He held the box with one hand and said, "Don't tell anyone about this in case someone covets the Evil Sky Pavilion."
"Seventh Senior Brother, there are many who covet the Evil Sky Pavilion … One less won't make a difference," Zhu Honggong, Old Eighth, said.
"No, I'm talking about this box."
If it really was a top-grade treasure, it would definitely cause even more disputes in the future.
Si Wuya brought the box to the back of the Tiger Ridge.
Zhu Honggong followed closely behind him.
A boat-shaped flying chariot was parked on a flatland behind the mountain.
There were more than ten cultivators in light-colored robes in the surroundings.
When Si Wuya appeared, more than ten cultivators bowed in unison. "Sect master."
Si Wuya casually waved the mysterious treasure chest in his hand, and it landed on the flying chariot.
He leaped into the flying chariot again.
"To Anyang."
"Yes."
Hum
More than a dozen cultivators poured their Primal Qi into it at the same time.
The huge flying chariot rose slowly under the influence of the Formation veins and Primal Qi.
The flying chariot hovered in midair and paused for a moment.
Si Wuya said indifferently, "Old Eighth, don't show yourself for the time being. The cooperation between the Fiend Temple and the Righteous Sect fell through. They won't dare to look for trouble with the Evil Sky Pavilion. They'll only target you. "
When Zhu Honggong heard that, he shuddered and said in a sobbing tone, "Senior brother … this is your idea. How can you blame it on me …"
Si Wuya's expression remained calm as he looked in the direction of Anyang.
"Although Zhang Yuanshan has provoked the Evil Sky Pavilion many times, he's actually a coward. He was a coward. Otherwise, with his Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm cultivation base, he wouldn't have been able to rush back when you and Master appeared on the Green Jade Altar. "
"You can't blame me for that."
"No … this kind of people have one thing in common: they bully the weak and fear the strong."
Hum
The flying chariot flew slowly.
Zhu Honggong frowned slightly. Did Zhang Yuanshan mean that the Tiger Ridge Gang was a pushover?
"Farewell, Senior Brother."
He bowed slightly and watched the flying chariot leave.
Eighth Brother stood up straight and snorted, "I, Eighth Brother, am not that easy to bully."
Two hours later.
The flying chariot slowly descended near Anyang.
Si Wuya stepped out of the flying chariot and looked at Anyang City.
"Sect Master, we've already taken care of the surroundings. No one will know your whereabouts. "A subordinate walked over.
Si Wuya nodded. "Wait here. I'll be right back."
"Sect Master, Senior Sword Devil has been mingling in the marketplace recently. I'm worried that Senior Sword Devil will be angry with your sudden visit."
Si Wuya glanced at him and said,
"You've always misjudged Second Senior Brother … I have my own judgment."
"Yes."
Si Wuya raised his hand.
The mysterious box in the flying chariot flew into his palm.
Meanwhile.
On the third floor of a restaurant in Anyang City.
The green-robed swordsman poured himself a cup of wine.
The entire restaurant was empty. There was not a single person in sight.
The waiter at the side trembled, occasionally glancing at the green-robed swordsman.
Looking down from the window on the third floor, one could get a general view of Anyang City.
"How much longer?" the green-robed swordsman suddenly asked.
"From … from Qingyang to … to Anyang, it takes an hour. By now … should, should be here. "Every time the waiter spoke, he would swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"There's no need for you to be afraid … There's wine and food here. Sit down and have a drink," the green-robed swordsman said calmly.
"No, no, no … I dare not. I'll just stand here … It's fine …" The waiter felt chills running down his spine.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps could be heard coming from the staircase.
Several cultivators arrived on the third floor. One was in the Divine Court realm, two were in the Brahman Sea realm, six were in the Sense Condensing realm, and three were in the Mystic Enlightening realm.
There was only one table, one stool, and a table full of food and wine on the third floor.
The green-robed swordsman and the waiter were alone.
The green-robed swordsman glanced at the cultivators who came up the stairs. He continued to refill his wine cup and said calmly, "The Qingyang mounted bandits can stay. The rest of you may leave."
The waiter felt as though he had just been pardoned. He hastily bowed. "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
He ran faster than a rabbit. In just a blink of an eye, he ran down the stairs and vanished.
Several cultivators looked at the green-robed swordsman in confusion.
The middle-aged man in the lead sensed a peculiar aura from the green-robed swordsman. He cupped his fists and asked, "Who are you, sir?"
The green-robed swordsman did not answer their question.
Instead, he said, "Are all of you from Qingyang Mountain's mounted bandits?"
"Mounted bandits are a little harsh … We're just trying to make a living. It's not easy for us to run this restaurant. I hope you won't make things difficult for us, sir."
"If that's the case … that makes things easier."
The green-robed swordsman raised his wine cup and drained it in one gulp. His tone was calm a second ago, but in the next second, his tone changed. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to end yourselves … My sword doesn't like to be stained with the blood of low-level cultivators."
The cultivators were shocked. They took a step back.
"Who are you, sir?"
The green-robed swordsman put his wine cup down.
He smiled faintly and said, "I'm Yu Shangrong."
"…"
"Sword Devil?!"
The cultivators instinctively turned tail and ran.
It did not matter if it was real or not.
Bam! Bam!
Bam! At the top of the stairs, a powerful energy blocked their escape.
The green-robed swordsman continued to pour himself a cup of wine.
It was as though he did not see any of this.
The dozen or so cultivators were in a state of chaos.
All of a sudden …
In the air outside the restaurant, countless hidden Stellar Energy weapons were flying toward them.
They shone with a golden radiance like a peacock spreading its feathers.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! They pierced through the chests of the low-level cultivators with great precision.
Some of them looked like hedgehogs.
The green-robed swordsman did not even look at them. He merely shook his head lightly and put his wine cup down. He said with slight disdain, "Junior brother, you've ruined my mood. I really don't like the smell of blood. "
Thud.
Thud. Thud.
Si Wuya walked up the stairs with his hands on his back. He wore a smile on his face as the mysterious treasure chest hovered next to him.
"I've ruined your mood, senior brother. I'll treat you to a private banquet instead. I'll apologize to you …" Si Wuya sat down at the table opposite Yu Shangrong.
Yu Shangrong shook his head and said, "Since you have such intentions, junior brother … However, it's a pity for these mounted bandits. I promised to let them end their own lives, but I failed to do so."
"It's my fault … I shouldn't have interfered." Si Wuya said, "You're a distinguished man, senior brother. Why did you lower yourself to deal with these lowly mounted bandits?"
"Little Junior Sister is innocent and naive. Her business … is my business," Yu Shangrong said.
Si Wuya was taken aback. He said, "Second Senior Brother really dotes on Little Junior Sister."
"Not really …" Yu Shangrong said gently, "When Eldest Senior Brother and I left the Evil Sky Pavilion, Little Junior Sister hadn't even joined the sect yet."
"Why did you do that?" Si Wuya glanced at the bandits' corpses.
With his hands on his back, he looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "I've met Little Junior Sister a few times. I think she's as sincere as I am."
"…"
Si Wuya cleared his throat and said, "Second Senior Brother … Let's get down to business."
He waved his hand casually.
The mysterious box landed on Zhuo.
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