Chapter 433: Self-Destructing Magic Tools, Chasing for Three Thousand Miles!

“If the Sima Family is willing to offer sufficient compensation, the Lu Family can accept a truce and end this here.”

Ling Zixiao spoke coldly, her gaze unwavering as she looked at the Sima Patriarch within the Talisman Formation.

She hadn’t delivered a killing blow, not because she feared mutual destruction.

Instead, suppressing the Sima Patriarch with Lu Ping’an and then seeking accountability would better serve her interests.

Currently, the Lu Family’s merchants were facing difficulties in opening the Market.

With Lu Ping’an, a visible False Core-level deterrent, it would proceed more smoothly.

Moreover, acquiring storefronts in large Markets was quite troublesome.

The best locations were considered cash cows, and nobody wanted to give them up.

But if they could acquire them through the Sima Family, it would be much simpler.

Furthermore, the six great families in the Qingyun Region, except for the recently established Jin Family in the Azure Cloud Sect, have been operating for over a century.

If the confrontation became too intense, it might also attract attention from the Azure Cloud Sect.

“This old man is willing to offer 300,000 Spirit Stones worth of Natural Treasures as compensation.”

The Sima Patriarch spoke gravely.

300,000 Spirit Stones was not a small amount for any family.

He made this offer thinking Ling Zixiao would not want an all-out battle, providing her a way out.

However, upon hearing this, Ling Zixiao immediately formed a hand seal, activating the Third-Tier Talismans in the formation and attacked Sima Patriarch.

“Boom!”

The Sima Patriarch quickly mobilized his Spirit Tool to the extreme to fend off the attack.

However, his protective shield and even the Artifact were shattered by this Divine Thunder Talisman.

“Ling Zixiao, don’t push me too far! I have already offered compensation!”

“If you push me any further, I’ll self-destruct my Golden Core!”

The Sima Patriarch shouted fiercely.

His Golden Core seed had been killed, and now he was forced to apologize. The indignity was unbearable.

In this situation, Ling Zixiao still struck ruthlessly. Did she think a False Core Patriarch cared nothing for his reputation?

So, he resorted to harsh words to regain a negotiating position.

“Self-destruct the Golden Core!?”

Nearby, Lu Ruyi, Zhou Datong, Lu Lingxiao, and others were stunned and terrified by the Sima Patriarch’s words.

A Golden Core’s self-destruction was unimaginably powerful.

Even though the Sima Patriarch was a False Core, the self-destruction of his core would not be ordinary.

Yet Ling Zixiao’s expression remained cold, unaffected by his threats.

“Pushing too far? After provoking us like this, you think 300,000 Spirit Stones will settle the matter? If word got out, wouldn’t it be known that Bihu Mountain is easy to bully?”

“So, it’s better for you to keep those 300,000 Spirit Stones, Sima Patriarch.”

“As for self-destructing your Golden Core, I would like to see if your False Core can break my Talisman Formation!”

Ling Zixiao’s clear, cold eyes and dignified appearance carried an unassailable sacred authority.

Self-destructing a Golden Core is indeed extraordinary.

But how many could actually do it, when faced with such a choice?

Even an ant clings to life.

Few people would choose to self-destruct their Golden Core unless truly desperate.

Moreover, there’s a saying in the cultivation world.

After a Golden Core cultivator dies, a thread of their spirit may reincarnate and awaken in a future life.

But self-destructing a Golden Core means that both the body and soul will perish.

This leaves behind no traces in the world and eliminates any possibility for reincarnation.

Although reincarnation is uncertain and speculative for cultivators.

Few who reach this level are willing to give up on the idea of reincarnation.

Besides, the fact that the Sima Patriarch surrendered earlier, without being heavily injured, showed he wasn’t the kind of person to self-destruct over mere words!

But Ling Zixiao only dared to push so hard because Lu Changsheng had provided her with the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet.

Otherwise, if the Sima Patriarch did decide to self-destruct, they would face significant danger.

While speaking, three more Third-Tier Talismans flew out from Ling Zixiao’s sleeves.

These Talismans didn’t merge into the formation; they just hovered in front of her.

Third-Tier Talismans consume a lot of Divine Sense and Qi.

She was only in the fourth stage of Foundation Establishment, so if her Divine Sense wasn’t comparable to the peak of Foundation Establishment, it would be difficult for her to control both the formation and these Talismans.

The Sima Patriarch looked at the three Talismans with wide eyes, and said in a deep voice, “What compensation would make you stop?”

