Everyone in the world of martial artists walked their own paths, and they had their own principles and bottom lines that they had to abide by, which were their Dao.
The most inconspicuous was the market trade. The rarer something was, the more valuable it was. The rarer something was, the higher the profit it could get. It was the same for other industries. The more dangerous a trade was, the more difficult it was to find items that were rarely seen. The corresponding danger was corresponding to the corresponding profit!
This was also a manifestation of the 'Dao'.
Even the diviners who read fortunes for others on the streets had to abide by their own values and Dao! They had to be careful and cautious in everything they did!
For example …
Fortune telling and fortune telling were cheap.
Finding out a person's whereabouts required a lot of thought and time, and the fee was slightly high.
But if it was related to some secrets or treasures, the price would increase by leaps and bounds. In fact, it could be said that it was a huge profit. If they did not do business for three years, they would be able to eat for three years if they did!
Of course …
Diviners were also dangerous.
If it was a normal person looking for them, they could recklessly ask for some fortune telling fees. If they knew that the person was strong and had killed many people, they would think about it repeatedly like a normal person, and they would struggle between the rewards and their safety.
Of course, they would definitely not be willing to pay a normal price. If they used their safety in exchange for some insignificant money, how could they not increase the risk?
Hence …
The cost of the detection was also rising.
Happy had used this method to kill more than one hundred people through a few evasions and encounters. His infamy had spread, and any diviner who came up with this theory would be terrified by his infamy. They would be worried about their future and fates.
Of course!
This was just a small trick to deal with diviners.
It was also the method many powerful players used to deal with this sort of fatal pursuit during the early stages of his previous life!
Kill ten people! Infamy grew! Kill fifty people! Infamy! Kill more than one hundred people and become a demon! Kill more than two hundred people! No one could stop him, and the diviner would avoid him.
If he killed ten people, the price for detecting evil people would be slightly higher.
If he killed fifty people, the price for detecting evil people would increase by several times!
Once he became a demon, he would not be able to afford the fortune telling fees. At that time, he would need thousands or even tens of thousands of taels of silver crumbs to perform a divination. However, since everyone's qi realms were low during the early stages of the game and they were not famous, the starting price for a divination was high, and they could still afford it. Once they reached the later stages of Mystical Realm and reached Life and Death Realm, based on what the diviners said, each divination would risk their lives, and the price would be high.
Being slaughtered once was enough to make one's flesh ache!
As for the last one …
After killing two hundred people, Zhou Yi evaded.
There was no one who could fight against this sort of person. Even diviners did not want to offend him. No matter how much money they had, they would not be stupid enough to provoke this karma and bring disaster to themselves for no reason!
As time passed, the number of divination fees Happy created changed. More people noticed it, and the forces of power who chased after him also increased their pace.
…
On the government-made road that led to Luoyang outside the city, there were two rows of green willows beside the green river. They swayed slightly in the breeze, and they gave off a cool feeling.
Many players in Luoyang City loved the scenery here!
When they were not training, couples would come to this place to rest. They were dressed in the attire of scholars and beautiful women in red sleeves, and they would either sit or stand while they talked about love. They decorated the martial artists who hurried past them, and it gave off the feeling of a pure world of martial artists.
But on this day …
The area outside Luoyang City was not very peaceful.
On an empty spot not too far away from the government-made road was a man with a crown on his head and a bone-shaped nunchakus in his hands. He jumped down from his tall and black horse. His footsteps were slow, and his posture was relaxed. If it were not for his aquiline nose and beady eyes that shone with a scheming light, he would have looked very cool and elegant.
Unfortunately for him …
His facial expression did indeed make him look bad!
It was especially so when he was compared to the blue-robed young man across from him. It made him look like he was a bad person.
"I finally caught up to you."
The slightly smug voice of the man with the crown was a little shrill. He did not put away his horse. Instead, he held the bone-shaped nunchakus that shone with a silver-white metallic light under the sun and walked toward Happy.
Happy scowled, and his expression was solemn.
However, he did not even cast a glance at the man with the crown. He just stood where he was with a calm expression and looked in another direction while he quietly counted the time.
"…"
When the man with the crown noticed that his opening words did not receive the response he expected and that he did not even attract Happy's attention, he just stood there quietly with an absent-minded look, and his face turned red. A hint of anger appeared in his eyes.
No matter what, he was the famous Nunchakus God in Zhengzhou. With his Ghost Devouring Staff and his Seventy-three Ghost Slaying Styles, he had defeated many powerful players in Zhengzhou. Yet Happy had actually looked down on him and did not regard him as a threat at all?
Even though his big brother had continuously reminded him to be careful and not to come into direct contact with him or engage him in a fight, when he saw Happy's arrogant and conceited expression, anger rose in his chest for some reason!
He roared in anger!
"Blue-robed Noble Sword User, what a man you are! Take this! "
The man with the crown moved like a snake, and with dust flying in the air, he charged forward!
At the same time …
The nunchakus shone with a silver-white halo, and with a clang, it brought with it the shrill sound of a ghost's wail in the air. "Screech!" Under the cover of layers of afterimages, it charged forward in a continuous stream, as if it had a form, to attack Happy, who was a few feet away.
"Ghost Slaying Art!"
Happy was clearly stunned. He tapped against the ground quickly, and only then did his gaze focus on the man with the crown, who had already pounced on him with his staff. Dozens of silver-white skulls looked like savage and fierce ghost faces under the effect of the halo. They were packed densely together! They did not stop! With the unique sound wave attack from Ghost Devouring Staff, the ghost's wails and howls advanced madly, and their momentum was astonishing! Happy's speed was even above his.
"…"
Happy scowled, and his left hand instantly took the form of a dragon.
Right when he was about to attack with Dragon Capture, a tremor that sounded like thunder came from the distance. His heart trembled, and his left hand instantly stopped moving. Instead, he struck his waist.
Whoosh!
The Hundred-battle Saber shot out of its sheath with a hoarse whine.
Happy moved incredibly quickly. He turned around elegantly, and his fingers moved like lightning. He grabbed the hilt of the Hundred-battle Saber in the air and pulled it.
Boom!!!
His movements were relaxed and relaxed, but a destructive and sharp presence burst forth from his body! Once he infused his qi into the saber, the dark blue saber glare instantly grew to be more than two feet long, and it cut violently against the nunchakus coming at him.
"Screech!"
The savage ghost faces that came charging at him were instantly torn to shreds by the dark blue saber glare, as if they were pieces of paper.
The countless ghost faces that came after them also instantly vanished like paper tigers!
Clang!
A dull sound of metal clashing rose, and the man with the crown was sent thirty-two feet away with his weapon. He crashed heavily on the ground, and he could not help but cough up a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
He lost completely!
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