Giving soone a gift ans they’re an easy target.
Song Yan just gave the child so porridge, which in these people’s eyes was a first and third mistake.
Therefore, five Divinity Transformation Realm cultivators tead up and sat beside him, surrounding him.
"Share a drink" was just an excuse; once he agreed, what awaited him was rciless robbery.
However, Song Yan did not respond for a long ti.
A burly man suddenly broke the silence, speaking in a deep voice, "That child’s skin and bones are a simple shaping spell, and his misery is just an act. No one here would be fooled. You must be a disciple from so prestigious sect in the Myriad Swords Star Realm, here for training, right?"
Song Yan gave no definite answer.
The female cultivator saw his silence and gradually lost patience, bluntly saying, "Hand over the drink, give up everything on you, and then leave the way you ca. Consider it buying a lesson."
She grinned, saying, "Kid, you’ve gained sothing, end your training."
She laughed while standing up.
The other four cultivators stood up as well.
Shadows swayed, surrounding and engulfing the Profound Robe-clad man sitting on the wooden chair in the center.
...
...
After a mont...
Bang bang bang bang bang!
Five cultivators were thrown out of the tavern. They looked at each other fiercely, climbed up, and quickly left.
On this land...
Either do not fight, or fight ruthlessly, and always have a reason. Otherwise, it ans being a coward.
In everyone’s eyes, the Profound Robe man drinking fine wine in the tavern made another mistake.
Soone who possesses morality, yet would not strike hard when bullied, truly is a sheep that constantly emits the scent of sweetness.
Perhaps a Divinity Transformation Realm wolf cannot hunt a Profound Yellow First Realm sheep, but... if it’s a Profound Yellow First Realm wolf, then it can.
Either hunt or be hunted, species and power do not matter much.
Song Yan finished his wine and tossed out an Ordinary Starfire Spirit Stone, politely saying, "Please serve a dish with the drink, sothing clean."
The cultivator acting as the "waiter" in the tavern took the Starfire Spirit Stone, sniffed it, and said with a smile, "This stone has a pure fire scent, untouched by filth, with no impurities, deserving of a disciple from the Righteous Dao sects in the Myriad Swords Star Realm."
His words undoubtedly added another layer of allure to Song Yan, making him even more enticing.
Know that in the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, extracting Taiyin and Taiyang Qi is a difficult task, and the best thod is using the "Fire of Taiyin and Taiyang" concentrated in the Starfire Spirit Stone for cultivation.
Starfire Spirit Stones of good quality are naturally always welcod.
Soon, a platter of unknown roasted Demon Beast at was served on the table, with large bones wrapped in at, the surface cooked golden, oil sizzling with tempting aroma that made one want to devour it imdiately.
Song Yan slowly began to eat.
Halfway through, the tavern suddenly quieted down.
A strange aura began to spread.
The door squeaked open, and the first to enter was a graceful female cultivator wearing a half-faced bronze mask. Her right face was covered by the mask, grotesque and horrifying, while the exposed left face was captivatingly beautiful.
Eyebrows like distant Han peaks, eyes like spring water full of charm, lips red as flower juice, slightly hooked corners exuded allure, as if constantly asking for a kiss from any man looking at her.
Her figure was extraordinarily seductive, wrapped in a Red Silk Magic Robe, her waist as slender and powerful as a snake, her jet-black hair adorned with an unusual pair of scissors as a hairpin.
As the alluring female cultivator entered, the waiter who had loudly "announced" Song Yan’s gift of the Starfire Spirit Stone imdiately shrank his neck, eagerly approached, not daring to look at her, only lowering his head, calling out, "Lord Nine..."
The word "Lord" had just left his mouth when the waiter abruptly froze, then fell to the ground, muttering, "Lord Han... Lord Han, you’re here too."
A cultivator nad Lord Han walked in.
It was a peculiar hunchbacked elder, wrapped in a large cloak, with skin smooth and appearance mismatched. Upon closer inspection, one would find that his forehead seed to have been stretched, appearing torn. The torn area had tight bizarre stitch patterns, behind which was a patch of darkness.
Evidently, the hunchbacked elder might just be a shell.
The real Lord Han was likely hidden within the shell.
Everyone in the tavern beca quiet, only Song Yan silently eating the roasted at.
The hunchbacked elder known as Lord Han and the masked female cultivator referred to as Lord Nine stood opposite him.
Song Yan continued eating the roasted at until he finished it, took a sip of fine wine, comfortably sighed, burped contently, then looked at the two cultivators standing before him and said, "Sothing wrong?"
Lord Han said, "Every place has its rules. Since you’re here, you must obey them."
Song Yan asked, "What rules?"
Lord Han replied, "If the weak show wealth, it must be taken—this rule you must follow, and so must I."
Song Yan said, "You want to rob ?"
Lord Han waved repeatedly, saying, "No, no, no, not to that extent yet, let’s take it step by step.
First, what sect are you from? Is there a school nearby? If so, provide evidence. Once proof is provided, I’ll turn around and leave without hesitation."
Song Yan replied, "I have no sect, just an abandoned disciple."
Lord Han suddenly understood, saying, "That makes sense."
Then he continued, "Now, we proceed to step two. Your realm should still be at the Realm Core Realm, right? If you are above it, please demonstrate; if you are higher than the Realm Core Realm, I’ll apologize sincerely without complaint."
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