“Your Xuanwu Ridge must pay one million Spirit Stones, hand over three pieces of Spirit Land, let me choose thirty shops in the Market, open up all trade points, and refrain from retaliating against Bihu Mountain for a hundred years.”

Ling Zixiao’s graceful and commanding voice rang with undeniable authority.

“Hiss!”

Beside her, Lu Ruyi took a deep breath and looked at her aunt with astonishment.

She remembered the Sima Family only had six pieces of Spirit Land, as far as she knew. Her aunt was asking for half of them.

Plus, the demand for one million Spirit Stones, thirty shops, and open trade points.

Even she thought her aunt was being excessively demanding.

“That’s impossible!”

The Sima Patriarch immediately roared, filling the air with his False Core pressure.

If Lu Ping’an hadn’t been blocking the way, he would have crushed Ling Zixiao with a single blow.

Those conditions were utterly outrageous.

Even the rich and long-established Sima Family couldn’t produce a million Spirit Stones in one go.

Not to mention parting with three pieces of Spirit Land and thirty shops.

“If it’s impossible, then there’s no need to talk.”

Ling Zixiao hadn’t expected him to agree immediately.

Negotiations are always a game of tug-of-war.

After suppressing them, conditions can be negotiated slowly.

As she spoke, she sent another Third-Tier Talisman into the formation, attacking the Sima Patriarch again.

“Boom!”

This attack shattered the Spirit Tool above the Sima Patriarch’s head, blackened his skin, and tore his robe.

“Clang!”

Seizing the opportunity, Lu Ping’an struck out with a golden punch, which struck the ruler-shaped Artifact with a loud clang, causing the Sima Patriarch’s blood and qi to surge, and blood to ooze from his mouth.

“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”

At this moment, dense frost energy surged in the formation, and vines began spreading towards the Sima Patriarch, aiming to suppress him.

“The Sima Family is willing to offer 300,000 Spirit Stones and one piece of Spirit Land!”

The Sima Patriarch formed a hand seal and summoned a turtle shell Artifact that formed a spirit barrier while the ruler in front of him radiated dark light. He shouted loudly.

Ling Zixiao, tall and graceful, stood unmoved, her hands forming seals as her imposing presence continued.

“Add three Top-Tier shops.”

Although he had conceded, the Sima Patriarch’s aura didn’t wane at all, still exuding the dignity of a superior.

“Not enough!”

Ling Zixiao’s face remained calm, exuding an aura of unparalleled dominance.

Beside her, Lu Ruyi, Lu Lingxiao, and the others watched, their hearts pounding.

This was a high-and-mighty False Core Patriarch.

The other side had already backed down, yet their own families’ matriarch and mother still appeared so stern and overbearing, without retreating in the slightest.

However, while watching his mother’s strong and domineering attitude, Lu Lingxiao felt an inexplicable stir in his heart, as if a seed was sprouting within him.

He thought that a true man’s ambition should be like this!

“False Core Patriarchs really aren’t all that impressive!”

A faint golden light flickered in Lu Lingxiao’s eyes as he looked at the Sima Patriarch inside the formation, suddenly feeling that perhaps these Patriarchs weren’t so extraordinary after all.

Even a Golden Core Patriarch and a Nascent Soul True Lord were just a few levels higher in cultivation than him.

Eventually, he would surpass them!

Why should he feel fear and reverence just because of their higher cultivation?

“It’s easier to defeat the thieves in the mountains than the one in your heart!”

Lu Lingxiao muttered, recalling his master’s words.

Cultivation is heart cultivation.

Sometimes, a strong heart is even more important than a high cultivation!

It’s alright to be in awe of higher cultivators, but you should never fear them.

As these thoughts passed through his mind, Lu Lingxiao suddenly felt his Dragon Chant Physique stir, causing the Vermilion Bird Sky Burning Scripture to activate.

“Your Bihu Mountain is truly greedy, do you really think you have me cornered!”

“Today, this ancestor will self-destruct my Golden Core! None of you will escape unscathed!”

The Sima Patriarch knew that Ling Zixiao held the upper hand. He had no bargaining power.

His expression turned savage as he roared, an overwhelming aura rising from him like a blazing sun.

“Ping’an, be careful!”

Ling Zixiao’s usually calm expression changed. She didn’t dare to gamble on whether the Sima Patriarch would actually self-destruct his Golden Core.

She immediately formed a seal, shifting the formation into a defensive stance.

