The river calmed down.
Chen Zong stared in front of him in surprise. He could vaguely see the silhouettes of people.
"Brother, isn't it interesting?" Wang Yaorong laughed. He had seen this scene countless times and had long lost interest in it. However, it was Chen Zong's first time seeing it.
It was busy and bustling. Everyone seemed to have something important to do as they hurried along.
It was a pier called the Dayu Pier. This name symbolized the ownership of the pier. It was the exclusive pier of the Dayu Trading Company.
Owning a pier also showed the shocking wealth of the Dayu Trading Company and the hidden power behind it.
The Dayu Trading Company built such a pier not only for cross-river trade, but also for trade along the Sinking Feather River. The boats used were naturally made of black wood. However, they couldn't be compared to the boats that crossed the Sinking Feather River.
The boats gradually slowed down as they neared the shore.
"Everyone, you can disembark now." A deacon of the Dayu Trading Company said loudly.
"Brother Chen Zong, I still have something to do. We'll part ways here. See you again if fate allows." Wang Yaorong laughed out loud. Then, he leaped up and soared like a big bird. After flying out of the wooden boat, he landed firmly on the dock. Then, he quickly shuttled through the crowd and disappeared into the crowd.
"See you again." Chen Zong said indifferently. His body flashed and landed on the pier as light as a feather.
The dock was made of wood, but it was very stable. Chen Zong took a step forward and was surprised to find that the people coming and going around were either emitting strong blood and Qi fluctuations or strong Inner Strength fluctuations, but these people were just porters carrying goods.
Chen Zong was surprised when he first arrived at the Cloud Dragon Dynasty from the Eastern Continent. The Cloud Dragon Dynasty's Martial Dao level was much higher than the Eastern Continent's. When the three dynasties first set foot on the Longtu Dynasty's territory, he was surprised again when he saw just a small pier.
Martial artists with powerful Vitality and Force Refinement realm martial artists who were not weak were actually just porters carrying goods. It was too unbelievable.
However, Chen Zong was not too surprised. Perhaps he had been prepared for this.
The more martial arts flourished in a place, the more popular martial arts techniques would be, and the more people would practice martial arts. Even if one's talent was average, they would still be able to cultivate some skills to strengthen their body and make a better living.
All kinds of shouts came from all directions, and the crowd was bustling. Chen Zong was as agile as a fish, shuttling through the crowd. At this moment, a thin and small figure mixed in the crowd, seemingly inadvertently approaching Chen Zong.
The moment the skinny figure passed by Chen Zong, his slender fingers reached for the bag on Chen Zong's shoulder at lightning speed. His fingers reached into the bag as if there was nothing there. Just as he was about to take out the item inside, he realized that he had missed.
This person was very experienced, and his reaction was fast. The moment his fingers missed, he did not hesitate and immediately staggered his footsteps. His body swayed, leaving behind a few afterimages as he quickly made his way to the densest part of the crowd.
From missing to retreating, it only took a blink of an eye. This reaction speed was incomparable to many Inner Qi Realm martial artists. However, Chen Zong's reaction speed was even faster. He used his finger as a sword and stabbed out.
Under the sword finger, the air was pierced, leaving a white scar. The skinny figure was shocked. He used the movement technique that he was proud of to the extreme, but he found that the sword finger was still in front of him, and he could not dodge. It was as if a divine sword had come from the heavens. It was so sharp that he felt as if it had pierced through his forehead from a distance.
"Stop …" The skinny figure tried his best to retreat as he screamed. He did not want to die.
However, that finger didn't hesitate in the slightest, and it descended onto the center of his brows before suddenly stopping. The icy cold and sharp feeling caused the thin figure to be unable to help but twitch, and for a time, he thought that the center of his brows had been pierced through and he'd died.
"I'm still alive …" Realizing this, the skinny figure was terrified. His face was pale, and large amounts of sweat seeped out from his forehead. The sweat on his back drenched his clothes.
This feeling of walking on the edge of death was too exhilarating. His legs felt weak and powerless.
"Stop, or you're dead." The skinny figure quickly retreated. He regained his senses and threatened Chen Zong.
Chen Zong did not have the intention to kill him. After all, he was a thief and did not deserve to die. Secondly, Chen Zong was not a bloodthirsty person. Thirdly, it was better to keep a low profile since he had just arrived.
At the end of the day, even if his fighting strength had reached seven-star, he was still in the Energy Refining Realm. The difference between him and a True Martial Realm was obvious. However, in a place like Longtu Dynasty, True Martial Realm experts might not be everywhere, but they were not a minority. Any one of them had the ability to defeat and kill him.
Retracting his finger, Chen Zong memorized his opponent's appearance and characteristics. This was a middle-aged man with a pointy mouth and ape-like cheeks. He was about to leave.
"Stop." The middle-aged man screamed. His figure flashed and blocked Chen Zong's path. "You almost killed me just now. You have to compensate me. Otherwise, I won't let this matter rest."
"Do you want to die?" Chen Zong's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light. It was as if a sharp sword had been unsheathed. In an instant, the middle-aged man with a pointy mouth and ape-like cheeks felt suffocated.
Terrifying, this was too terrifying.
