This person is a ninth-level wandering immortal, and he can be considered a capable figure in the current Qingshi City.
But for Chen Taizhong, this is really not enough. Now his maid Wang Yanyan is already a fairy.
Of course, low cultivation is only one aspect. The key point is that Mr. Chen doesn't like having too many people around him. As for the possibility that this person is a nail, it is not within the scope of his scruples - I have no intention of accepting it.
What else are you worried about?
However, he came here this time to settle the cause and effect, and he didn't want to hurt anyone with harsh words, so he just said three words lightly, "Why?"
"Because the life of a casual cultivator... is so frustrating," the tall and thin man sighed, and then smiled bitterly, "I used to think that I was a ninth-level immortal, which was already very good, but in front of a real master, I only
He can be beaten and killed at will."
Chen Taizhong remained silent for a long time before asking, "Just for this, would you rather give up your freedom?"
For casual practitioners, the most valuable thing and the most worthy of showing off is freedom and an unfettered life.
"You are not someone who restricts other people's freedom," the tall and lanky man replied firmly, "I want to follow you and enjoy grudges as much as you do... You are really a person worth following."
"Wishful grudges, hey..." Chen Taizhong chuckled, somewhat disapprovingly, "As long as you are willing to do it, you can do happy grudges. This is just a matter of attitude. It has nothing to do with your cultivation and who you follow.
It doesn’t matter.”
This was his honest truth. He thought about Chen, who had stumbled along the way since his ascension, and almost died many times, but he would rather take risks than risk his own wealth and life on the possibility that the other party would be willing to show his favor.
When the tall and thin man heard this, he stopped talking.
After walking for a while, he asked in a low voice, "What if I am willing to recognize you as my Lord?"
"Hey," Chen Taizhong smiled disapprovingly, "If you don't become an immortal, you will always be an ant."
This seems to be an incorrect answer to the question. In fact, it is already a rejection - you are not even a spiritual fairy, so what kind of fairy can you say?
The tall and lanky man would have misunderstood. He thought Chen Taizhong was saying: I am not an immortal at the moment. What I want to do most is to improve my cultivation and not consider other things.
So he fell into silence again...
Although it was dark night and raining, these 500-odd people were all cultivators. As they hurried on, their speed was still astonishing. They covered more than 100 miles in just over two hours.
After arriving at a valley, Chen Taizhong called on everyone to take a rest.
This valley is surrounded by hills on one side and cliffs on the other, and there is a large sunken area under the cliff. It is two to three thousand square meters, where you can take shelter from the rain and even make a fire for cooking.
If you don't stand at a special angle, it is difficult to find this place.
Chen Taizhong knew that there was such a place and wanted to rely on him for his early escape career in Qingshi City.
"Let's spend the night here," Chen Taizhong made a decision, and took out a storage bag and filled it with some water and various pills - he didn't have too many pills with him, but he grabbed a few during the day.
There is no shortage of these in the storage bag.
He randomly named a few people and said, "You, you, and you, distribute the food and pills in the storage bags to everyone according to their needs. If it's unfair... you know."
"Please share it with me, my benefactor," a middle-aged female cultivator whose name was called said. She looked ordinary, but she was also a ninth-level wandering immortal.
"I have other things to do," Chen Taizhong thrust the storage bag into her hand, turned around, and disappeared into the rainy night.
The few people he ordered were all highly cultivated, and these people were also sensible enough. They first prohibited everyone from lighting fires, then learned about the situation one by one, and handed out water and pills.
It is impossible to say that it is absolutely fair, but it is still relatively fair, and these more than 500 people also know that if they make a noise, they will attract the gods, and they are grateful that their lives were saved by Chen Taizhong, so they can get something unexpected.
Gifts are only given with gratitude.
After almost two hours, everyone was full, and some of the injured were treated with pills. For a while, the whole bottom of the cliff was quiet, and no one spoke.
I don't know how long it took before someone whispered, "I don't know what Rogue Cultivator's Wrath is doing now?"
"He must be recharging his energy," someone else replied in a low voice, "Maybe he will have a battle with the gods at dawn."
"No?" Someone said in astonishment. Chen Taizhong's image and status among the casual cultivators in Qingshi City were very high, but no one believed that he had the ability to fight against the immortals.
At this moment, a female voice spoke weakly, "But, he won't leave us alone."
The one who spoke was none other than Ba Dao. Her cultivation level was too low and Chen Taizhong did not arrange for her to participate in distributing drinking water - otherwise, it would not be a good thing for her if others saw her.
This night, everyone spent the night in anxiety. Although there were some nervous people who slept soundly, many more people were sleepless all night long.
It wasn't until the sky turned bright that Chen Taizhong turned around, without any expression on his face.
