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Even a fool would not be willing to open his own storage spirit treasure for others to look at, not to mention that cultivators all have their own dignity, pride, and secrets.

In the face of absolute strength, dignity and arrogance meant nothing at all.

The secrets in his heart were something that no one could take away. At this moment, even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't.

Rogue cultivators were forced by their lives to kill people for their goods, but they were forced to do so. Perhaps there were some treasures inside the spirit treasure that could be used, and once they became known to outsiders, they would attract enemies.

The temptation of power was the biggest enemy of all the disciples in the sect. They would become famous overnight, but no one knew of the conspiracy behind it. It was difficult to not leave any clues in the Spirit Treasures, and once they were discovered, their reputation would be ruined.

Putting aside the fact that the secret within a Spirit Treasure was discovered, he only said that there would always be some good things within a Spirit Treasure.

Luck was ethereal and hard to describe.

The vast majority of people would turn their lives around several times and obtain some good magic treasures, elixirs, and high quality cultivation techniques that others would covet.

Perhaps they believed that the time had come for them to obtain Shentu Shun's whereabouts or to obtain Shentu Shun directly because they were lucky. No matter what cultivation base they had, more and more cultivators came to the city.

They came, but they didn't expect such an unexpected occurrence.

When a storage spirit weapon was searched, it was inevitable that it would run into people who had forgotten about benefits.

In short, searching for other people's spirit artifacts was not a problem.

"..."

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Fundraising has not been easy, with friction, bloodshed and even death in many parts of the city.

Somewhere in the city, something was happening …

It was a middle-aged cultivator wearing a simple long robe. From the way he was dressed, it was clear that he was a rogue cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator's name was Ke Bingwen, not a cultivator under the jurisdiction of the Hollow Jade Sect. He seemed to have come from a small tribe in the east.

The cultivator who collected the spirit stones from Kobold was called Chai Xiong.

The robe he was wearing had a special symbol on it, revealing that he was a small disciple from a small sect. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gathered spirit stones here.

"Senior, I really don't have any Spirit Stones …"

Ke Bingwen did not have many spirit stones with him, but it was all he had, so he was reluctant to take them out.

"Say it again. Hand it over or die!"

Chai Xiong knew that the spirit stones he had on him would be taken away sooner or later. He was in a bad mood, and when he met someone who wouldn't hand over the spirit stones, his mood worsened.

"Sigh, quickly hand it over. Fellow, don't you see that we've already handed it over? If you really want a chance to obtain Shentu Shun, spending a few spirit stones would be worth it. Otherwise, look …"

The two of them were surrounded by people. Some of them had already been forced to hand over their spirit stones, while others had yet to hand them over. Seeing that the two of them were about to argue, an old cultivator, who had passed on his spirit stones, stood out to console them.

"If..."

"Sigh, I'll just treat it as robbing money to fend off disasters!"

In fact, this person was very clear that whoever could obtain Shentu Shun's whereabouts had a very slim chance of obtaining him. Under his persuasion, Ke Bingwen glanced into the distance, gritted his teeth and opened his storage pouch.

"Here you go!"

"At least you're sensible!"

After handing over the spirit stones, Ke Bingwen was fortunate enough to escape a calamity. Many cultivators were not as lucky as him, and for the sake of wealth, they had to stay in Songyu City.

The most unfortunate thing was that he lost his life. He couldn't keep his spirit stones, nor his other materials.

With the unluckiest people, there would be many lucky ones who, following the example of others, would obediently hand over all their spirit stones.

Kobayashi was lucky enough to survive because he had met the most unfortunate of them all.

Not far away from Kobold, a bloody incident was occurring …

It was another middle-aged cultivator. He wore a long, white robe, and the symbol on his robe showed that he was a disciple of some sect.

This time, he had come with his master to experience a medium-sized sect under the jurisdiction of the Hollow Jade Sect.

No matter when or where, sect disciples would always look down on rogue cultivators and feel that they were superior to others. Unfortunately, they had openly met the person he looked down upon.

One of them wore a dilapidated robe that seemed to be white. Perhaps it was the result of years of killing, but his robe left behind a lot of blood stains. Some of the blood stains seemed to have only been left behind recently.

His hair was a mess, and he had a long beard on his face. There was even a scar on his face.

No one knew his name because he had a knife scar on his face. As such, rogue cultivators all called him the knife-scarred man. Wherever he went, the rogue cultivators would voluntarily hand over all the spirit stones they had except for Ming Chang.

After the two of them met, the reason why he didn't let the knife-scarred man search his storage spirit artifact was because he wanted to protect his dignity, arrogance, or other secrets that he didn't know about.

The knife-scarred man collected spirit stones along the way. Everyone gave him face and handed them over one by one. When he came to offer his services, he finally met someone he didn't like.

"You blind thing, scram!"

Not only did he not hand over the spirit stones, he even dared to spout such arrogant words.

The knife-scarred man could tell at a glance that this was the sort of life where one would lick blood from the blade. What kind of people hadn't they seen? They had never thought of fawning on the disciples of the sect, and they certainly wouldn't be polite with them.

"Take it out!"

A disciple from a mid-sized sect had a decent cultivation base and was quite famous in most of the smaller sects.

Initially, he thought that the scarred man was sensible, so he did not bother with him. Unexpectedly, he actually met someone who did not know him, so he pulled the tiger's skin and pulled the banner, humiliating the scarred man.