One had to know that he was at the peak of the Ninth Cycle of Energy Refining Realm, and his fighting strength had reached two-star. Other than a True Martial Realm expert, who else could give him such a feeling?
Could it be that this person was a True Martial Realm expert?
If he was really a True Martial Realm expert, he looked so young. He must have an extraordinary background. What if he was not someone to be trifled with …
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through the middle-aged man's mind.
"No, this person gives me the feeling that he is not a local. Could it be that he came from the other side of the Sinking Feather River?"
"If he came from the other side, it doesn't matter how powerful his background is."
"I am from the Venomous Snake Gang. If you kill me, you won't be able to escape death." As if he had understood something, the middle-aged man with a pointy mouth and ape-like cheeks spoke in a more confident and threatening tone.
"Venomous Snake Gang …" Chen Zong muttered to himself. When he was talking to Wang Yaorong, he had mentioned that there were some small gangs at the pier. They were specialized in finding targets and robbing them of their wealth.
Such small gangs were nothing to the Dayu Trading Firm. They were like ants to the Dayu Trading Firm. As long as the Dayu Trading Firm wanted to, they could easily destroy them.
However, the survival of these small gangs was inextricably linked to the Dayu Trading Firm. In other words, they were inextricably linked to the manager of the Dayu Trading Firm's pier.
To the Dayu Trading Firm, it was just a small gang. However, it had more than one True Martial Realm expert. To the current Chen Zong, such a gang was undoubtedly an existence that he could not contend with.
He was still too weak before reaching the True Martial Realm.
Sometimes, Chen Zong could not help but be impulsive. He wanted to break through to the True Martial Realm and become a True Martial Realm expert. With his current accumulation and foundation, if he broke through to the True Martial Realm, he would definitely be able to advance by leaps and bounds in a short period of time. Furthermore, it would not be an extravagant hope for him to fight those of a higher level.
However, his rationality restrained his impulsiveness.
His foundation was not perfect enough. He had not reached the real peak.
Now, he was hibernating like a dragon in the abyss. He was waiting for the right time to soar.
"Give me 1,000 Spiritual Shells and I will let this matter go. Otherwise, you will know what it means to live a life worse than death." The middle-aged man with a pointy mouth and ape-like cheeks was getting more confident. He sneered and threatened Chen Zong.
People around saw this and stayed far away for fear of being implicated. They looked at Chen Zong with pity in their eyes.
Every day, some people would be blackmailed. They would be blackmailed more than once. They would be blackmailed a second time until they were drained dry. If they dared to resist, they would often end up badly. However, these things were not something they could interfere with.
Chen Zong's eyes were as cold as the edge of a sword. Would he accept the blackmail and give him 1,000 Spiritual Shells?
Impossible.
Perhaps some people would be willing to do so, but Chen Zong was not willing to do so. Only when one's heart desired something and did not go against one's heart, one's sword would be invincible.
The sword flashed and the coldness attacked people. The sword edge was placed on the neck of the middle-aged man.
"Say it again." Chen Zong's voice sounded at the same time. His tone was as cold as a sword. The cold touch on his neck was filled with the breath of death. The middle-aged man with a pointy mouth and ape-like cheeks trembled unconsciously and sweat came out again.
"I … I … I will say …" He stuttered and could not finish a complete sentence because he was afraid.
He was sure that this person's strength was not something he could fight against. If he really wanted to kill him, one sword move would be enough. However, the man's eyes were full of coldness. It was a kind of fierce killing intent. The middle-aged man dared to swear with his well-tempered fingers that the man really dared to kill him.
As for whether the man would die or not, it was not something he could know for sure.
Staying alive was the most important thing. Only then could he enjoy everything.
All of a sudden, Chen Zong's pupils shrank. He hurriedly pulled back his sword and backed away. A strand of powerful finger wind pierced through the air. When it brushed past his face, Chen Zong raised his head in time. He felt a slight pain on his cheek. A thin wound had been cut open. A drop of bright red blood flew out and brushed past the corner of his eye.
"You are just in the Qi Refining State. You can avoid my attack. You are quite capable." A bewildered voice rang out as a brawny man in a short gown with steel-like muscles appeared beside the middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey-like chin.
"Third Guardian." The middle-aged man saw him and quickly bowed.
"Trash, get out of my way." The strong man glanced at the middle-aged man with disdain. He waved his hand and pushed the middle-aged man a dozen meters away. The middle-aged man rolled on the ground. He immediately looked at Chen Zong with a bit of scrutiny. Then he grinned, showing his white teeth. "Young man, you are quite capable. You must have been a genius for a long time."
The man looked at Chen Zong up and down as if he was looking at goods. He focused on the two swords at his waist and the Silver Python Robe, as if he wanted to see something.
"Hand over your swords and robe, and I will spare your life." The strong man laughed.
Chen Zong's pupils shrank. The man was a warrior in the Real Martial Arts Realm. Judging from his aura, the man's cultivation was not very high. He was only in the early stage of the Real Martial Arts Realm.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Zong did not plan to hand over the two swords and the Silver Python Robe. Maybe he was not a match for the man. However, if he used all his strength, he should be able to hold on for a while and then find a chance to escape. In the worst case, he still had the Red Thunder Sword.
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