At that moment, Lu Ping’an activated a Third-Tier defensive Talisman.

“A Third-Tier Talisman!”

Seeing this, the Sima Patriarch’s eyes narrowed, showing some regret.

Then, with a ruthless gleam in his eyes, he activated the shiny black ruler Artifact, causing it to explode violently.

He wasn’t self-destructing his Golden Core.

Instead, he was sacrificing his ‘Black Ruler’ Artifact!

As an honored False Core Patriarch, would he really perish just to take a few Foundation Establishment cultivators down with him?

“Boom boom boom——”

The blinding dark light of the explosion flooded the formation. Even with the protection of a Third-Tier Talisman, Lu Ping’an was forced to retreat, summoning a defensive Artifact.

Ling Zixiao quickly manipulated the formation disc, sealing and suppressing the terrifying force.

Nearby, Lu Lingxiao, Lu Ruyi, and Zhou Datong all took action, trying to block the energy leaking from the formation.

“Wu wu wu——”

“Cough cough——”

Even though Lu Ping’an, Ling Zixiao, Lu Lingxiao, and others suppressed the aftermath, the commotion still caused the caravan beasts and Lu Family disciples to churn their blood and look deathly pale.

“Such power! It’s terrifying!”

“The one fighting Lu Ping’an is indeed the Sima Family’s False Core Patriarch!”

“To think a False Core Patriarch has been pushed to this extent by the Lu Family!”

“The Lu Family prepared beforehand by setting up formations and this Talisman Formation; they must have known the Sima Family would send a False Core Patriarch.”

“It seems the Four Talents of the Sima Family were killed by the Lu Family. Otherwise, the Sima Family’s False Core Patriarch wouldn’t have acted so easily.”

“I didn’t expect Ling Zixiao to be proficient in formations as well as Talisman techniques.”

“And Lu Ping’an hid his strength so well. To think he can contend with a False Core Patriarch!”

The cultivators watching from afar were all filled with shock and amazement.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t have believed that Lu Ping’an, who was rumored to have only mid-stage Foundation Establishment strength, could actually fight against a False Core Patriarch.

“Boom boom boom——”

At this moment, the Talisman Formation was riddled with holes from the blast.

“Let’s go!”

The Sima Patriarch, his face pale and his aura withering, grabbed Sima Tai from within the bronze bell. With a flash of divine light, he shot out of the broken formation.

Although the explosion of the ‘Black Ruler’ was powerful, it successfully broke the formation.

However, as it was his life-bound magical treasure.

The explosion inflicted serious damage on him, injuring his foundation.

“You think you can escape!”

Ling Zixiao, controlling the formation, immediately signaled the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet to attack.

“Buzz!”

In an instant, the Sima Patriarch, who had just escaped the formation, felt as if a dull blade struck his mind. His consciousness trembled, leaving him briefly disoriented.

“What kind of technique is this!?”

He didn’t have time to think and quickly circulated his technique to clear his mind, continuing his escape.

“Slash!”

But at that moment, a golden, muscular Lu Ping’an in tattered silver armor shot towards him like a cannonball.

“Boom!”

The already exhausted Sima Patriarch staggered under the impact, spitting blood.

“Second Uncle, go quickly!”

Badly injured, Sima Tai gritted his teeth and stood in Lu Ping’an’s way.

He could tell his family’s Patriarch was at the end of his rope.

If they both tried to escape, it would be impossible.

If the Patriarch were captured or killed by Bihu Mountain, it would be catastrophic for their family.

So, for the sake of the family, he decided to sacrifice himself to buy time for the Patriarch.

“Alright.”

The Sima Patriarch knew this wasn’t the time to hesitate. He patted his Spirit Pet Bag, summoning the Black-Scaled Eagle. As he knelt on its back, he tried to escape.

However, at that moment.

“Whoosh!”

Not far away, Lu Lingxiao’s Talisman Treasure emitted a strong fluctuation, summoning a jade-green dagger.

“Swoosh!”

The jade-green dagger shot out like an invisible thread, slicing through the air and cutting across the Black-Scaled Eagle’s wing, sending blood flying.

The Black-Scaled Eagle screeched in pain and nearly fell out of the air. It flapped its wings wildly, but its speed slowed significantly.

“Damn it!”

The Sima Patriarch turned around, his eyes bloodshot with killing intent as he glared at Ling Zixiao.

He hadn’t expected that she not only had formations and Talisman techniques but also such powerful Talisman Treasures!

