Chapter 94: This Damn Script Is Wrong!

“Innate Martial Skills, Innate Realm Martial Arts Techniques, both are high-level, far surpassing the worthless techniques of Clear Moon City. These are things money can’t buy,” the man suppressed his anger and said arrogantly. After a pause, he added, “A Martial Artist should focus on the Martial Arts path. How can one prioritize such vulgar things as wealth? That’s the thinking of country bumpkins.”

Liu Zheng and the others frowned. They admitted that Clear Moon City was small and their own horizons were limited, but saying that making money was a bumpkin’s idea made them unhappy.

Did they know how precious money was, how incredibly useful?

As the Field Master said, with enough money, one could Ascending to Divinity in no time!

“Country bumpkins?” Wang Mingming was displeased. He sneered, “You two, go do whatever you came here for. I won’t bother asking your purpose. Just don’t disturb me conducting business.”

“You country bumpkin! I see you are young yet already at Martial Arts Ninth Stage. Out of appreciation for talent, I invited you to join our sect. Yet you don’t know what’s good for you,” the woman said angrily.

Wang Mingming was now at Martial Arts Ninth Stage, though still at the early phase, some distance from the Innate Realm.

Precisely because of his Martial Arts Ninth Stage cultivation and his youth, he had attracted the woman’s attention, prompting her to examine his bone structure and talent.

“Thanks for the high regard. Get lost,” Wang Mingming retorted, annoyed by being called a country bumpkin repeatedly.

“Seeking death!” The man’s gaze turned cold, his expression icy, revealing his true nature as killing intent erupted. “Today, you will join whether you want to or not. Otherwise, I’ll kill your entire family and train you into a slave!”

“That’s right, kid! You’re the first to dare tell us to get lost!” the woman also angrily threatened.

“Kill my entire family?” Wang Mingming was enraged, his eyes flashing with killing intent. If he weren’t outmatched, he would have surely charged forward to kill these two.

“Twenty percent. We’ll help you deal with them,” Liu Zheng came to Wang Mingming’s side and whispered.

“You’re taking advantage of the situation,” Wang Mingming said discontentedly. But facing these two from the Qingshan Sect—both at the Innate Realm—he was no match.

“Learned from you,” Liu Zheng said without a hint of shame.

“Fine. Alive. Beat them to a crippled state and bring them before me,” Wang Mingming curled his lip. “If I weren’t outside the Dojo right now, I wouldn’t agree to this.”

“Deal,” Liu Zheng smiled slightly, flipped his hand, and his long sword left its scabbard. A strand of golden sword energy shot out, enveloping the pair.

“Since the Young City Lord is now a shareholder, that makes him one of us. Daring to bully our people? Cripple them!” The other minor family heads shouted coldly, drawing their swords and charging.

“A couple of Innates cultivated from trash techniques. I’ve slain plenty… Pft!”

The man sneered, directly meeting their attack with his sword. Then, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, his long sword flying from his grasp as a sharp blade rested against his neck.

“This… this can’t be…” The woman was in a similar state as the man. What the hell was going on?

They came from a proper sect, their cultivated techniques weren’t top-tier, but within the entire Great Cloud Kingdom, they were considered high-level.

This rundown small city, a place they usually wouldn’t even glance at—the Innates here should be utter trash, their techniques laughably low-level. They should have swept them aside with a single sword stroke, captured this once-in-a-millennium genius, and received rewards from the Elders.

But, this damn script was wrong!

They were the ones swept aside, captured without even blocking a single strike!

Bang!

Liu Zheng and the other family heads simultaneously struck out with a palm, grievously injuring the pair. Another mouthful of blood sprayed out as they flew sideways like tattered sandbags.

“These are supposed to be sect disciples? I thought sects only accepted geniuses?” Liu Zheng and the others were stunned.

We were prepared for a big battle, and you couldn’t even last one move?

“Hmm, maybe they joined a fake sect,” one family head pondered briefly and said.

After speaking, he directly went before the two, landing two more palm strikes to ensure they had no strength to resist. Then he grabbed them by the hair and dragged them toward Wang Mingming.

“Ah, ah! You lowly country bumpkins! Let me go immediately! My master is an Elder of the Qingshan Sect!” The man was going crazy, roaring with a savage expression.

“Let me go quickly! My master is a Dao Fruit Martial Artist! If you humiliate me like this, when my master arrives, he will definitely slaughter your entire families!” the woman also fiercely threatened.

“Dao Fruit?” Liu Zheng and the others were startled, a trace of fear appearing on their faces.