"F * ck, who the hell are you? You dare to search laozi's things? Why don't you go ask around and find out if laozi's things are something that a person like you can touch?"

The scarred man's torn robe could not hide the scars he had left behind. It was unknown how many of them were left behind by the disciples of the sect. The disciples of the sect looked down on him, and he hated them to the bone.

Faced with such clear humiliation and anger, he did not feel any fear, much less retreat.

"Take, don't take?"

"Bastard, go to hell!"

He wanted to get away with it, but the knife-scarred man not only did not leave, but even dared to threaten him, relying on the fact that his cultivation base was not weak and the fact that he had a sect as his backer.

He really couldn't take this lying down and decided to teach this knife-scarred man a lesson.

"Whoosh!"

Never would he have thought that before he could make his move, he would hear the sound of a blade being drawn. A light flashed, his neck turned cold, blood spurted out, his limbs turned weak, his vision went dark, he fell to the ground, twitched a few times and slowly lost consciousness.

"It's only so …"

He didn't know if the knife-scarred man was doing this on purpose, but his hand raised and the blade fell. Fresh blood sprayed out, splashing onto the remnant robe.

Ignoring the numb gazes from the surroundings, he cut off the finger that held Ming Chang's storage bracelet. With a wave of his hand, he intercepted the flying finger, took out the storage bracelet, opened it, took out a spirit stone and kept it.

No one noticed the flash of light in his eyes when he opened the bracelet of holding.

Every storage spirit artifact had its master's consciousness. When its master was alive, it could not be opened. If it wanted to, it had to first have a way to remove the master's consciousness. If its master was dead, the storage spirit artifact was ownerless and anyone could open it easily.

At the moment of killing, from the moment he put away his storage bracelet, the knife-scarred man's movements were as smooth as flowing water. It seemed that he had done this sort of thing quite a few times.

People were confident, good, self-aware, and even better.

He was too confident and too reliant on the sect. At the same time, he also underestimated the strength and courage of his opponents, which was why he accidentally lost his life.

There had been more than ten instances of bloodshed and death in the city.

Those who kill will always be killed.

Where are the leaders of the so-called righteous sects and the incarnations of justice?

Why didn't anyone step forward to stop the slaughter?

Why didn't anyone step forward to demand justice for the dead?

The sect leaders were standing in the distance, letting out their divine intents to cover the entire city, watching the movements of the entire city's cultivators. They were completely unmoved by this massacre.

Scream, why so?

This was precisely the method of executing lightning strikes in extraordinary times.

What was the difference between life and death and the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people?

Under Shang Ming's leadership, hundreds of cultivators decisively chose to save the latter.

The disciples of the sect died the most unjustly. They thought that the elders of the sect would take revenge for them. Who knew that they would give up on those disciples of the sect?

Cultivation was not easy, but life and death were hard to predict. They died in this gathering of funds, so they assumed that something went wrong with their cultivation and that their fate was not good.

If such was the case with a famous and upright sect, then who among the rogue cultivators had not been tainted with a few lives? They were even more unconcerned about the lives of others.

High level cultivators would not step in to stop the slaughter, nor would they uphold justice for the dead. After the first bloodshed and death, one death after another followed.

One after another, deaths occurred. First, there was the tacit approval of the high-level cultivators, and secondly, there was the greed of the people.

Killing the victim would not only smoothly collect the spirit stones, but also the materials (pills, cultivation techniques, spirit artifacts, etc.) of the victim.

The collector thought that his spirit stones would also be taken away. His face was full of dejection as he saw others killing the victims and stealing their resources. No one dared to stop them as they followed suit.

The cultivators who had spared their victims began to regret their actions. For example, Chai Xiong was still regretting letting Ki Bingwen go.

If anyone tried to resist, even a single word, the collector would immediately take that person's life.

Later, in the process of raising funds, almost all those who rebelled did not have a good ending.

Some people were very lucky to succeed in their resistance. They had killed the person who collected the spirit stones, and they themselves had become the collector. However, most of the people who rebelled didn't succeed.

With the tacit consent of the high-level cultivators, the greed of the collectors, and the inability of the victims to resist, they gradually understood that only by giving up resistance, would they be able to preserve their lives.

More and more people died, and less and less voices of resistance until, later, there was no more voices of resistance.

Without the victim's resistance, the collector would not have the chance to obtain the victim's materials to make up for the loss of his spirit stones. How could he be willing to do that?

If Zhang Xuan were to hand over the spirit stones, he could only rely on the victims to make up for the losses incurred. Thus, a malicious incident occurred.

Being a man with treasures was a crime. During the process of collecting the victim's spirit stones, the collector discovered that the victim had a treasure. He could either take it or kill someone to steal it.

If it wasn't for the high level cultivators' deliberate connivance, no malicious incidents would have occurred.

The high level cultivators didn't care about the malicious incidents that just occurred. The number of malicious incidents gradually increased, causing public outrage.

The anger of the people was something that could be suppressed with absolute strength. However, it went against the original intention, and at the same time, it also attracted the attention of Chi Dan.

Once news of this spread to Chi Dan's ears, no one could predict what it would do. As a result, the high-level cultivators no longer stood idly by and personally punished a few of the collectors to quell the anger of the people.

In an extreme period of time, the method of lightning was gone, the rebels were gone, and the malicious incident was also gone. The gathering of funds slowly proceeded.

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