C94

The gathering of capital in the city was going on like a raging fire, so how about outside the city?

The city of Songyu was protected by the barrier set up by the ancestor of the Hollow Jade Sect, as well as strengthened by the Sect Leader and the Sect Leader. The barrier was like a natural moat that separated the city from the outside world.

The city gates were not closed, so there was no need for the people outside the city to ask about what happened. News would quickly spread, but the people inside the city might not know what happened outside the city.

"What?"

"Raise funds?"

"Hurry up and leave..."

"Haha, I never thought that getting news of Shentu Shun would be so simple, this is great …"

The city was filled with gloomy clouds and gloomy clouds. Outside the city, there was another scene. A few families were happy and a few were sorrowful.

Joy. He did not have many spirit stones on him. As long as he handed them over, he would be able to obtain Shentu Shun's whereabouts. Why not?

Worry, all the wealth in his possession, give it out, heartache; worry, shame, how to get Shentu Shunfeng.

There is always a way to get to the top of the mountain, and there is always a way to get to the bottom of the bridge.

"Fellow Daoist, we've met by destiny. We've formed a good relationship, and we'll leave behind a story. How about it?"

He was dressed in shabby clothes and his hair was disheveled. He was a rogue cultivator.

Wang Cheng's cultivation base was neither high nor low. He had been traveling all year round, saving up so many spirit stones to increase his cultivation base. He had only come to White Jade City to try his luck and never thought that his luck would be so good.

Gathering funds was not an option. Shentu Shun's whereabouts was related to his own fate. He could not afford to miss this chance as he had no other choice.

"What are you doing?"

He was dressed neatly, and there was a sect symbol on his robe, indicating that he was a disciple of the sect.

Entering the five sects to cultivate was the dream of many cultivators, but there weren't many cultivators who were lucky. Since he was young, he had always dreamed of entering the Hollow Jade Sect, so being unable to achieve his dream was his greatest regret.

He had been traveling to Song City on his own. He came to Song City on the news about Shentu Shun.

He was very clear about his cultivation level. He had never thought about where Shentu Shun was, and only wanted to gather information for the sect.

Rogue cultivators, for the sake of living, burn, kill, abduct, and plunder, do everything they can. Before descending the mountain, my master specifically told me that if I want to preserve my life, I cannot become friends with Rogue Cultivators.

Suddenly, a cultivator with a similar cultivation level came up to him. He wanted to form a bond with him, so he had to be careful since he was dressed like a rogue cultivator.

"Destiny!"

With his master's instructions, he would always stay away from rogue cultivators, so how could he get close to them?

"Not interested!" Wang Cheng did not care at all about Shijun's vigilance. He continued to speak without feeling discouraged after being rejected.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing here? Since the city has already announced the gathering of funds, it would be useless to have more spirit stones on you. Why don't you give me a portion of it? Everyone will travel together on the journey to find Shentu Shun."

To put it nicely, if they were to form an affinity with each other, if they were to put it harshly, they would rob and understand the meaning behind Wang Cheng's words. The handsome man believed his teacher's words even more, and turned around with the intention to leave.

"I'm not interested in finding others!"

When the handsome scholar wanted to leave, Wang Cheng did not stop him and followed closely behind.

As the saying goes, you'd rather have one more friend than one more enemy.

"Threatening me?"

"Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding. The two of us are equally matched. There is no threat at all. I am only speaking the truth."

Rogue cultivators lived outside all year round, and they had rich combat experience. The sect disciples' cultivation methods were unique, and their strengths were equal. If they really fought, then no one would be able to obtain any benefits.

If there really was a robbery, with Wang Cheng's strength, he could have gone after the weaker cultivators without bothering Shijun. Could it be that he really wanted to form an alliance?

"It's fate. Find someone else. I don't like people following me!"

Warning: Wang Cheng is not afraid at all. He continued to follow after Shijun as he left.

The two of them, one in front of the other, stopped in the same place, no longer separated.

Then, when it was their turn to hand over the spirit stones, Wang Cheng told the collector that he was sworn brothers with Shijun and that he had seen a passerby who could testify. He also told Shijun that the spirit stones were all on him.

As he wished, he was forced to become an ally of Wang Cheng, who was even more muddleheaded.

Their encounters did not produce any sparks, and not everyone was as lucky as they were. Some people's encounters caused blood to spray out.

There were always some people who liked to be domineering and tyrannical, bullying the weak and seizing the strong by force. It was hard to avoid the blood flying in the air.

"..."

The higher the cultivation base, the easier it was to reach the Core Formation stage. The lower the cultivation level, the harder it was to reach the Core Formation stage.

No matter how strong he was, he had to take on a lot of responsibility. If he didn't have the ability, then he shouldn't dream about it.

The cultivators that came weren't all for the sake of Shentu Shentu. There were cultivators that knew their place and came to watch the show.

Along with the continuous arrival of cultivators with high cultivation bases, cultivators with low cultivation bases had long been driven out of the city, including those who wanted to watch the show.

After collecting funds and finding out the news, the cultivators that came to watch the commotion took advantage of the high price cultivator coming out of the city to immediately escape from this place.

