Kui passed out, he had only one thought.
Scheming!
His cultivation was stronger than mine, and he even had a pseudo-artifact, yet he had pretended to be a Foundation Establishment level one cultivator!