“If only the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet could attack openly, I wouldn’t have had to go to such lengths.”

Ling Zixiao gazed at the Sima Patriarch calmly.

Currently, the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet was hidden in the carriage, able to only launch limited attacks through the Secret Techniques.

And it had to disguise its attacks as a technique from an unknown treasure, reducing its power.

Otherwise, it could have easily trapped the Sima Patriarch in an illusion.

“Kill!”

Lu Ping’an attacked Sima Tai, who stood before him.

He was also slightly fatigued, his breath disordered.

But Sima Tai’s condition was far worse.

One punch landed, causing Sima Tai’s bronze bell to tremble violently, his pale face blurred as blood poured from his seven orifices.

Even so, he continued to control his bronze bell, blocking the way in front of Lu Ping’an.

He even activated a Secret Technique to suppress his injuries, buying time for the Patriarch.

“Zoom—”

Lu Lingxiao, holding the green jade dagger Treasure, soared into the sky, charging at Sima Tai, shouting, “Big Brother, leave this to us! Go after the Sima traitor!”

Seeing this, Lu Ruyi and Zhou Datong also surrounded Sima Tai.

“Okay!”

Lu Ping’an glanced at where the Sima Patriarch had fled, then took off like a golden light, tearing through layers of air.

“Ping’an, make a bigger commotion, and try to get as many eyes on you as possible.”

Ling Zixiao advised Lu Ping’an through their connection.

After a brief pause, she also sent a message to the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet, “Be careful, Thousand Faces, follow Ping’an and observe.”

As her words fell, the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet silently followed Lu Ping’an.

“Damn it!”

The Sima Patriarch knelt on the Black-Scaled Eagle’s back, his face turning darker as he saw Lu Ping’an gaining on him.

He infused his Qi into the Black-Scaled Eagle, spurring the spirit bird into a sudden burst of speed.

Seeing this, Lu Ping’an reached into his Storage Bag and took out a Wind God Talisman.

The golden light around his body was instantly surrounded by a blue-green whirlwind that crackled through the air. An aftershock of wind followed as he continued to pursue the Sima Patriarch.

“This is… unbelievable.”

Other cultivators watching were horrified by the sight.

They couldn’t believe the Sima Family’s False Core Patriarch was being pursued so desperately.

And now, Lu Ping’an was even chasing after him.

It was well known that this Patriarch was widely respected.

He wasn’t like the newly advanced Jin Zan False Core.

But regardless of whether they supported the Sima Family or held a grudge against Bihu Mountain, none of the onlookers wanted to intervene.

Such a battle was beyond their ability to interfere.

“Boom!”

Seeing that the time was right, Lu Ping’an summoned the Black Dragon Halberd from his storage space and threw it at the Sima Patriarch.

“Whoosh!”

The Black Dragon Halberd hurtled through the air like a writhing dragon, releasing a terrifying aura. The Black-Scaled Eagle roared in pain, another wing injured and bleeding.

“Damn it.”

Seeing this, the Sima Patriarch made a rapid hand seal, suppressing his injuries and then retrieving the Black-Scaled Eagle. He turned into a streak of dark light and fled.

Lu Ping’an chased relentlessly.

After several more minutes.

The Sima Patriarch realized he couldn’t maintain this pace much longer.

Flying through the sky made him an easy target, so he descended into the mountain range below.

Seeing this, Lu Ping’an followed him down.

“Hmm?”

Lu Ping’an landed, scanning the dense forest around him, but found no trace of the Sima Patriarch.

He realized the Sima Patriarch had used some Secret Technique to hide his presence.

He expanded his Divine Sense, but found no leads.

“False Core Patriarchs really have many tricks up their sleeves.”

Lu Ping’an knew the Sima Patriarch was hiding nearby.

After a moment of thought, he tapped his Spirit Pet Bag, summoning a large golden mouse.

It was the treasure mouse his father Lu Changsheng had given him.

“Can you pick up this scent?”

Lu Ping’an offered the treasure mouse a piece of the shattered Black Ruler to trace the Sima Patriarch’s scent.

“Chirp chirp chirp—”

The Spirit-Seeking Rat sniffed the piece, then cautiously pointed at a large tree ahead.

“Boom!”

Lu Ping’an’s fists glowed with golden light as he punched the large tree ahead.

“Bang—”

The tree exploded into splinters.

A dark shadow leaped into the air and fled in another direction.

