The world of martial artists descended into chaos.
During that day, the sects that retreated from the city were ambushed and attacked by the Forest Union to varying degrees! Many Blessed Realm bandits were like tigers that had grown wings under the leadership of a few Mystical Realm players. They easily destroyed most of the sects that were tasked to protect the tributes. The scene of them tearing through the tributes like a hot knife cutting through butter was unbearable.
Aside from a few powerful sects who managed to withstand the bandits' offense and drag things out a little longer, only a few people who decisively abandoned the tributes when they saw that the situation was bad and escaped. Most of the sects were completely wiped out!
During that period of time …
There were quite a number of players who wanted to interfere because they wanted to take advantage of the situation, but once they were revived in Guanlin Temple, they understood the severity of the situation.
The tributes given to the emperor for his birthday were not something that people like them could get their hands on!
The Forest Union took the chance when they fought against each other and their strength was greatly reduced. They also did not have the protection of the imperial court to stab them in the back, and most of the tributes were taken away from the players.
Of course …
But there were some special exceptions.
Some players saw some clues based on the battle replays recorded in different regions.
If the number of tribute boxes and tributes was small, the number of bandits that ambushed them would be small, and the chances of a Mystical Realm bandit leader appearing would also be reduced. The sects that gathered the tributes from the players wantonly would attract more bandits. The number of Mystical Realm bandit leaders would also increase, and they would die even faster!
Hence …
On that day, some of the teams that were strong enough but did not have many tributes were able to successfully block a few waves of ambushes. They did not lose the tributes in their hands.
The rarer something was, the greater its value!
Since most of the bloody cases caused by the tributes had been taken away by the imperial court and Forest Union, the tributes that remained in the hands of a small number of players instantly became even more valuable. More sects and factions of power began to spare no effort in searching for the location of the tributes.
In the beginning …
If most of the sects obtained the tributes, they could ensure that they would not interfere with each other's business and that they could strengthen each other.
But right then, the priceless treasures, martial art manuals, and medicinal pills in everyone's hands had all been lost. There was no way they would be willing to watch a small number of people use them to rise above them.
Under the trend of benefits and greed, an even more intense bloodbath rose in the world of martial artists.
Even Shaolin Temple, the leader of the martial arts sects in the world of martial artists, was dragged into this disaster that made all the people in the world of martial artists pale at the mention of it.
Zhengzhou, Mount Song.
Thirteen staff-wielding monks walked quickly along the wide government-made road at the foot of the mountain. Every single one of them had bloodstains on their faces, and they looked tired from the journey.
Behind them was an 'open' escort carriage that had lost its escort flag and canopy. Three brocade boxes were placed on top of the carriage. Under the pull of the horses, the carriage creaked all the way.
"We're almost there!"
Glancing at the towering Mount Song, the group of Shaolin Temple disciples were slightly relieved, their eyes flashing with excitement.
"Keep it up! Another two miles ahead is the territory of our Shaolin Temple! "
Everyone was delighted and urged their horses to speed up for a while.
"Be careful! Someone's there! "
When they passed by a pavilion, the people at the front narrowed their eyes and quickly whispered to the people behind them.
The eyes of the group of monks sparkled. Their robes fluttered, and their qi surged. They looked at the pavilion not too far away from them!
The pavilion at the foot of Mount Song for passersby to stop and rest was very simple and normal. It was made of straw and wood, and there was a stone table and a few stone blocks at the center.
At that moment, there were two players sitting in the pavilion. They seemed to be working together, but they were actually not.
One of them was a middle-aged man with an unkempt face. He held a pot of wine in his drunken state and drank to his heart's content in front of the stone table. Occasionally, he would smack his lips. "Good wine!" He looked like he was enjoying it.
The man across from him was rather young. His blue robes fluttered in the wind, and his hero's bandana danced in the air. The lines on his face were gentle, and there was no lack of determination. He looked very fresh and handsome. He did not seem to mind the unkempt middle-aged man drinking to his heart's content in front of him. While casting him a faint smile, he toyed with a very normal-looking jade slit ring in his hands. Even when the group of people from Shaolin Temple passed by the pavilion, they did not spare them a glance.
But the thirteen monks from Shaolin Temple clearly did not think that the people in the pavilion were pilgrims who came to sightsee. The person in the lead whispered to his companion.
"Circle! Send the signal and have our sect members come over to receive us. "
The person behind him took a quick step forward and stared at the people in the pavilion. He brought out an item from his Universe Bag and threw it into the air.
"Ruthlessness!"
A shrill sound rose, and a fiery red light swiftly rose into the air. With a bang, a spark that was not very dazzling shone in the sky.
The reactions of the two people in the pavilion were different.
The unkempt middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. He quickly cast a glance at the signal in the sky before his expression returned to normal.
The blue-robed young man did not even raise his head. He continued to act as if everything in the world was not as attractive as the jade slit ring in his hands. He did not move, as if he did not hear anything.
The group of monks looked at each other in shock.
They had already sent the signal, and they believed that soon, Shaolin Temple's senior and junior brothers would come over to provide reinforcements. But these two people remained unmoved. Could it be that they were not coming for them? Or could it be that they had already given up on stealing the tribute?
Besides …
The area around the pavilion was rather wide, and it was impossible for anyone to hide there. There should not be any ambush.
Even though they thought that way, the Shaolin Temple monks did not let down their guard. They carefully protected the carriage and continued moving forward.
They passed by the pavilion.
The two people in the pavilion still remained unmoved.
However, the unkempt middle-aged man stopped drinking. He placed his pot on the table and stared at the blue-robed young man who was examining the jade across from him. A hint of puzzlement appeared on his face.
In truth, when he rushed to the pavilion, the blue-robed young man had already been there for a while.
The blue-robed young man had an extraordinary bearing and a great presence. He looked very young, and before he arrived, he had been looking in the direction of Mount Song. There was a faint yearning and sadness on his face. Even though he seemed to have become a different person, it was not difficult to tell that he had some sort of special feelings for Mount Song, or rather, for Shaolin Temple.
It was precisely because of this strange change that the unkempt middle-aged man believed that he had come with the same goal as him.
But when the Shaolin Temple monk passed by, he did not even look at him. He also acted as if he did not hear the signal, and it made the unkempt middle-aged man hesitate.
'Could it be that the boy did not come for the tribute?'
When the Shaolin Temple monk's carriage was about to leave his sight, the boy remained unmoving and focused on examining the jade slit ring in his hands. The unkempt middle-aged man finally stood up from his seat while swaying.
"I'm going to walk the world of martial artists with a pot of turbid wine. I won't be keeping you company." The unkempt middle-aged man left the blue-robed young man sitting quietly in the pavilion. His footsteps were unstable, and he headed in the direction where the monk had come from.
But he did not notice that at the moment the blue-robed young man left the pavilion, a faint smile appeared on his face. He shook his head slightly and continued to look at the jade slit ring.
The wind blew past the pavilion quietly.
The intermittent sounds of weapons clashing and angry shouts could be vaguely heard.
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