Wild Moon Monk and Taoist Xiu Mu, the two Emei Sect experts fought so fiercely that the rest of the Grand Supreme Elders were alarmed. They ended their meditation and rushed over to mediate.
Even the Sect Master of Emei Sect, Taoist Master Hai Chan, was dispatched.
Taoist Master Hai Chan's common name was Liu Haichan. He was less than sixty years old. As a martial artist, he was still in his prime. However, some people in Pingchuan Province also noticed that there was a "Taoist Master Hai Chan" in Qingcheng Sect. They did not know what relationship this person had with Liu Haichan. He actually dared to use the same name as the Emei Sect Master.
When Liu Haichan appeared, the battle between Wild Moon Monk and Old Man Xiu Mu had also ended. It only ended under the persuasion and joint suppression of many Grand Supreme Elders.
For a guy like Wild Moon Monk, it was really a headache to reason with him.
"Two Grand Supreme Elders, are you deliberately letting others see our Emei Sect as a joke?" Liu Haichan's tone was very calm, but it revealed a strong majesty. This was the majesty of a Sect Master.
Even these Grand Supreme Elders could not help but have a stern expression.
Wild Moon Monk was still a little mad. He roared, "Old Man Xiu Mu is too shameless to eat alone!"
"It's all about the elixirs?" Liu Haichan snorted. "It's just for a few elixirs, and you guys are in such a mess. It's simply a joke. Two Grand Elders, since this matter was caused by the two of you, then come with me to explain to these Jianghu people. "
"Explain? To who? "Wild Moon Monk and Old Man Xiu Mu were stunned at the same time.
"To explain to the people who participated in the market trade. Now this group of people has united to ask for someone from our Emei Sect. They said that they want to talk to this guy and invite him to participate in the next market trade. It's not good for us to refuse this request. "Liu Haichan pointed out the current problem.
"United to ask for someone from us?" Old Man Xiu Mu sneered. "Who do these people think they are! How dare they behave atrociously in our Emei Sect's territory! "
"This group of people is indeed not good. However, their request is not excessive, so the two of you should go with me to deal with it, "Liu Haichan said.
"But this kid is already dead!" Kuang Yue said.
"He's dead, but his body is still here," Liu Haitan said. He asked someone to take the pile of minced meat and Qin Lang's clothes.
The group returned to Immortal Peak Temple.
Sure enough, a group of Jianghu people from Pingchuan Province were still lingering at the Immortal Peak Temple, clamoring to see the sloppy young man who was selling pills. Daoist Hai Chan of the Qingcheng School was among these people.
It could be seen that the struggle between the Qingcheng Sect and the Emei Sect was getting more and more intense.
"Everyone, I have just received a piece of unfortunate news — Mr. Zhao, whom you are concerned about, has fallen off the cliff."
Liu Haichan came in front of everyone and announced the news that "Zhao Kan" was dead. Hearing this news, the people present were naturally emotional. Moreover, they didn't believe that the sloppy youth would fall off the cliff by himself. Without a doubt, the Emei Sect must have forced him to his death.
"Mr. Zhao fell off the cliff by himself? Did I hear that right? "
Daoist Hai Chan of the Qingcheng School sneered. "A Mystic Martial Realm expert would fall off the cliff by himself and die?"
Of course, no one would believe that a Mystic Martial Realm expert would fall off the cliff and die. In everyone's opinion, this was just an excuse from the Emei Sect. It was obvious that the Emei Sect had forced him to his death, but there was no evidence. Moreover, the Emei Sect was so powerful that most of the others dared not speak up. Only the people from the Qingcheng School dared to challenge them.
"Qin Haitan, do you have any evidence for this?" Liu Haitan questioned his half-brother.
That's right, Daoist Hai Chan of the Qingcheng School was Liu Haitan's "brother," but the two sides had deep grievances, so one joined the Qingcheng School and the other joined the Emei Sect. Even though both of them had "become monks," the hatred in their hearts was no longer indifferent. Instead, it was getting stronger.
"What evidence do you need? You Emei Sect forced him to his death, but you don't dare to admit it? Forget it, it's fine if you don't admit it. But what about the pills on that person? Is the Emei Sect going to keep it all to themselves? " Qin Haitan was indeed an outstanding figure in the Qingcheng School. He knew that these Jianghu people had no such thing as justice. The reason why everyone gathered here to seek justice for "Zhao Kan" was none other than the treasure on the sloppy young man. As for the sloppy young man's life and death, and how he died, almost no one cared.
"You want the pills? It's a pity that this person died without leaving a single pill behind, "Liu Haitan said coldly.
"That's your answer?" Qin Haitan sneered. "Emei Sect, you really know how to lie through your teeth! First, you said that the kid fell off the cliff and died, and now you're saying that he didn't leave any pills on him. Do you think this is possible? Do you think it's possible?! "
"Impossible!"
"Hand over the pills!"
"We want the pills!"
"Everyone who sees it has a share!"
"…"
The crowd was agitated, not for justice, but to divide the spoils.
While these people were causing a ruckus around the Immortal Peak Temple, Qin Lang had already left Mount Emei and was now on his way back to An Rong.
For Qin Lang, making money from this market transaction was only secondary. The key was that through this market transaction, he had gained some intuitive understanding of the Jianghu of Pingchuan Province. To put it simply:
Poor!
That's right, the current Jianghu of Pingchuan Province could only be described with the word "poor". No pills, no pills, no spirit stones … martial arts cultivation had basically sunk into an unprecedented low. Without resources, it was difficult to grow no matter how talented one was. Just like a sapling that wanted to grow, it would not do without fertile soil and sufficient sunlight.
Moreover, it was not only the Jianghu people who were poor. Martial arts families, even big sects like the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng School, were also very "poor". They did not lack money, but they lacked all kinds of cultivation materials. Moreover, these cultivation materials could not be bought with money. Otherwise, Qin Lang's act of auctioning pills would not have been seen as a wastrel.
In addition, Qin Lang could see that behind the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng School, there seemed to be more powerful forces supporting them. It was not as simple as Buddhism and Taoism. Qin Lang could already see the emergence of cultivators. Moreover, in Qin Lang's opinion, the gradual involvement of cultivators in the affairs of Jianghu was probably not a good sign.
After settling his thoughts, Qin Lang made a phone call. "Immortal Shui Jing, please speak to me."
"I'm Shui Jing. Who is this?" Immortal Shui Jing's voice sounded from the phone.
"I'm Qin Lang. I went to the Immortal Peak Temple market today. "
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