Seeing this, Lu Ping’an continued his pursuit.

And so, the chase continued.

Three thousand miles away in the southern Nine Linked Mountains, there was a mid-sized Market known as the ‘Misty Rain Market,’ established by two Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators.

Though it was just mid-sized, the Market was well-managed and situated in beast-filled mountains, attracting many rogue cultivators.

“Third Granduncle, I heard the Misty Rain Market’s owner has the potential to reach False Core. Is that true?”

On a Spirit Boat, an elder stood with several young men and women as one of the girls inquired.

“The Market owner is indeed a genius, already at the sixth stage of Foundation Establishment by a hundred years old. But breaking through to False Core is tough, tough, tough.”

“Even if they reach the peak of Foundation Establishment before turning one hundred fifty, advancing to False Core requires a Third-Tier Monster Core. Such a thing is hard to come by.”

The elder shook his head as he replied.

“The Misty Rain Market owner earns so much gold daily, can’t they afford a Third-Tier Monster Core?”

A young boy asked in astonishment.

“A Third-Tier Monster Core is expensive and rare, often auctioned for tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.”

The elder chuckled and patted the boy’s head, “If it were easy, the Qingyun Region wouldn’t have only six False Core families.”

“Third Granduncle, does the Lu Patriarch of Bihu Mountain have a chance of obtaining a Third-Tier Monster Core to break through to False Core?”

“I heard that not only did the Lu Patriarch cultivate a Dual Cultivation Method with their Dao companion, rivaling a False Core, but he’s also a Second-Tier Talisman Master and a pill refiner.”

The girl continued to ask.

Bihu Mountain’s reputation had spread widely across the Qingyun Region.

“That Lu Family’s patriarch likely has a good chance.”

The elder stroked his beard and said slowly, “But standing out too much often invites trouble. Bihu Mountain has risen too quickly, and now that they’ve started a merchant association, they’ll likely be targeted by many families.”

“So, breaking through to False Core won’t be easy for the Lu Family’s patriarch.”

“Moreover, it’s rumored he’s devoted all the family’s resources to nurturing Foundation Establishment cultivators, leaving no Spirit Stones for himself. That’s why he’s taken such drastic actions recently.”

At his age, the elder liked to narrate tales of his experiences and insights to his younger generations.

“Alright, we’re almost at the Misty Rain Market. At the auction, keep your thoughts to yourself and ask me privately if you have questions.”

The elder advised as they approached the Market, nestled in a mountain range streaming with spiritual energy.

But before he could finish speaking, he felt an enormous aura approaching.

He turned his head.

A streak of dark light was speeding through the sky.

Chasing it was a streak of golden light, surrounded by stormy winds and thundering.

“Boom!”

The dark light aimed a casual palm strike at the Spirit Boat.

Even that simple motion unleashed an overwhelming force, capsizing the boat.

“Ah——”

“Third Granduncle!”

The Spirit Boat’s occupants screamed.

But, enveloped in wind and thunder, a tall, silver-armored figure appeared and steadied the boat with a wave of his hand before hurtling after the dark light.

“Gulp!”

“Gulp.”

The boys, girls, and elder on the Spirit Boat felt their throats go dry, looking dazed and terrified.

“Third Granduncle, what just happened?”

A boy eventually asked as the streaks of black and golden light disappeared.

The elder remained silent; he was still in shock.

“I think I’ve seen the person who steadied our Spirit Boat before.”

A girl hesitantly said after swallowing.

After a long pause, she suddenly yelled, “I remember! He looks like Lu Ping’an, the son of Bihu Mountain’s patriarch Lu Changsheng!”

Of course, those two streaks of light belonged to the Sima Patriarch and Lu Ping’an.

In terms of fleeing skills, the Sima Patriarch was typically far superior to Lu Ping’an.

But now, after self-destructing his treasure and sustaining serious injuries, his ability to flee was severely compromised.

Even though he used various techniques to escape.

Lu Ping’an managed to track him down each time.

Thanks to his Spirit-Seeking Rat, his Second-Tier treasure falcon—the Golden Lightning Falcon—and an array of different Talismans.

In this situation, the Sima Patriarch’s injuries worsened to the point where his Secret Techniques could no longer stabilize them.

Even if he made it back home, it was unclear how much it would cost to fully heal.

The most severe problem was that after self-destructing his life-bound treasure and forcibly using his divine power, cracks appeared in his core.

“Boom boom boom!”

