C9 Don't care

Big brother, I brought you here, didn't I make a mistake with your introduction? With your ability, not to mention the reverends of the Great Yong Sect, even those four great elders might not be able to escape from you. Big brother, little brother, it's up to you to eat and drink porridge.

Zuo Xin excitedly said from the side of Hell.

"That's right, big brother. With big brother here, we can take care of him for a few tickets. In the next few years, we will have spirit stones to cultivate. If big brother wants to make peace with the wine, you can also buy them." The other lackeys also advised excitedly.

Zuo Xin, on the other hand, was actually robbing the Infernal Realm. In the end, when the pitiful person who was robbed by the Infernal Realm saw that things were going awry, he immediately turned against it. He wanted to become the elder brother of the Infernal Realm and rely on it to get a few rounds.

Tsk, do you think that the Great Yong Empire's memorial service is useless? Their talents are not inferior to yours, and their resources are not inferior to yours. Furthermore, they often train together with each other. The Infernal Realm was filled with disdain.

Zuo Xin and co. immediately blushed, "Big brother, don't we still have you? With you around, no problem."

"You are treating me as your henchman, but since I am able to make a move, why should I bring you along?"

Zuo Xin and the others were stunned. "That's right. Since he can make a move and bring them along, isn't that stupid?"

"You're our big brother. Big brother, for the sake of being filial to you for the past month, you should just … promote us."

Cultivators who were able to band together and rob others were all thick-skinned. Zuo Xin immediately begged for mercy.

This made the people around them feel extremely disgusted, especially those who were used to seeing hellish sluts.

"What are you bragging about? If you don't have the ability, don't take this opportunity to humiliate me. Fellow Daoist Zuo Xin, if you're willing, follow me. What hell are you talking about? Go to hell." A sturdy man at the side said in disdain.

This person was called the butcher, and was born into the pig slaughtering world. He coincidentally became a cultivator and became a pig slaughtering knife, which in the cultivation world was also considered quite unusual.

"That's right, what hell? You know what it's like just by listening, and you even have the face to come here and cheat food and drink. If it were me, I would have long buried my face in the ground." The other Immortal cultivator followed in sarcasm.

Why is it that the wine of these two bastards is much better than theirs?

"Yo, there are still those who are unconvinced. Zuo Xin, don't say that I'm not giving you a chance. Kill this pig and I'll bring you all along. In the future, you'll have half a mouth of mine." Hades laughed, amused.

"You." The butcher was annoyed. Why did he have to look for him?

"As for that thing, if you were to attack it, it would be akin to bullying others."

The other person's expression changed. However, when he saw that Zuo Xin and the others had shining eyes, he immediately became silent.

The Infernal Realm could teach Zuo Xin and the others a lesson, but he knew how powerful they were.

"Daoist Butcher, let's go out for a chat." Zuo Xin's face did not turn red nor did he breathe hard. He instantly calmed down and made a gesture of 'please'.

Are you sure you aren't mistaken? The butcher was dumbfounded, I am speaking up for you?

However, judging from Zuo Xin and the others' expressions, the butcher knew that they had been linked together. Even cultivators had to be shameless. It was bad luck that they had encountered such shameless people.

Unable to get rid of his pride, the butcher stood up, "Humph, a few dog-like fellows, let's see how I will teach you a lesson."

Everyone in the hall was watching as the butcher and Zuo Xin left, and their faces were filled with disdain. Looking at the looks of hell, they looked even more unfriendly. What kind of people were they?

A moment later, Zuo Xin and a few others staggered into the room. Most of them were injured, but no one's eyes were on them. In Zuo Xin's hand was the head of the butcher.

Butchers loved to behead people. They had never expected to be beaten to a pulp just because of a single sentence.

As expected, he couldn't meddle in other people's business, especially those that were crazy.

"Aha, boring, boring." The Shura gulped down the last of his wine and sighed.

These words were very abrupt when the hall had quieted down.

Everyone's eyes lit up. This was going to be a good show. Could it be that this fellow also wanted to be in charge of this?

"It's a little boring. Why don't we go out and fight?" Hell provoked.

Dugu Bai started to panic. He was determined to drag the Shura here, not to engage in a fight with them without reason.

But when he arrived beside the Shura and was about to speak, the Shura spoke.

"Do you have any alcohol? If you want to fight, you can treat me to a drink first, right, Little White."

Dugu Bai really wanted to punch him. Xiao Bai, your sister.

Everyone in the hall looked at the Shura in a daze. This guy, had such a rule?

Whoever has nothing better to do will treat you to a drink and then beat themselves up.

However, when they saw Dugu Bai's expression, everyone felt strange. On Dugu Bai's face, there was still Yu Hen. It was obvious that he had been beaten up.

How elegant, everyone suddenly felt a trace of a smile rising in their hearts.

