Suddenly, the Sect Leader's pupils contracted!
For his returning second senior brother and disciple Zhuo Bufan were disheveled, staggering in their steps, clearly having suffered no small injuries!
The Sect Leader was instantly enraged and declared, "Disciples of the Tianmen Sect, follow me to repel the enemy!"
With that, he reached for his waist…
?
Where is my sword?
Damn it!
Sold!
Not only the Sect Leader's, but nearly all of the hundreds of people in the sect had only their bare fists, and everything that could be sold had already been sold!
Grief and indignation overwhelming him, the Sect Leader casually grabbed a tree branch from the ground, infused it with pure true qi, causing the ordinary branch to shimmer!
This showed that the Sect Leader's martial arts had not regressed over the years.
With countless pursuers behind Zhuo Bufan, the Sect Leader waved a sword qi to separate them and flew to block the pursuers.
The Sect Leader narrowed his eyes and said, "I wondered who it was, isn't this the crippled old man from the Nanshan market, and the Corpse-Driving Daoist from the Southwest graveyard? What brings you to my mountain gate for a visit?"
These two were both in the early Foundation Establishment stage, a significant gap from the Sect Leader's middle Foundation Establishment stage.
But at this moment, the crippled old man and the Corpse-Driving Daoist suddenly burst into laughter.
"I say, Daoist Zhan Hua, where is your Qingning Sword? Are you planning to entertain us brothers with a mere twig? That's looking down on us a bit too much."
The Corpse-Driving Daoist patted his storage bag, and eight strong puppets with spiritual talismans on their heads leaped out. These puppets were made from deceased cultivators, clad in special armor, their faces utterly indiscernible, only a pair of crimson eyes flickering in the darkness.
"Iron-Refined Poison Corpses! They've brought all eight of them."
Zhan Hua, the Sect Leader of the Tianmen Sect, said gravely, his expression becoming more wary.
These eight Iron-Refined Poison Corpses were all tough-skinned and capable of withstanding attacks from various spiritual energies, each possessing a combat power around the tenth level of Qi Condensation, the result of the Corpse-Driving Daoist's decades of accumulation.
And the crippled old man was no ordinary person; he was an information broker at the Nanshan market, making a living by trading information for money.
The Tianmen Sect's recent actions had been too significant, likely alerting this man.
Under normal circumstances, the four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Tianmen Sect would not be afraid, but now that all of the Tianmen Sect's valuables had been pawned, how could they repel the enemy with bare hands!
Moreover, besides the eight Iron-Refined Poison Corpses, the Corpse-Driving Daoist had ordinary cultivated corpses, and the crippled old man had many subordinates. With a pre-emptive ambush, Zhuo Bufan and the second senior brother were already heavily injured.
Considering all this…
Zhan Hua could only sigh.
"After two hundred years of stability, is the Tianmen Sect truly going to be destroyed in my hands?"
The crippled old man did not rush to attack but first inquired, "What treasure is it that you, Sect Leader Zhan Hua, have invested such resources in? To the point of selling off the sect. We have no ill intentions, we merely ask for a share. Why not, Sect Leader Zhan Hua?"
Sect Leader Zhan Hua retorted, "Stop your nonsense. If you have nothing else, please leave. If you insist on trouble... it remains to be seen if my sword techniques are still sharp!"
"Hmph, no appreciation for a toast!"
The two sides clashed. Various incantations and spells crisscrossed like a torrential downpour. Although the Tianmen Sect united in their efforts, they were severely disadvantaged by their lack of weapons, retreating step by step. Even Sect Leader Zhan Hua suffered two not-minor injuries!
Zhan Hua forcefully repelled the two, looking up at the sky and roaring with unwillingness, "Is heaven truly determined to destroy my Tianmen Sect!" "Surrender!"
"Zhan Hua, if you don't, today will be your death!"
"Heh heh, my cultivated corpses haven't drunk cultivator's blood in a long time. After taking down your Tianmen Sect, I'll have a few more!"
The crippled old man nodded and said, "Don't worry, no one will snatch those corpses from you!"
And at this moment!
A figure soared from within the Tianmen Sect!
Then it smashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Both sides were startled, and the sounds of fighting became sparse.
Within the dust, there was a semi-corpulent middle-aged man, wearing a servant's uniform, appearing to be a handyman of the Tianmen Sect. And this person was holding a strange short weapon.
It seemed to be a square-shaped knife.
"A cleaver?"
"Don't just stand there, keep fighting!"
The crippled old man shouted loudly, and the Corpse-Driving Daoist also drove an Iron-Refined Poison Corpse to attack the person holding the cleaver.
But at this moment, something that made everyone's jaw drop occurred. The middle-aged fat man merely swung his weapon, and an Iron-Refined Poison Corpse was instantly split in two!
The Corpse-Driving Daoist roared in fury, "How dare you harm my precious!"
The crippled old man was also astonished. Did the Tianmen Sect have such a master?
However, judging by the aura, he was merely a small fry at the first level of Qi Condensation. Was it a technique to conceal his aura, or was he wielding a divine weapon?
Thinking of this, the crippled old man's gaze toward the cleaver became fervent!
Zhuo Bufan helped Zhan Hua up, true qi surging into his body.
Zhan Hua coughed and said with effort, "Who is that person?"
Zhuo Bufan concentrated, then said with disbelief, "That person... he looks a bit like the mountain gate cook?"
"The mountain gate cook?"
Zhan Hua was stunned.
He had indeed seen this person yesterday and had promised him a reward of an incantation for preparing good food.
But he never expected this person to be a hidden supreme master, and his cultivation was indiscernible. Yet, with the cleaver in hand, he chopped left and right, splitting every Iron-Refined Poison Corpse he touched as easily as slicing tofu.
After chopping four, the Corpse-Driving Daoist was almost spitting blood with heartache. At this point, he knew that even if he risked his entire fortune, he would be no match for this mysterious person!
With a wave of his hand, the Iron-Refined Poison Corpses and other cultivated corpses scattered.
In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the rising sun.
The crippled old man cursed vehemently but was also helpless. With a few hops, he quickly disappeared.
To repel the enemy so easily.
And at this moment, the cook, holding his cleaver, walked towards Zhan Hua with a simple and honest expression.
Zhuo Bufan immediately stepped in front of him, holding a wooden stick, and asked, "Who are you, why were you lurking in our Tianmen Sect? What is your purpose?"
The cook was startled and hurriedly waved his hands, "It's me, old cook!"
"I know it's you, but why were you lurking in the Tianmen Sect?"
"I... this... I can't explain it clearly!"
The cook was flustered, his cleaver making people nervous. After organizing his thoughts for a while, the cook finally uttered the most crucial sentence: "That... the VIP has woken up. He sent me to save people."
The giant has awakened!
Overwhelmed by great sorrow and joy, Zhan Hua could no longer hold back and his eyes welled up with tears.
Then, wiping his tears, he said, "It was not in vain that I went bankrupt... went bankrupt!!!!"
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