Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest

Chapter 307: Chapter 307 Fishing

"Taoist Friend Wang, you've stirred up trouble!"

No sooner had the two cultivators left than another cultivator living next to Wang Chen came over on tiptoe and said in a hushed voice, "Those two brothers and their gang are not to be trifled with."

The tent camp was teeming with all sorts, with many cultivators forming groups for the sake of their own safety, creating alliances in threes and fives.

Wang Chen, alone by himself, was undoubtedly going to suffer a great disadvantage by confronting them!

And those two who had just had a setback in front of Wang Chen were certainly not going to let the matter rest.

"If you can't beat them, it's better to lose money than a disaster," said the neighboring cultivator earnestly.

"Don't expect the people from White Tiger Sect to be fair," he advised. "They recognize pacts, not people."

Wang Chen chuckled and said, "I'd rather lose my life than my wealth."

The other cultivator was speechless for a moment, then said, "Then be careful these next few days."

Wang Chen nodded, "You're right, it really is unsafe here."

He reached out to put his tent into his Storage Bag, then got up and left.

The neighboring cultivator was left staring, disheveled in the wind!

Wang Chen left the tent camp and headed west.

At the same time, the two cultivators from before returned to their own tent.

In the large tent, there were four or five other cultivators, several of whom had fierce faces, clearly the villainous type.

Seeing the skinny and tall cultivator return, they greeted him, "Big Brother!"

The tall cultivator waved his hand and said gravely, "Brothers, we've got work to do."

The cultivators present exchanged glances and showed excited expressions.

"Big Brother."

The stout cultivator who had followed the tall one suddenly said, "The fat sheep has left the pen!"

"Hmm?"

The skinny and tall cultivator's gaze condensed, "Trying to run?"

The stout cultivator nodded, "The Traction Worm went west."

"Good, very good!"

The tall cultivator sneered, "I was thinking of letting him live a little longer, but since he's in such a rush to die, let's oblige him, brothers!"

His gaze swept over his subordinates' faces, "This fat sheep has at least a few dozen New Pacts on him, now worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stones. After this job, we all can eat well for three to five years!"

"Big Brother, let's hurry and chase him," said the cultivators, rubbing their hands eagerly. "Don't let him get away."

The skinny and tall cultivator laughed, "He can't escape!"

Under his lead, the group of people hurried out of the tent.

Because these cultivators were so fierce and caused a great commotion, they attracted the attention of many others.

Among them was Wang Chen's neighbor from before.

He shrunk his head back and sighed.

It seemed he was foreseeing the bad luck that was about to befall Wang Chen.

Money moves the heart; Wang Chen had acquired so many New Pacts before and had already caught the eyes of interested parties.

If the price of the New Pacts fell, it would be better, the cheaper the safer.

But now that the price had soared, trouble coming his way was inevitable.

Escaping from this disaster would be very difficult!

After leaving the camp, the lead was taken by the stout cultivator.

He formed a spell with his hands; the copper ring on his little finger shimmered with spiritual light.

Under the stout cultivator's guidance, the seven cultivators hastened along, quickly leaving White Tiger City far behind.

The stout cultivator in the lead suddenly stopped, his expression one of surprise and doubt.

The skinny and tall cultivator asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

The stout cultivator hesitated for a moment and replied, "The Traction Worm stopped, just up ahead."

No sooner had he spoken than a figure suddenly appeared ahead.

The distance was only forty or fifty steps.

It was none other than Wang Chen!

"Kill!"

The lean, tall cultivator had the highest cultivation level and the fastest reaction time, instantly unleashing his magic artifact with a shout.

His goal was very clear, to kill for loot, so there was no need for wasteful words.

He went straight for the kill.

Although the other cultivators were a bit slower, they also entered the combat state as quickly as they could.

But what they never dreamed of was that at this moment, Wang Chen suddenly raised his hand and commanded, "Bind!"

Binding Skill!

An invisible force instantly enveloped all seven cultivators.

Just as the lean, tall cultivator had barely brought out his magic artifact, he felt as if he'd plunged into a quagmire, tightly bound by this force, with the flow of mana inside his body becoming extremely sluggish.

He was instantly shocked and horrified, "Purple Mansion!"

The lean, tall cultivator was at the ninth tier of Qi Cultivation, close to perfection.

A binding skill from a cultivator of the same tier could at most disrupt his spell casting.

It was impossible for it to have such an effect.

The lean, tall cultivator almost instantly understood.

Wang Chen's cultivation level was not at the ninth tier of Qi Cultivation, but at the Purple Mansion Realm!

Purple Mansion!!

He nearly spurted blood from his mouth.

The lean, tall cultivator had been eyeing Wang Chen for several days, having seen no sign that Wang Chen was concealing his cultivation level. And since Wang Chen was alone and seemed vulnerable, he thought Wang Chen would be an easy target.

Who would have thought that Wang Chen was actually feigning weakness to lure them in!

The Traction Worm must have been discovered, but Wang Chen deliberately did not clear it, just to bait them out and deal with them.

This was simply too despicable, too shameless!

All of them, had to die!

Such a realization made the lean, tall cultivator's guts wrench as he shrieked, "Upper Cultivators spare my life—"

The next instant, a bright and icy beam of sword light filled his entire field of vision!

Spurt!

Heads flew into the air, while blood sprayed the ground.

[Heavenly Merit +9], [Heavenly Merit +7], [Heavenly Merit +7], [Heavenly Merit +6], [Heavenly Merit +8]...

A series of messages appeared in Wang Chen's field of view.

[Heavenly Merit (Fate-Changing): 1021]

Wang Chen swept his robe sleeves, retracting the Wind Thunder Sword that had just decapitated seven heads back into his sleeve.

The gap between the Purple Mansion tier and Qi Cultivation was indeed vast; the former completely overpowered the latter. He could say that with almost no effort, he sent an entire team of quite powerful cultivators to the Netherworld.

Finally, he had gathered 1000 points of Heavenly Merit!

Wang Chen had to admit, one of his major purposes today was to gather Heavenly Merit.

One more point in Comprehension would allow him to better learn and master the spells and cultivation techniques of the Purple Mansion tier.

His earlier blatant acquisition of New Pacts was also for this reason.

But Wang Chen would not feel guilty for this.

None of these guys were good people; without strong power, he would become the target of robbery or even lose his life.

If the others had no ill intentions, they wouldn't have been killed in retaliation.

After collecting the heads, Wang Chen meticulously searched all seven bodies, taking anything of value.

Even a mosquito's leg was meat, and the landlord's house had no surplus grain. The resources required for Purple Mansion tier cultivation were several times more than that of the Qi-Training Realm, not to waste even a bit.

After thoroughly looting, Wang Chen used the Fire Crow Technique to burn the bodies to ashes.

Having dealt with the troublemakers, Wang Chen did not return to the tent camp.

He found a secluded spot nearby and excavated a temporary Cave Mansion.

A temporary shelter.

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