"Shura, could it be that you aren't interested in Elder Ma's business? If you just kill a random reverend, you won't even need spirit stones to drink." Dugu Bai's face was burning, as if he had just been beaten up by an Asura.

"Ugh, what you said makes sense. That guy called Hell, take out the wine if you have it. I'll play with you. If you don't have it, scram to the side and be an eyesore." The Shura followed his lead, immediately glaring at the Infernal Realm.

His anger rose abruptly. Even Zuo Xin and the others who had just killed the butcher dared not to step forward.

This Shura didn't seem to be someone to be trifled with.

"Haha, you look quite pleasing to my eyes. Fine, I'll go in and do a deal. When I have spirit stones, I'll treat you to a drink. After that, I'll break your stomach." Hell laughed as he got up and walked inside.

Everyone was dumbfounded. For this reason, they had to pretend.

Zuo Xin and the others quickly followed him with weird expressions on their faces.

"Little White, let's go. I know this is the reason you wanted me here. After drinking so much of your alcohol and beating you up so many times, you should at least do what you want." The Shura also stood up and said as he walked.

Dugu Bai wanted nothing more than to crawl into the crevice. This fellow was simply too disrespectful.

As Ma Dancheng sat in the inner courtyard, one cultivator after another entered and stood at the side, waiting.

The rich would always be the rich, and no one had any objections when it came to Ma Dancheng's actions.

When two-thirds of the people had entered, Ma Dancheng stood up and took a look. There were roughly forty people there.

"Everyone, thank you for being able to help, but there are only about thirty or so people serving in this mission, so we cannot all have the chance to take action." Everyone, thank you all for being able to help, but there are only about thirty people serving in the mission, so we cannot all have the opportunity to take action. Even though it was a suggestion, everyone knew that this was Madan's rule.

"Since Elder Ma has made such a request, we will naturally comply. Those who know that their strength is inferior to others can withdraw so as to avoid hurting our relationship." A cultivator said confidently.

There were only so many people in the consecration group. The fewer people there were, the greater their profits would be. No one would complain about earning so much.

"Since none of you have any objections, let's begin." With a wave of his hand, an array formation was set up around the courtyard to prevent the atmosphere from leaking out. Although the news would definitely leak out after tonight, by that time, it would be impossible for the worshippers to destroy it.

Madan Cheng had a good plan in mind. This time, not only did he have to deal with the reverends, but he also had to build up some strength for himself.

With only two or three big cats left, Ma Dancheng's hundreds of years of hard work had been in vain. Now that he had the opportunity to recruit loose cultivators to deal with the Great Yong's Guardian Guild, if he could recruit some experts, it would be much more convenient for him in the future.

Now that the Golden Horse Hall was destroyed, the obsession did not disappear. Ma Dancheng was no longer thinking about the Ma Clan competing for the throne, but it was still possible for him to defeat the Great Yong.

The victor could stay behind, and the loser could continue to fight for the slot against the loser.

The Shura looked at the bamboo stick in his hand in boredom, occasionally glancing at the rogue cultivators battling in the field.

A rogue cultivator was a rogue cultivator. Their cultivation base was not strong, their magic technique was not outstanding, and their combat prowess was not outstanding. The Shura looked at it for a few moments and then lost all interest.

Soon, the Shura heard the number he had drawn and walked out. His opponent was a cultivator wearing a fiery red daoist robe.

"Greetings, fellow daoist." The Daoist man took the initiative to bow, appearing to be very polite.

"Asura, you are not my match. You should wait for the next round." The Shura yawned.

When those words were said, the Daoist man called Zhang Jean's face turned ugly.

A polite person might not be without a temper.

"Then let's see what you can do." Zhang Jean was no longer modest. He raised the dust in his hand and the three thousand strands of vexation transformed into a steel needle, piercing towards the Shura.

This was his magical equipment, and the threads in the dust were all mutated silk. They were imbued with magical power, and were comparable to divine weapons. Furthermore, they could be near, they could be far, and they could change endlessly.

With just three thousand Floating Dust, Zhang Guan was quite famous amongst the rogue cultivators.

"Aha, so boring." The Shura, still yawning, raised his hand to meet the three thousand strands of worry.

"You're courting death." Even those with a higher cultivation level would not dare to use their hands to stop Zhang Yang's anger.

This fellow is really unlucky to be so arrogant.

"So noisy." The Shura disdainfully waved his hand and the 3,000 thread of vexation entered his hand. With a casual tug, the abnormally flexible and flexible variant silk immediately broke into pieces.

Zhang Fu was dumbfounded and retreated a few steps.

He knew how strong his worries were, but this guy, he actually broke it with his hands.

"Do we still need to fight?" The Shura looked at Zhang Jean disdainfully.

With the Blood Shadow Avatar's blood droplets, every drop of blood essence could strengthen his body. At the moment, not everyone could break through his defense. Unless it was a magic that could restrain him, the Shura didn't really care.