Chapter 29: Eryao Goes into Battle, The Terrifying Strength of the Dragon Whelp (1)

This... such good terms, and he didn't accept?

The Elder was astounded for a moment, and seeing that he seemed unwilling, he could only nod his head and sigh with regret, "Alright. If young friend is willing, our Holy Medical Valley will always welcome you." It was such a pity to lose a disciple like that.

After Jiang Tang bowed and left, he hadn't walked more than a few steps when he was blocked by a group of beggars.

"I'm telling you, kid, hand over the money and grandpa here will spare your life," declared the beggar leader, holding a brick in his hand and looking at Jiang Tang with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes.

Jiang Tang: "..." Why did he always encounter people picking fights every time he descended the mountain.

Isn't that annoying?

"If I refuse to hand it over, are you going to use that thing to hit me?" Jiang Tang pointed at the brick in the beggar leader's hand.

"With this little thing, I can easily smack you to death," the beggar snickered.

Two figures secretly observing the scene quietly facepalmed.

Indeed, mortals are mortals, with incomprehensible folly.

They were given a sleeping drug and yet insisted on using a brick— they had already said that Jiang Tang was no ordinary person, yet these fools were acting just as common folks do.

A hopeless case.

Jiang Tang looked at the filthy face of the beggar and twitched the corner of his mouth in silence.

Forget it, no point in telling them he was a Spiritual Cultivator.

"Please excuse me, I need to find an inn to meditate and rest." Without paying any more attention to the beggars, Jiang Tang raised his hand to push through the crowd and headed straight for the nearest inn.

The beggar boss, used to throwing his weight around due to his numerous underlings, had never been disregarded like this before.

Jiang Tang was certainly the first in a very long time.

He was immediately infuriated, raising the brick and rushing forward to fiercely strike the back of Jiang Tang's head.

The brick shattered upon impact.

Jiang Tang stopped dead in his tracks.

The beggar leader looked at the unmoving figure of Jiang Tang, and his heart skipped a beat.

Damn it, this might have gone too far.

"Bro, you got no strength in your hands, huh." Jiang Tang felt the back of his head, turned to stare at the beggar, and grinned, "Let me teach you."

He picked up a piece of wood from beside him, and under the astonished gazes of the beggars, calmly drove it into the ground.

The ground instantly cracked open, the entire piece of wood embedding itself within.

Feeling the dust rushing to his face, the beggar leader swallowed hard.

He suddenly remembered that this fellow was a Spiritual Cultivator.

Against them, mere mortals, it was absolutely a crushing defeat.

Jiang Tang dusted off his hands and headed toward the inn ahead.

"Useless trash, I gave you the sleeping drug for nothing!" Right then, two men emerged from hiding, cursing at the beggar leader in frustration.

The beggar leader shrank his neck, suppressing the fear in his heart, and looked up fawningly, "Sirs, he has entered the inn. Why not wait like stalking a rabbit—catch him as he comes out?"

"Forget it, we'll do it ourselves. Now scram!" The man in a golden robe said impatiently with a wave of his hand.

The beggar, feeling like he had narrowly escaped a disaster, wiped the sweat from his forehead and promptly led his minions away.

"Hua Qing, what a great idea you came up with! Dragging in any old crap to be our underling!" The other man beside him stared at the man in the golden robe angrily.

The two men speaking were none other than Hua Qing and Du Long, who had been expelled from their Sect.

At this point, Du Long had already been crippled, losing not only his cultivation but also a leg, limping as he walked, now lacking the imposing air of the Little Overlord of yesteryears.

When Du Long opened his mouth to curse at Hua Qing, Hua Qing could no longer contain his murderous intent.

All because of this brat. If not for his unsolicited advice, offering what seemed to be a clever plan, would he have been driven out of the Medicine Sect?

It was all useless now. Might as well just do away with him to avoid further annoyance.

"Du Long, go to your death!" With this thought, Hua Qing no longer concealed his murderous intent and reached out to grab Du Long by the throat, hoisting him up viciously.

Under the long night, the figure struggled for a while before his hands went limp.

The next morning, having meditated through the night, Jiang Tang was woken by the sounds of bustle and drumming.

He got up from his bed and walked to the window, watching as people filled the streets running in one direction, some even holding sunflower seeds, which made the corners of his mouth twitch involuntarily.

Indeed, no one refuses a spectacle.

After freshening up, Jiang Tang looked over the Spirit Field Space and decided to buy some high-quality fertilizer from the nearby town to enhance the spiritual energy of the Spirit Field.

When he went downstairs to pay with silver, the shopkeeper sighed heavily.

"Shopkeeper, why such heavy sighs? Are you troubled by something?" Jiang Tang raised an eyebrow.

"Last night, someone died right outside my shop's door." The shopkeeper's face was full of sorrow. "I heard it was a disciple from the Immortal Sect. This has blown up into a big incident now. How am I supposed to receive guests at my inn after this?"

A disciple from the Immortal Sect?

Dead?

Jiang Tang's heart skipped a beat. He bought two steamed buns from the shopkeeper and munched on them while leaving the inn, heading towards the Government Office at the end of the street.

He caught a glimpse of some officers carrying a corpse inside.

"I've heard that the Immortal Sect disciple was expelled from the Sect and had his cultivation destroyed."

"Yes. A disciple who has not committed a grave mistake would never be subject to such a severe punishment."

"That poor young master was strangled to death. His tongue was sticking out so much."

"Ei, don't talk about it anymore. My kid went out for a stroll early in the morning, saw that corpse, and was scared witless, urinated all over the place."

"That's a real disgrace to die like that."

"It's really unlucky to have someone die first thing in the morning."

"In these times, it's good enough if no one dies in your own home."

"..." "..."

Listening to the folks' discussions, Jiang Tang started to feel a strange sense in his heart.

He had an inkling that the poor soul might be someone he knew...

Just then, he spotted a sly-looking character poking around the area.

Jiang Tang quietly approached the man and grabbed him, pulling him aside into Gada Alley.

"Oh my lord, mercy, mercy, please! I didn't see anything, I know nothing at all!" The man trembled, not bothering to look at his captor, and immediately knelt down with eyes closed, kowtowing and begging for mercy while crying out.

Jiang Tang: "...Brother, I'm not going to kill you."

At the sound of Jiang Tang's voice, the man abruptly looked up, astonishment written all over his face: "It's you?"

As it turned out, this was the same beggar who had threatened to split Jiang Tang's head open the previous day.

"Yesterday, what did you see?" Jiang Tang leaned against the wall, continued to nibble on the steamed bun, and queried him.

The beggar hesitated and struggled to speak, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Do you still remember the piece of wood from yesterday? Would you like me to give you the same treatment?" Jiang Tang smiled slightly.

Sometimes, threats can be quite effective.

The beggar flinched, then blurted out everything he had witnessed the previous night.

It turned out that having realized he hadn't returned the sleeping drug yet, the beggar headed back halfway.

But the sight that greeted him upon his return was alarmingly horrific.

It was Hua Qing, dog-eat-dog, who couldn't stand Du Long's insults, and lifted him up, strangling him to death mid-air.

The beggar was terrified. Sensing Hua Qing's awareness and his sinister gaze turning in this direction, the beggar quickly held his breath.

He was so frightened that he wet his pants.