Chapter 409 - 325
Chapter 409 of "Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming" begins with: Waiter, with so many of them falling onto the street, not a single person came... See the full story!
Waiter, with so many of them falling onto the street, not a single person came out to help.
Their accomplices knew the gravity of the situation and did not dare show themselves, rushing to the stockade to report the situation.
With Luo Yaxuan acting alone, he had already dealt with those people.
Lai Jianlin gave his brother a thumbs up.
The different spells they knew each had unique effects and could easily handle the situation, saving them trouble and effort.
Luo Yaxuan smiled and instructed the two men who followed them to wake up the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper came to his senses, looking dazedly at the people in front of him.
He turned to assess the situation inside the shop and discovered that all the customers had fled.
A hole had appeared in the wall of the teahouse, and he knew he had encountered a formidable challenge.
He had no choice but to beg for mercy, hoping the others would let him go.
âKind sirs, please spare me.
I havenât done anything egregious.â
Upon hearing the shopkeeperâs words, Luo Yaxuan and Lai Jianlin laughed but did not respond.
The two men with them struck the shopkeeper on the head.
âStill so defiant when deathâs at your door?
Donât tell me you need to see the coffin before you shed tears, right?â
âDo you want to end up like them?
Take a look at the people on the street.
Arenât they your buddies?â
The shopkeeper peered through the hole and indeed saw the teahouseâs staff soaked by the heavy rain on the street below, wondering how the previously clear sky had suddenly turned stormy.
âGentlemen, we donât know you at all.
Why would you smash our teahouse and hit our staff?â The shopkeeper grew bold from desperation, feigning ignorance and outright denial.
âOh, you donât recognize us?
Then tell me, where did the six men and women who were here two hours ago disappear to?â
Luo Yaxuan didnât want to waste words with the shopkeeper and got straight to the point.
âSir, all our teahouse guests are just thatâguests who leave after having their tea.
Are you mistaken?
Weâre law-abiding citizens; how could we commit heinous acts?â
The shopkeeperâs words might have convinced others of his innocence if it werenât for the information from the Voice Transmission Conch.
His expression could have fooled anyone into thinking he was a genuinely kind-hearted businessman.
âEnough with the nonsense.
We wouldnât have found this place if we didnât know whatâs going on here.
You should be aware that the people youâve kidnapped can be tracked.
My brother has sent me their location; otherwise, I wouldnât have been able to find this place with such precision.â
The shopkeeper was taken aback by Luo Yaxuanâs words.
He had indeed heard rumors about the high-tech communication devices in the Martial World but had never seen one.
It wasnât that they were stingy with money; they simply didnât need such a device.
Who would dare touch them here?
He hadnât anticipated encountering someone so formidable, nor did he expect to be caught red-handed.
Facing someone as powerful as this young master, they had managed to capture such individuals only because they were caught off guard.
Despite the use of underhanded tactics during the recent fight, his men hadnât been able to defeat the opposition.
It seemed he had to provide an explanation today, but he would rather die than betray the big boss.
He decided to give these people a direction, hoping his associates on the street could warn the boss and prepare the people in the stockade.
âGentlemen, Iâll show you the way, but you arenât going to kill me, are you?â
One of the men brought by Luo Yaxuan scoffed at the shopkeeper, speaking harshly.
âWhatâs with all the pointless talk?
Hurry up and lead the way.â
The shopkeeper, who had never been so humiliated before, had a trace of viciousness flash in his eyes.
He decided to lead them into the most dangerous mountain forests, ready to use them as a cushion for his own demise even if it meant his own death.
The shopkeeper was dragged downstairs, then made to lead the way on foot.
As he passed by, onlookers showed schadenfreude but dared not laugh or clap.
These bandits were too fearsome in the surrounding areas, and no one dared provoke them.
Knowing that they had been captured, the onlookers kept silent, fearing that these few might not be able to handle the bandits.
If they said too much while the bandits were captured, they could suffer revenge.
The people who had been knocked out on the street were bound and carried by the men brought by Lai Jianlin and Luo Yaxuan, following the shopkeeperâs direction, leaving the bustling street behind.
