He felt a bit of regret in his heart.
The last ti ng Ping tried to trade items, he sent word to several friends he was close to. He never expected that would end up causing harm to them.
There were originally seven of them, now only four remain.
Two died fighting ng Ping before, and today, in broad daylight, another one died.
"I’m not sure if I was wrong to send you that ssage back then."
Qiu Yun shook his head and said, "It’s not your fault. Even if you hadn’t sent us word, we would have found out eventually. If not for you guys, we’d have died even worse."
Hong Yuan looked puzzled for a mont.
Qiu Yun sighed, "It’s been months since ng Ping was revealed as an evil cultivator, but Old Tian still hasn’t returned to the manor."
Hong Yuan instantly understood.
Old Tian and Qiu Yun are from the sa place. Back when Lu Chang’sheng called everyone to discuss, Old Tian didn’t join them but went directly to trade with ng Ping.
Looking at it now, he’s most likely dead.
"Maybe he just found a place to hide out."
Hong Yuan said.
Qiu Yun shook his head, knowing Hong Yuan only said that to comfort him, and didn’t say more.
"Scholar Lu—did he really beco immortal?"
As he was leaving, Qiu Yun couldn’t hold back and asked.
Hong Yuan shook his head and said, "I’m not sure either."
Whether Chang’sheng has beco immortal or not, without his permission, he definitely wouldn’t spread word.
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The evil cultivator surnad Mo left behind even less than ng Ping, just a set of clothing that looked a bit unusual—sort of like a vest.
Of course, no one knew that there was also a treasure vault immortal insect.
Only, during the looting, Lu Chang’sheng used a little trick to stealthily hide it in his sleeve. That way, when the realms rge, no one would bla him for not revealing the immortal insect’s usefulness if they discovered it.
This kill was different from last ti. Lu Chang’sheng took a huge risk and almost fought the guy head-on—so taking the immortal insect feels absolutely justified.
The next day, everyone figured out what the clothing was for.
Its defense is insanely strong—able to absorb part of the force of attacks, especially those without magical power.
Like arrows, crossbows, or anything below Innate Martial Artist level.
But the True Qi of an Innate Martial Artist has started to go beyond regular True Qi and picked up a hint of magical power, so it can punch through this magical robe’s defenses.
It still can’t compare with the immortal armor Lu Chang’sheng wears.
"Looks like this evil cultivator was even poorer than ng Ping."
At least that’s how it looks from the outside.
Whether it’s true or not—it’s hard to judge before opening up Mo’s treasure vault immortal insect.
Now that he has a much stronger immortal armor, Lu Chang’sheng really doesn’t need that magical robe.
If these things don’t have magical power, their effect drops sharply; and for an immortal, it’s not even worth ntioning—practically junk.
Even giving it to soone would be a waste, so he just raised the price a bit and let it go.
In the end, Xu Zhuqing snagged it, dropping a hundred pieces of rare items for it.
Lu Chang’sheng hadn’t expected her to win. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have pushed the price at the end.
Faced with Xu Zhuqing’s sowhat resentful look, Lu Chang’sheng could only glance away, pretending to ditate and ignore it.
After the auction, a group of True Qi Realm Martial Artists started to get bloodthirsty.
That sa day, tens of thousands from the Black Mountain Army in Black Mountain Prefecture fully mobilized, locked down all four gates, and stord towards the Martial Artist Council’s headquarters.
This ti, Lu Chang’sheng didn’t get involved.
Sun Wu caught wind in advance and bailed, but Wei Feng and the others didn’t get any warning. When they saw crowds of armored soldiers rushing in, their faces went blank with confusion.
As the Martial Artist Council grew, it had long since landed on the official registry. But with Lu Chang’sheng around, authorities always gave them a lot of leeway.
Ever since Lu Chang’sheng quit the Council, the huge organization started losing cohesion. A lot of info stopped reaching the top, and communication got painfully slow.
That’s why Wei Feng and the rest were so desperate to drag Sun Wu back in, even willing to give up huge perks.
Too bad Sun Wu showed up at the wrong ti—if it’d been a dozen years earlier, it might’ve worked out. But now, with Lu Chang’sheng, several royal Innates, and evil cultivators causing havoc in Great Yuan—
One rookie Innate Martial Artist doesn’t count for much anymore.
A few days later, a huge crowd made their way to Lu Family Manor. To stay close to Lu Chang’sheng, over thirty True Qi Realm Martial Artists, plus dozens of big nas from Black Mountain Prefecture, all shelled out piles of silver coins and resources to secure spots near Lu Mansion.
Of course, taking these people in wasn’t just about the money—Lu Chang’sheng had his own reasons.
Sure, these folks aren’t all that strong, but the larger numbers give him another layer of safety.
Like when he took down ng Ping—if not for those dozens of True Qi Realm Martial Artists distracting him, there’s no way he’d have killed the guy.
"Sotis, protection goes both ways."
Lu Chang’sheng ignored the busy crowd, heading back to his secret chamber and channeling magical power into the treasure vault immortal insect.
One day passed, and the unmoving, seemingly sleeping immortal insect ca alive. He sent another surge of magical power into its mouth.
Next mont, the immortal insect opened wide.
Lu Chang’sheng imdiately saw the immortal objects stored inside.
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