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Chapter 79: You're Not Broke, Are You?
For a moment, Yu Sheng and Zhao Zicheng had become almost god-like figures.
Objects of universal admiration.
But they had only reached the midpoint of their journey. As he looked at the newly exchanged One-Pattern Cloud Medal, Yu Sheng said, "Let's not engage in fights for now..."
"Ah?"
"Why?"
"Don't you still have plenty of Cult hideout information?"
Zhao Zicheng asked, his face filled with confusion.
Compared to a week ago, although he still retained his sunny and handsome demeanor, there was now a hint of ferocity about him.
This was the true mark of someone who had seen bloodshed.
However, because he had killed too few, his aura was still unrefined, and he certainly hadn't reached Yu Sheng's level of completely concealing his killing intent.
Thus, to any passerby glancing his way, there might be a slight discomfort, even a subconscious desire to keep some distance.
"Our pace isn't particularly fast," Yu Sheng muttered, casting a peculiar look at Zhao Zicheng.
Even this kind of issue he couldn’t figure out...
No wonder he came from the Reserve Forces.
...
Zhao Zicheng felt a bit regretful but cracked a smile: "Heh, can't help it, you know, I'm famously fierce and I just love killing."
"Not killing for a day feels like I'm missing something."
Yu Sheng’s gaze towards Zhao Zicheng grew even stranger: "Are you referring to... killing someone with a sandbag by bashing them alive?"
He still remembered the first time Zhao Zicheng killed a man...
The guy had his eyes closed, teeth clenched, roaring, and wielding his awakened item, a sandbag, swinging wildly at the air.
He accidentally hit a Cult member.
The result was the Cult member knocked unconscious.
His wild, reckless style eventually led to the death of that man by bludgeoning him with the sandbag.
Blood and gore everywhere.
The scene was a complete mess.
It left Zhao Zicheng covered in reds and whites.
He was so sickened that he vomited for three days straight, his face as pale as if he had just recovered from a severe illness.
And now he claimed he enjoyed killing?
"Everyone has their first time!" Zhao Zicheng retorted.
"So, what do we do now?"
"Is there anything else left for us to tackle?"
"After all, we've made a bit of a name for ourselves on this journey. We can't just fade into obscurity as we head to Border City," Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but press on.
But the response he received was Yu Sheng's puzzled expression: "What else..."
"Do you really have a death wish?"
Amid reluctant cries, Zhao Zicheng had no choice but to temporarily give up his small dream of making a name among the human race. He resigned himself to the role of the driver, no longer meddling in messy affairs, and focused solely on heading to Border City.
Their speed increased significantly.
At this rate, they should arrive in Border City three days before the assessment.
"Ou-hou, Border City, here I come!"
"Tremble!"
His excited cheers, along with the youthful arrogance unique to young people, filled the journey with joy~
In stark contrast to them...
Were Pavilion Master Lin and his group walking behind.
Walking for so long, Zhao Qingyi's white long dress was already covered with dust.
"Pavilion Master Lin... You’re not broke, are you?"
"I have some money here, enough to buy a car," Zhao Qingyi cautiously ventured.
Pavilion Master Lin admitted that for a moment, he was indeed tempted.
Absolutely tempted.
But after all, he was a forty-something-year-old senior. If he compromised just like that, what would his dignity amount to?
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"I've told you!"
"Your physical strength is still far from sufficient."
"That time in Mobei, if you had regularly exercised your body, you wouldn't have been injured so severely."
"As the Vice Pavilion Master of Mo Pavilion, my monthly salary is thirty thousand!"
"Do you understand what thirty thousand means?"
"Do you think I can't afford a car?"
Pavilion Master Lin scoffed, his tone slightly proud.
Zhao Qingyi fell silent: "But I saw you buying a lot of demon crystals for cultivation, so I thought..."
"Stop!"
"Look, do you see that small courtyard ahead?"
Pavilion Master Lin suddenly waved his hand, his eyes filled with excitement.
According to the intelligence, this courtyard was also a significant hideout for the Cult.
It appeared undamaged now.
This meant that Yu Sheng, the scoundrel, might not have accurately grasped all the hideout information.
Jackpot...
And there came the car!
"Once you rush in, try not to use the awakened item."
"Make the fight as challenging as possible, otherwise, it's hard to cash in... no, I mean, it won't serve as good practice."
Pavilion Master Lin said this as he pulled out his phone, opened the video recording app, and hid behind a tree to film discreetly.
Suddenly, it seemed he thought of something and pressed the pause button.
"That's right, you... um... you should recite a set of lines."
"Something about the Cult harming people, and you acting to bring justice."
"To dispel all the darkness from this world."
"Go on, go on!"
Seeing Zhao Qingyi hesitating, about to say something, Pavilion Master Lin waved his hand, interrupting her, and started recording.
He filmed carefully, with excitement.
Zhao Qingyi stood helplessly at the courtyard door and gently... knocked.
The next second, the door opened.
"I..."
"The Cult harms people..."
Zhao Qingyi had just started to speak...
"Stick to the lines!"
"It’s Yu Sheng, no mistake!"
"Damn it, they really waited. Do they think all of us in the Cult are fools?"
Waves of energy began to emanate from inside the courtyard.
Three times awakened, four individuals.
Four times awakened, two individuals.
Clearly, the Cult had suffered inexplicably various degrees of loss over the past week due to Yu Sheng's actions.
Actually, Yu Sheng and his group hadn't killed many, and most of those who died were just ordinary members.
But the trend he started was the most severe.
After all... the Mo Pavilion's rule of earning bounties for killing Cult members was rarely noticed before.
There was a time when these people were also filled with righteous, simple goodwill.
They only knew that if they were Cult members, they should be killed.
Until Yu Sheng set this precedent. Under the stimulus of poverty, the Cult suddenly became as desirable as a fine meal.
If the Cult couldn't eliminate Yu Sheng with a decisive strike this time, the days ahead would be difficult.
So...
"Heh, Yu Sheng, go to hell!"
A group of burly men laughed menacingly as they surrounded Zhao Qingyi.