However, there were always one or two busybodies who wanted to know what happened next and refused to leave.

"Take out the spirit stones!"

There was a special mark on his white robe, as if there were several cultivators in the city who had the same mark on their bodies. He was a disciple of a sect who came here with his teachers and elders.

He had no use for the fight over Shentu Shun's whereabouts. He must be here to broaden his horizons and increase his experience.

To raise money, he would work very well with the sect's elders and actively participate, becoming a collector.

The cultivators outside the city did not have a high cultivation base. They were timid and unwilling to offend the disciples of the sects. Many of them voluntarily handed over their spirit stones. His collection of spirit stones went smoothly until he met someone else.

This person was a rogue cultivator with a poor cultivation, yet he was unwilling to hand over his spirit stones.

"Senior, I do not wish to obtain Shentu Shun's location!"

Weren't the people who came here all for Shentu Shun? They weren't here for him, so why were they here? The disciples of the sect became interested.

"Then what did you come here for?"

"Senior, I'm here to see a show!"

This rogue cultivator wasn't lying; he really didn't want Shentu Shun's whereabouts. He just wanted to watch the show.

"Have you seen the play?"

The disciples of the sect heard the words of the rogue cultivator and found it hilarious. However, watching the scene could not be used as an excuse for not paying spirit stones.

Theatre, a kind of folk moneymaking activity, similar to a storybook.

"Yes!"

"Do you charge?"

"Withdraw!"

"Then what are you waiting for, hand it over!"

"I …"

The collectors compared the liveliness to a show, the busybody was speechless, under the immense pressure, he still handed over all of his wealth, the only low level spirit stone.

Chi Dan's appearance was just a show, a low grade spirit stone. It was the most expensive show he had ever seen in his life.

Initially, he thought that he would be quite proud of himself for coming here to enjoy the show and talking about it with his friends after the meal. After this incident, he probably wouldn't have the face to bring it up with his friends again.

"..."

The cultivators outside the city were very busy. There were a lot of people coming and a lot of people leaving.

When they found out about the news of Shentu Shun, quite a few cultivators came one after another to raise funds. Many were worried that all of their wealth would be taken away, so before the high-level cultivators appeared, they quickly left.

The higher one's cultivation, the more powerful one would be. Aside from a few cultivators, there was no reason to be rich.

Low level cultivators did not have much money, but they had the most people. Although there were only a few mosquitoes, they were still meat. In order to gather spirit stones that could satisfy the Crimson Core, the high price cultivators would not let them go.

Five or six high-level cultivators were standing at each of the four entrances to the city.

The rogue cultivators and sect disciples were suspicious of each other. The five or six high level cultivators and the rogue cultivators were almost half of each other's total. They supervised each other to prevent any false benefits.

Before they arrived, the cultivators outside the city did not need any excuse to leave. After they arrived outside the city, under their supervision, any excuse would be unnecessary.

Somewhere outside the east city gate, something happened …

"Senior, I am just passing by. I …"

Before a mere cultivator could leave, a high-level cultivator arrived. Under the supervision of a high-level cultivator, he didn't dare to leave. After all, when the gathering of funds began, he was not willing to hand over all the spirit stones he had.

A disciple from each sect walked up to him and asked him to hand over the spirit stones. He wanted to muddle his way through, but as he was making excuses, he suddenly heard a stern shout.

"F * cking hell, your elder has long seen you, and yet you still dare to lie to me. You say that you're just passing by? You're courting death!"

A burly, middle-aged man, bare-chested, with explosive muscles and a bloody saber in his hand. His face was fierce, and his bloodthirsty eyes were staring fixedly at someone.

The one who was being stared at was an old man. His body was thin and weak, lying in a pool of blood.

After the old cultivator on the ground died, the burly man removed the bag of holding from his waist without a word. He took out a few low-grade spirit stones from within, looking very displeased.

"Damn it, poor bastard!"

The large man couldn't bear to throw away the few spirit stones that the storage bag was still worth. He put it away, turned around, and headed to the next location.

"Master, take it away quickly!"

The sudden scene caused the low-level cultivator to be extremely afraid. He did not dare to find any excuse and quickly took out his bag of holding to hand to the disciples of the sect. He turned around and ran, not daring to stay.

Compared to life and death, Shentu Shun, his bag of holding, and his spirit stones were all external items and were not worth mentioning.

"Haha, what an interesting fellow!"

Since the other party had already escaped, there was no need to chase after him and return the bag of holding to him.

Bloody incidents were occurring outside the four great city gates.

Everyone quickly understood why the high-level cultivators didn't stop the bloodshed from taking place.

After witnessing too many bloodshed, many cultivators were scared out of their wits. Many cultivators understood that not everyone could participate in Shentu Shun's battle.

A large amount of low-level cultivators had lost their entire fortune. They no longer waited for Chi Dan to tell them where Shentu Shun was before leaving.

What is desire?

An invisible enemy, invincible and beyond redemption.

Far away from the city, there were many other cultivators who had no idea what was going on.

Shentu Shun's whereabouts were destined to spread throughout the world. Cultivators who knew of his whereabouts stood far away, watching from the sidelines. They did not leave far away, and instead calmly waited for news to arrive.

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