Living steadily in the world of gods and mystery

Wait for the crowd to disperse.

After wiping the blood-stained bag with a Cleaning Talisman, Chen Li swaggered through the market, meandering and circling several times. Only when he felt no one was following did he quickly head back.

Taking advantage of the sky still not being fully lit.

It took Chen Li three trips to sell a thousand catties of Demon Beast Meat. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The efficiency was too low.

Given the current temperature, the meat could only be preserved for five or six days at most; any longer without treatment, and it would probably start to stink.

He decided to increase the selling amount tomorrow.

After selling, he didn’t rush off but started to truly wander the market.

Chen Li stopped at a stall.

A few scrolls, a long sword, and a bottle of medicinal wine with various herbs soaked inside were laid out on a tattered cloth.

Chen Li picked up the sword and gently drew it out.

"This is Refined Steel, take it for five catties of gold," said the down-and-out Loose Cultivator.

Chen Li glanced at it and gently put it down.

It was just an ordinary longsword, useless to him.

He quickly turned his attention to the three scrolls.

"Three Attack Spells for the Qi Cultivation Stage"

"Basic Formation Technique Explanation"

"Overseas Travel Notes"

Picking up "Three Attack Spells for the Qi Cultivation Stage", he casually flipped through it, his eyes lighting up.

It contained three spells.

The Scolding Skill for the third layer of Qi Cultivation, Palm Thunder for the fourth, and Ice Skill for the seventh.

Two of which Chen Li had never encountered before.

"How much for these three books? If the price is right, I’ll take them all," he said.

The Loose Cultivator’s spirits lifted, "These three books are originally priced at 21 Low-grade Spirit Stones, but now I’m selling them for only ten Low-grade Spirit Stones."

Chen Li deliberately sneered,

"Who are you trying to fool? One Spirit Stone!"

After some haggling, Chen Li ultimately acquired them for three Low-grade Spirit Stones.

After paying and securing the books, he continued browsing other stalls.

There were quite a few selling swords, unfortunately, none to his liking. Upon browsing, he found most were items sold by destitute Loose Cultivators with little of value.

He stopped wandering, and sensing no one was following, decided to head home.

"Magic Artifacts like magic swords carry high value, and even if available, no one would bring them to the market to sell. With so many eyes around, the risk is too great. I must inquire through familiar channels!" Chen Li thought to himself.

He approached a small grove not far from the shanty area.

Suddenly, Chen Li’s ears picked up some faint noises.

With a chill in his heart, he quickly halted and began to step back cautiously.

"Too late to leave now!"

Three men and one woman emerged rapidly from the woods, shrouded in Protective Shields, encircling him.

"Heh, been waiting for you a long time!" The tall cultivator leading them sneered with a vicious grin, "Hand over all the Spirit Stones you have on you!"

"Fine, take these Spirit Stones as a greeting gift and let’s part ways," Chen Li suggested while slowly backing away, tossing his purse to the ground where several Spirit Stones scattered.

"You’re straightforward, Fellow Daoist. How about the Demon Beast Meat, where did you put that?" The tall cultivator didn’t even glance at the Spirit Stones, chuckling menacingly, continuing to press forward with his questioning.

"All sold!" Chen Li replied.

"You’re not being honest! Selling so cheaply and thrice in a row, obviously, you’ve got a large stock to deal with. Do you think we’d believe otherwise?

Tell us, where is it? Speak, and you might spare your life, otherwise, don’t blame us."

The tall cultivator, who had also attempted to follow but lost track due to Chen Li’s vigilance and erratic movements through the Loose Cultivators’ area, threatened him.

"So eager to court death," Chen Li sighed softly to himself.

"You say..."

The tall cultivator sensed something amiss.

Just as he was about to speak.

Chen Li’s mouth moved silently before he let out a loud shout.

"Scram!"

The protective shields of several cultivators trembled, but faced with the "Scolding Skill," an attack that targeted consciousness, the protective shields obviously couldn’t fully defend against it, and several of them couldn’t help but be affected, freezing in place.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

When the tall cultivator came back to his senses, his protective shield had already been shattered, and his face turned pale.

"Wait..."

The next moment, his body shook, his chest was pierced through, and his internal organs mixed with blood sprayed out in a mist, his eyes widened, with blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

In his dying moments, he recalled who he had encountered this time.

He hadn’t expected such bad luck, to have robbed this notoriously fierce person.

The characteristics of Chen Li’s spiritual power flicks were too distinctive; no disguise could hide them.

"He’s strong, but he’s just one person, let’s fight!"

The remaining three regained their senses, all battle-hardened villains. Seeing the situation, not one of them ran but instead made a swift decision and took action.

Soon, several magic artifacts struck like shooting stars.

Chen Li sneered, quickly slapped an amulet onto himself, and watched the rapidly approaching streaks of light. He fiercely drew his sword and deflected one of the magic artifacts, then swiftly dodged the other two attacks.

Compared to Qiao Guanyuan, these three were far inferior in both their magic artifacts and cultivation.

He discarded the broken sword in his hand.

Moving irregularly at high speed, the muddy ground beneath his feet exploded in succession, his figure like lightning, while at the same time, Chen Li’s spiritual power flicks were continuously unleashed.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

It must be said that facing such close-range, unprepared combat,

the Traction Skill was completely useless.

The preparation time was too long, it couldn’t be used at all.

In a breath’s time, another robber fell to the ground, significantly reducing his pressure,

One of them finally despaired at the sight and turned to flee.

But how could Chen Li let him escape?

Since they had already clashed, to avoid trouble, Chen Li could only ensure none were left alive.

"Bang" "Bang" two strikes, the protective shield broke.

Another strike, the chest was pierced through.

The last remaining female robber was nearly driven mad with terror, hysterically screaming "Spare me!"

Her voice was shrill, hysterical.

Chen Li felt a momentary pang of pity, but when he thought of how many people this group must have killed, and that they were here to rob and murder him this time, he felt no more compassion.

After the last female robber’s head exploded,

no one else stood except for Chen Li.

"You... will not... die a good death!" a seriously wounded robber with a pierced chest glared with bloodshot eyes, struggling to speak as blood continually bubbled from his mouth.

"Bang!" Chen Li withdrew his finger, expressionless.

The head exploded.

Chen Li then ruthlessly finished off the remaining two dying robbers.

He then cautiously scanned the surroundings.

Perhaps intimidated by the bloody slaughter here, there was not a soul around.

He withdrew his gaze and began to search the bodies one by one.

Four magic artifacts.

Among them, one high-grade magic artifact, three mid-grade magic artifacts.

Additionally, there was one Gold Light Talisman, twelve Amulets, ten Featherweight Talismans, one mid-grade Spirit Stone, and over two hundred low-grade Spirit Stones.

An astonishing haul!

Chen Li couldn’t help feeling a bit fortunate that the lead robber was the first he had taken care of.

All the good items were scavenged from him.

With both the Gold Light Talisman, the strongest defensive spell in the Qi Cultivation Stage, and a high-grade magic artifact, this encounter could have been quite dangerous.

Chen Li stuffed his spoils into his robe and quickly left without looking back.