He counted the heads of the people present. There were 518 people in total, so he counted out 5,180 yuan and handed it to a few people who were temporarily in charge. "Your storage bags are all gone, although...
…Actually, I don’t know any of you, but it’s all my fault. I’ll give each of you ten pieces of spiritual energy, and you can leave if you want.”
More than 5,000 Yuan Zhongling, which can be converted into a Shangling equivalent, is more than 40 Yuan, but he gave it away as he said it would, and his generous gesture was frightening.
As for the more than 200 people who didn't go with him last night, they won't be sent away if they don't want to. Mr. Chen is so casual in doing things - those who don't want to go with me, that's your own choice.
But when he said this, there was no reaction at the scene. He was just saying that his generosity had frightened these people, so the tall and thin man unexpectedly asked, "We are leaving, what are you going to do?"
"I'll wait here for the immortal to find me," Chen Taizhong replied calmly.
He didn't sleep all night, just setting up various formations on the top of the mountain. Although the formations were rough, he believed that he couldn't kill the third-level immortal, and at least he could make her shed her skin.
The worst outcome would be to block Tianxian, who would have enough time to evacuate.
"Then we can't leave," the tall and thin man replied calmly, "in case someone leaks the news."
"That's right," many people nearby agreed.
Even if some people are eager to leave immediately, they don't dare to say more about this situation - if they are recognized as spies, Chen Taizhong will not need to take action, and the people around him will rush to him.
Are you all sick? Chen Taizhong was speechless. I just want to cover your retreat.
However, he was a little happy that everyone was willing to consider him, so he asked, "Aren't you afraid of suffering from the disaster of Chiyu?"
"The target of the immortal is you," the tall and thin man replied with a smile, "How can he care about arguing with us when you are here?"
"I understand," Chen Taizhong nodded, "I'm going to win and you'll be fine. I'm going to lose... and you'll be fine too, right?"
This is a bit heartbreaking to ask, but it is the truth. Doesn't the Zheng family arrest these people just to get information about Chen Taizhong? If he loses, they probably won't be interested in arguing with these people.
The corner of the lanky man's mouth twitched, thinking that the anger of the Sanxiu was really straightforward, so he changed his words and said, "Then we leave while you are fighting with him. Is that okay?"
Chen Taizhong thought about it and nodded, "That's fine."
This is indeed a good idea. Once he comes into contact with the immortals, these five hundred people will be herding sheep and can run around as they please.
Even in the worst possible outcome, he can still hold off the Heavenly Immortal for a period of time. After the Heavenly Immortal escapes from trouble, he will definitely be the first to chase him, and the others will be safe.
At this moment, the immortal of the Zheng family has just arrived at the station. The reason is very simple - he is lost.
The Zheng family was not originally a Dongmang family, and when he teleported to Morrowind Castle, it was already dark and even the city gates were closed. He was an immortal, so sneaking over such a city wall was not a big deal, but he wanted to bring a guide.
It would be difficult to go out.
So he could only go alone. However, this place was already on the edge of Dongmang, places like Morrowind Castle and Bluestone City. It was extremely desolate. It was extremely normal to not encounter a village even after flying for seventy or eighty miles.
After going back countless times, he finally arrived at Hutou Town when the sky was getting brighter.
Looking at the lifeless and messy station, he was stunned for a while before shouting, "Zheng family children, if you are not dead, come out to me!"
This sound was shouted out by him using his spiritual energy. It could be heard clearly in a radius of more than twenty miles, and the reverberation was endless.
After a long time, a flying shuttle flew from a distance. On board the flying shuttle was the second-level immortal who guarded the camp yesterday. As soon as Chen Taizhongfu broke through the formation, he greased his feet and slipped away.
When he saw his immortal, he burst into tears and cried, "They are dead, they are all dead... Grandpa Six, you must help us take revenge."
"All dead?" The third-level immortal frowned and spoke calmly and powerfully, "Why are you crying? Tell me what happened... If Yongchang doesn't have a talisman with him, how can something happen to him?"
"Yongchang was taken away from the station," the second-level spirit fairy replied in a timid tone.
In fact, he was not particularly clear about yesterday's battle situation.
This man's name is Zheng Yongxiang. He has been timid since he was a child. He is not well received by others in the Zheng family. When everyone goes out to fight, he is left to guard the base camp.
Yesterday during the day, everyone chased them out. He was guarding the station alone and kept getting news from the communication crane. Even the transmission array failure in Bluestone City was notified by him to the front.
But he wanted to know the details, but the people in front didn't tell him. They just said what happened to Zheng Hai, and what happened to Zheng Hai... Well, Zheng Hai was killed...
The reason why everyone didn't tell him in detail is also very simple. Although Zheng Yongxiang is timid, he has a very big mouth.