Just a casual action from them, and they had provoked disciples of a Dao Fruit Martial Artist?

Dao Fruit Martial Artists—never mind that experts from the Divine Devil Dojo could kill them in a few moves—they themselves weren’t Dojo experts, merely at the Innate Realm. Even a Foundation Building level could crush them, let alone a Dao Fruit.

Most importantly, they were out of money!

Wang Mingming sneered, putting on a very showy attitude. “Money is no object.”

The City Lord’s Manor had received support from the Great Cloud Kingdom, sending a batch of funds sufficient for temporary development. So Wang Mingming was very confident.

What did this have to do with money again?

The two Qingshan Sect disciples didn’t understand, but that didn’t stop them from seeing the fear on Liu Zheng and the others’ faces. They immediately sneered, “Release us immediately, kneel and kowtow, and hand over your Martial Arts heart techniques! Otherwise, when our master descends, not a single soul in Clear Moon City will survive! Not even the Great Cloud Royal Family will avenge you!”

“Young City Lord, here, the two idiots you wanted,” Liu Zheng directly tossed the two at Wang Mingming’s feet, then turned and gathered with the others to discuss. “Continue developing Qingyue Lake. You go notify them that the Young City Lord is issuing monthly wages, so they should come back to work.”

“…”

What was wrong with these people? A moment ago they were afraid, and now they were acting as if nothing happened, continuing to discuss developing Qingyue Lake?

“Hey, you two, is your Qingshan Sect really rich?” Wang Mingming crouched down, looking down at them.

“Hmph! Our Qingshan Sect ranks among the top ten sects in the Great Cloud Kingdom! Within the sect, three Elders are all Dao Fruit Martial Artists!” the two said proudly. “If you’re smart, release us immediately! Otherwise, when my master arrives, not a single person in Clear Moon City will be left alive!”

“You two, are you stupid?” Wang Mingming rolled his eyes, saying irritably, “I asked if you are rich. Who the hell asked how strong your sect is?”

“My master is—”

“Enough, I know. Dao Fruit Martial Artist, coming to exterminate my family and slaughter the whole city, right?” Wang Mingming dug his ear indifferently. “Alright then, remember this well. My name is Jiang Taixuan. If you have the guts, tell your master to come kill me!”

Liu Zheng: “…”

With such a shoddy attempt at framing someone, if the Field Master finds out, won’t he really kill you?

“Jiang Taixuan, we’ll remember you! When my master arrives, he will definitely kill you!” the man growled savagely.

“Alright, enough nonsense. Hand over all the money on you. Otherwise, I’ll strip you bare and throw you into the lake to feed the Demon Beasts. Don’t worry, I, Jiang Taixuan, am capable of doing it!” Wang Mingming snorted coldly, clasping his hands behind his back.

Splash!

Qingyue Lake rippled as a Demon Beast surged from the water’s surface, baring its sharp fangs, looking very ferocious.

The two exchanged a glance, hurriedly took off their Spatial Rings, and threw them to Wang Mingming, saying coldly, “Jiang Taixuan, we’ll remember you! Consider these temporarily deposited with you! When my master comes, you will pay with your blood!”

“Whoever doesn’t come is a grandson! Laozi will be waiting for you in Qingyue Forest!” Wang Mingming arrogantly snorted, accepting the two Spatial Rings.

After a Spatial Ring was bound to an owner, it could also be unbound. The two directly removed their bindings, very readily, but the killing intent in their eyes was deep, clearly indicating they would truly come back to cause trouble.

“Get lost,” Wang Mingming coldly waved his hand, dismissing them.

Watching the two scramble away, stumbling and staggering, one family head asked, “Young City Lord, why didn’t you just kill them both?”

“What’s the point of killing them? Keep them around to rob again later,” Wang Mingming said calmly.

Liu Zheng frowned. “Young City Lord, aren’t you afraid the Field Master will really kill you for this?”

“Nonsense! I’m introducing business to the Field Master. Think about it—a Dao Fruit Martial Artist must be very rich. The Field Master can make a huge profit again. He’ll thank me,” Wang Mingming curled his lip, then said excitedly, “Enough talk. I’m going to report the good news to the Field Master.”

“Young City Lord, what about the ten thousand Yuan Coins?” Liu Zheng grabbed hold of him.

“Here,” Wang Mingming directly tossed down ten thousand Yuan Coins, then took off running. Having robbed two sect Innates, he wanted to go buy some good stuff.

Focus on Martial Arts training? Making money is for bumpkins?

What’s the point of Martial Arts training? Knowing how to make money is enough. These sect idiots.