Mo Wen and Ding Ling watched the scene unfold from within the crowd, choosing not to reveal themselves.
Instead, they asked passersby and street vendors for information.
âWhat happened to those people?
Why were they beaten?â
The person being asked dodged around in confusion, not daring to speak.
In front of such a beautiful girl, if this outsider hadnât caught the attention of the stockade yet, it was only a matter of time before he would be captured.
âHey, uncle, Iâm talking to you.
Where did you go?â
Ding Ling didnât expect that her usual advantage, easily asking for directions, and the fact that others would proactively strike up conversations with her because of her beauty, wouldnât work here.
âShopkeeper, whatâs going on with those people?â
Mo Wen wasnât idle either.
The vendor he asked looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to them and that there were no stockade accomplices in sight, he mysteriously said,
âThese people are like living Yama.
Itâs delightful that they were caught today.
Theyâve harmed many people, and recently theyâve captured some strangers and sent them up the mountain.â
âAre they all bandits?
And which stockade do they belong to?â
The vendor took a serious look at Mo Wen, and seeing that he too was a cultivator and didnât feel an aura of evil emanating from him, the vendor believed him to be an upright person.
In his heart, he thought that such righteous people might actually be able to rescue some of the victims.
If possible, wiping out those stockades in one fell swoop would relieve the people of this region from their suffering.
He didnât dare to point with his finger, so he nodded his head toward a direction.
Mo Wen, who had been paying close attention to the vendor, looked in that direction, which led to a range of mountains.
With so many peaks, it wasnât clear which one it was.
For an ordinary person, it would definitely require many detours, having to search from one mountaintop to another.
But a cultivator like him could see the situation of several mountaintops clearly from high above.
âThanks for the guidance, pack me a few pork buns,â Mo Wen said.
Mo Wen felt that the vendor surely wouldnât mislead him.
During his time there, heâd been watching the vendor sell his goods.
While asking for directions and observing his every move, he was convinced that the man wouldnât tamper with the food.
âSure thing!â
The vendor, thinking he had no more business, didnât expect a person who simply asked for directions to buy his buns.
He had almost sold out and was ready to close up, smilingly taking out a paper bag to pack the buns for the customer.
Mo Wen didnât have much silver on him, so he beckoned Ding Ling to pay.
Ding Ling had grown accustomed to Mo Wenâs gluttonous yet penniless ways.
They had hurried to this place on short notice and indeed hadnât prepared food.
Mo Wen bought so many buns, obviously for everyone to eat.
Even if he ate them himself, it was no big deal for him to chip in a bit of money!
The shopkeeper, seeing so much silver in his hands, gave them a few extra buns and then looked at Mo Wen enviously but didnât dare say anything more.
He felt that this man, not very handsome, relied on a beautiful woman to provide for him.
He didnât have the appearance of a kept man, yet lived off a woman, and was able to have the beauty willingly pay for himâhe had some tricks up his sleeve.
As a man, he too only thought about this privately, lacking such luck, yet dreaming of living off a woman one day, or having the chance to strike it rich, or hoping for an opportunity to rise to prominence thanks to a woman.
Unlike him who worked hard from before dawn, in sun and rain; oh, how hard it was.
Mo Wen, unaware of what the vendor was thinking, put the buns into his storage bag and quietly took to the skies with Ding Ling from an unpopulated area.
Luo Yaxuan and Lai Jianlin, leading some people and guarding the captured bandits, werenât moving quickly and were even misled by the bandits, causing delays in progress.
As Mo Wen ascended to the sky with Ding Ling, he realized that the direction Luo Yaxuan and Lai Jianlin were being led in was different from the one they were heading towards.
âSenior Brother Mo, are we going in the wrong direction?
The direction Senior Brother Lai and the others are heading in is different,â Ding Ling said.
âJunior Sister, I inquired a bit earlier and that person said that the banditâs stockade is in one of these mountains.
Letâs go scout and observe,â Mo Wen explained.
âShouldnât we tell Senior Brother Lai?
They might have been deceived!â
Ding Ling was worried, a look of urgency on her face, her concern for her lover and comrades clearly shown.