Lu Ping’an continued his relentless pursuit, launching a series of low-Tier Second-Tier Talismans at him.

Although they could hardly hurt a False Core Patriarch.

It was a different story now.

“Damn it!”

Feeling the stinging pain spreading from his veins, dantian, and False Core, Sima Patriarch’s face turned as pale as a sheet.

He knew that if this continued, his Core would really shatter.

If his Core shattered, the chaotic and violent power within would rampage through his body. Even if he survived, he’d be crippled.

“Lu, you’re injured as well! Continuing this chase benefits neither of us. How about we end this now?”

“If you let me go, I am still willing to swear a Dao Oath!”

Sima Patriarch no longer cared about his pride and pleaded for Lu Ping’an to stop.

Lu Ping’an didn’t respond, completely ignoring his words.

If his aunt hadn’t instructed him to make a big commotion, he could have used a talisman and the Silver-Winged Golden Falcon to suppress Sima Patriarch already.

There’d have been no need for this long chase.

“It’s about time.”

Lu Ping’an noticed a Market shrouded in spiritual light in the distance, resembling a small town.

The saying goes, ‘Delays lead to changes.’

If he delayed any longer, members of the Sima Family or their allies could arrive, which would be troublesome.

“Boom!”

Golden light burst from Lu Ping’an’s form. Surrounded by wind and thunder, he suddenly closed the distance to Sima Patriarch. His golden fist struck down like a god hammering drums, sending shockwaves through the air.

“Puff!”

Sima Patriarch, wrapped in dark light, spat out blood and fell from the sky.

“This is a False Core cultivator!”

“They’re fighting with False Core techniques! Quickly, activate the formation!”

The intense battle and the wave of energy it produced caused many in Misty Rain Market to look up.

The Market’s head hurriedly activated the main formation to protect the Market.

He feared the battle might spill over into the Market.

After all, when immortals fight, mortals suffer.

If two False Core cultivators fought within the Market, it would be half-destroyed and wouldn’t recover for decades.

“I am Sima Tong of the Xuanwu Ridge’s Sima Family! If anyone here activates a formation to help me in this crisis, my family will reward you handsomely!”

Facing a life-and-death crisis, Sima Patriarch abandoned all thoughts of pride and loudly called for help from Misty Rain Market.

Even if the Market’s formation couldn’t stop Lu Ping’an, it would give Sima Patriarch a chance to escape.

“Xuanwu Ridge’s Sima Family!?”

“Sima Tong? This person is the Old Patriarch of the Sima Family?”

“Who is this person, who could chase the Sima Family’s Old Patriarch to this extent!”

Eighty percent of the people in Misty Rain Market were rogue cultivators.

Even if they didn’t know much, they had heard of the Sima Family of Xuanwu Ridge.

Upon hearing this, they all gasped in surprise and began to discuss.

“This is a grudge between Bihu Mountain and the Sima Family. Please don’t interfere.”

Although his breath was chaotic, Lu Ping’an’s presence was still overwhelming, and his voice boomed with strength.

“Bihu Mountain’s Lu Family?”

“What! This man is from Bihu Mountain’s Lu Family?”

“When did the Lu Family produce such a master, capable of severely injuring the Sima Family’s False Core Patriarch?”

The cultivators in the Market were again shocked by Lu Ping’an’s words.

Though the Bihu Mountain Lu Family wasn’t as famous as the Sima Family of Xuanwu Ridge,

the reputation of Lu Changsheng and Lu Miaoge echoed loudly in thh Qingyun Region.

Many rogue cultivators viewed Lu Changsheng as a role model.

“Xuanwu Ridge, Bihu Mountain…”

The head of Misty Rain Market observed the situation outside and murmured to herself.

She originally thought that if it were an evil cultivator causing trouble with the Sima Family, she might intervene and seize an opportunity.

But upon hearing Lu Ping’an’s words, she immediately gave up on the idea.

After all, getting involved in the feud between these two families would be suicide for a small Market like theirs.

“I hope this Sima Patriarch doesn’t die in Misty Rain Market. If the Sima Family came to blame us for not helping, we’d be done for.”

The Market’s head looked outside, her face showing some tension.

Fortunately, both were in bad shape.

The elder, who claimed to be the Sima Family’s Old Patriarch, couldn’t even put up a fight under the assault of the young man whose body shone with golden light. After a moment, he was restrained by a rope-like Artifact.

The young man didn’t linger. After using several techniques on the elder, he took him away on a flying beast.