Just as Qin Lang expected, when the arrogant young man saw that Qin Lang was injured, he felt that it was beneath him to make a second move. Perhaps in the eyes of the young man, an idiot like Qin Lang making a second move was a disgrace to his name.
At that moment, the sect leader of Emei Sect heard the news and rushed over. She invited the young man to another place.
In Qin Lang's eyes, there were only two reasons why the sect leader of Emei Sect appeared at this time. One was to show the young man that Emei Sect was paying great attention to this matter, and also to show respect to this "little sword celestial". The second was to send a signal to the people of Pingchuan Province: Emei Sect had already become a "sword celestial". In the future, anyone who wanted to make an enemy of Emei Sect would have to consider the consequences.
After the young man left, the auction continued, but there were still some insignificant items. Nothing that could catch Qin Lang's attention appeared again. In just one morning, the market place was over.
As the organizer, Emei Sect played the role of the host and invited the people of Jianghu to stay for lunch. At the same time, Emei Sect also received a generous commission. This was where the organizer's "profit" came from. They provided the market place for transactions, maintained order, and also got a share of the commission for every transaction.
If this was the usual market place, many people would have left in a hurry. But this time, there were some exceptions. Most people did not leave in a hurry. Instead, they chose to wait and watch. Of course, waiting and watching also required a reason. After all, this was Emei Sect's territory. Therefore, the reason these people chose was to eat. Since Emei Sect provided lunch, they should naturally let all the people of Jianghu eat their fill. Therefore, these people ate with all their might. They ate non-stop, using their meals to buy time. They used their meals to think about how to deal with Qin Lang and squeeze out all the treasures from Qin Lang's body.
Of course, not all the people of Jianghu thought this way. Some people knew that they could not compete with the other sects, so they stayed not to kill and steal, but to watch the show. There was no lack of busybodies in the Jianghu. These busybodies all wanted to see how this matter would end.
Qin Lang knew the situation he was in, but he wasn't anxious at all. Even when he was facing the "Little Sword Immortal", he wasn't anxious at all. Even the injury to his palm was just a small trick. Qin Lang had done it on purpose. Although Qin Lang had only managed to kill the woman in the Heavenly Chaos Vein by a stroke of luck, Qin Lang's cultivation base had improved by leaps and bounds overnight. While his cultivation level hadn't increased, his strength had increased severalfold.
After the baptism of the Primal Chaos Heavenly Vein and the Water of Life, Qin Lang's life force had become abnormally vigorous. His body's recovery ability was also beyond imagination. Therefore, the wound on his palm had long since healed. The bandage was just a cover-up. He knew that the appearance of this swordsman meant that the sect of the woman in the Heavenly Feather had begun to thoroughly investigate her death. In that case, the entire Mount Emei was probably under their surveillance. Qin Lang might not be afraid of this swordsman, but he had to be wary of the power behind this person.
As for now, since the swordsman didn't suspect him, Qin Lang didn't have to worry about it. He looked around at the people eating with him. He knew that these people were still waiting for an opportunity to plot against him. However, Qin Lang wasn't anxious at all. Since everyone was eating, he continued to eat.
In any case, it was just killing time by eating. Moreover, Qin Lang always had a good appetite. Moreover, he had a Myriad Poison Sac with him. If he couldn't finish eating, he could feed the poisonous insects. Therefore, if he relied on eating to buy time, Qin Lang would have an absolute advantage.
As for the others, what did it have to do with him?
Just like that, a strange thing happened. The market had already been closed for half a day. When it was almost dusk, this group of people were still eating lunch. However, although martial artists had a good appetite, there was a limit to it. After eating for the entire afternoon, only a few of them could remain unbloated. Most importantly, the people from the Emei Sect were also bad. The people from the Emei Sect knew the purpose of this group of people from the Jianghu. However, as the host, the Emei Sect couldn't just chase these people away, could they? They couldn't directly chase them away, but they could indirectly harm them. Didn't these people from the Jianghu want to buy time by eating? The Emei Sect kept sending food and rice to the table. They didn't stop for even a moment, so this group of people had no time to digest!
Finally, someone could no longer hold on. He quickly left his seat and rushed into the forest next to the Immortal Peak Temple.
After that, more people rushed into the forest one after another, but none of them came back.
The number of people gradually decreased. However, when night came, half of the people still managed to hold on. Moreover, the Emei Sect still continued to send food. It seemed that they wouldn't stop until these people were stuffed to death. Emei Pai's move was indeed sinister, but this group of people could only suffer in silence, they could not voice their bitterness.
Qin Lang wasn't in a hurry to leave because he knew that if he left now, the journey would be difficult. He didn't know how many people were waiting to rob him on the way. Qin Lang wasn't afraid of these people. He just didn't want to cause too much trouble. The current situation in the Jianghu was very subtle. In a situation where he couldn't see the situation clearly, Qin Lang felt that it was definitely not wrong to keep a low profile.
There was no point in wasting time. At this time, someone from the Emei Sect came to send food. So, Qin Lang said to the person, "I want to see the person in charge of the Emei Sect."
When the person heard Qin Lang's words, he quickly ran to report to his superior.
A moment later, Qin Lang saw Xiu Mu walking towards him. Seeing Xiu Mu appear, the rest of the Jianghu people cursed in their hearts. They knew that Qin Lang, this fat sheep, was probably going to fall into the hands of the Emei Sect. However, at this point, the Jianghu people in Pingchuan Province were also helpless. This was the territory of the Emei Sect. Who would dare to fight with the Emei Sect? Moreover, this fat sheep had voluntarily asked to fall into the Emei Sect's devil's den.
But even so, there were still many people who didn't leave immediately. It seemed that they were very concerned about the fate of this fat sheep.
"Little brother, I still don't know how to address you." Xiu Mu smiled and said to Qin Lang.
"My name is Zhao Kan." Qin Lang opened his mouth to lie. Anyway, his current appearance was fake, so naturally, he wouldn't tell the truth about his name.
"So it's Brother Zhao. This way, please." Xiu Mu took Qin Lang to another place. It seemed that he wanted to talk to Qin Lang alone. Seeing Qin Lang leave with Xiu Mu, the rest of the people couldn't help but sigh, as if they were sheep in a tiger's den.
Qin Lang followed Old Man Xiu Mu into a small courtyard at the back of the Immortal Peak Temple. This small courtyard was very secluded, and the living room in the middle was built against the mountain. However, after entering the living room, Old Man Xiu Mu did not stop immediately. Instead, he walked directly to the wall against the mountain and pressed his hand on the wall.
Boom!
The wall was pushed open, and a cave appeared in front of Qin Lang.
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