Ransack

After this small episode, the exchange between everyone resumed.

Everyone was cautious, and the exchange went smoothly. Gradually, the atmosphere became lively, and even some who were initially hesitant couldn't resist joining in the exchanges.

When most people had finished exchanging items, Fang Xing stood up and announced loudly, "I also have something to exchange, but it's a fixed price: one hundred and fifty spirit stones. I won't accept anything less, ah, in fact, I'm already at a loss at one hundred and fifty spirit stones. After all, this thing, my old man bought it for thirty thousand taels of gold before I joined the immortal sect..."

As soon as he spoke, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

The young man who had previously shown a mid-grade flying sword worth one hundred spirit stones was already shocking, so what about someone now asking for one hundred and fifty? And he even claimed that one hundred and fifty was a loss. Who wouldn't want to come and take a look at such a treasure? Especially the greedy rat spirit; his eyes narrowed into slits as he quickly approached.

"What kind of magical item is worth thirty thousand taels of gold? Show it to us quickly."

Fang Xing said, "This senior brother seems to have a discerning eye. I would like to ask you to appraise it and see if this item is worth three hundred spirit stones or if we can add a bit more..."

As he spoke, he revealed a delicate and exquisite smoking pipe that emitted a faint spiritual light under the moonlight.

"Oh?"

The greedy rat spirit took a glance and felt that it was indeed a magical item, but he felt something was off. It didn't seem worth thirty thousand taels of gold. However, he was hesitant because of Fang Xing's confident words, so he leaned in closer to take a look.

The others had similar thoughts and gathered around to inspect the item.

"It's indeed a magical item, but it doesn't seem worth thirty thousand taels of gold. Brother, could you have been deceived?"

"Heh, is this senior brother deliberately asking for a high price to trick us into bidding more?"

"Not necessarily. Senior brother, is there anything special about this magical item? Can you let us take a closer look?"

The crowd discussed in low voices, and some wanted to see the item in action.

"Of course, hmph, to those who say this item isn't worth thirty thousand taels of gold, I won't even bother with you. Your eyes are truly blind. Today, just because of that comment, I'll let you all see what a real magical item is!" Fang Xing pretended to be grand, placed his palm on the smoking pipe, and said in a low voice, "Keep your eyes wide open; the wonder of this magical item lies in the details..."

As he spoke, everyone couldn't help but lean in closer.

"By the spirits and the earth, reveal yourself, magical item worth thirty thousand taels of gold!"

Fang Xing shouted softly when everyone was close enough, and he slapped the smoking pipe.

"Sss..."

Suddenly, a puff of smoke emerged from the pipe.

The smoke was light blue, and when inhaled, it had a sweet and brain-invading fragrance.

Several disciples at the Qi Condensation realm who were close to the smoking pipe immediately felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Even those at the Foundation Establishment realm trembled and tried to resist but felt powerless and slowly collapsed.

The greedy rat spirit had the highest cultivation level and the strongest resistance. Sensing something was wrong, he tried to retreat immediately. However, he was closest to the smoking pipe, and as Fang Xing released the smoke, it sprayed directly toward his nostrils. Seeing him retreat, Fang Xing jumped up, kicked him in the face, and followed him as he tried to escape. The smoking pipe always stayed a foot away from him, spraying fiercely toward his face.

"You..."

The greedy rat spirit widened his eyes and wanted to scold Fang Xing loudly, but he felt dizzy and gradually collapsed.

But his expression at this moment was clearly very unwilling.

He was usually cautious, and this time, he had been on guard against those who looked like senior disciples of the Qingyun Sect. However, he never expected a newly joined disciple to have such audacity and do such a thing.

In a moment of carelessness, he fell into a trap, and he could only admit that he was unlucky.

"Damn, I almost failed because of you!"

Fang Xing kicked him hard and even stepped on him a bit, grinding his flesh. Seeing no reaction from the greedy rat spirit, Fang Xing relaxed. Enduring such pain without any reaction was not something a normal person could do; it seemed like he was really unconscious.

The smoke pipe given to him by his fourth uncle was indeed good, but Fang Xing also took a risk. He knew that while the smoke was extraordinary, the higher the opponent's cultivation level, the stronger their resistance. His fourth uncle had an even bigger one, but when he sprayed it at Xiao Jianming and the Iron Eagle below him, they only felt dizzy for a moment before Xiao Jianming cut him in half with a sword.

From this, it could be seen that this smoke was nearly ineffective against disciples at the Foundation Establishment realm and above.

Fang Xing dared to do this because he had tested it on himself before. When he slightly released some smoke toward himself, he slept soundly for a day and night. Based on this, he was confident enough to use it.

"What's happening?"

Someone nearby asked in a low voice, and Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat. He immediately realized that the two guards must have heard the commotion.

Fang Xing was startled and thought he had forgotten about the two guards at the entrance.

"Damn it, don't rob me. Isn't it enough that I won't trade this treasure? Get lost, I'm leaving!"

Fang Xing shouted loudly, scaring away a flock of birds.

The two guards were surprised and hurriedly rushed in to investigate. They bumped into a figure head-on, and the person stumbled, almost dropping a small exquisite smoking pipe. The two guards instinctively reached out to catch it, but the person twisted in mid-air, pressed their palm on the pipe, and a puff of blue smoke sprayed directly at one guard's face.

"You..."

The guard was slightly shocked, not reacting in time, and suddenly felt a strong sweet fragrance invading his nose, causing him to collapse.

"What are you trying to do?"

The other guard was greatly surprised. He only smelled a bit of the smoke and felt dizzy but didn't pass out.

Fang Xing sneered coldly and said, "I'm doing this!"

He drew out his knife and stabbed at the guard.

The guard was shocked and quickly dodged to the side, reaching for his own magical item in his pocket.

However, he had also been affected by some of the smoke, so his reaction was slow. As he tried to retrieve his magical item, Fang Xing had already leaped into the air, turned around, and kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

By now, the guard finally had a chance to take out his flying sword, enduring the dizziness in his head, he tried to lock onto Fang Xing and wield his sword. But just then, Fang Xing suddenly produced something and waved it at him.

"Clang clang clang..."

A silver light flew out, kicking up dust and making a terrifying sound.

"It's not pleasant to have these things pinned on you. If you don't want to die, throw your flying sword aside..."

Fang Xing's voice was cold as he pointed a silver tube at the guard's face.

"No, I'll throw away the flying sword..."

The guard was just an ordinary outer sect disciple who had recently joined the sect and still dreamed of becoming an immortal. How could he be willing to give up his life at this moment? He yelled and threw his flying sword aside.

"Heh, you know your place!"

Fang Xing sneered and stuffed the tube into his pocket, then walked over and kicked the guard in the face.

The guard's head swayed, slowly collapsed, then suddenly lifted again, and with a hint of a sobbing tone, he said, "What are you doing?"

"Damn it, why hasn't he passed out yet?"

Fang Xing felt a bit embarrassed and had to spray the smoking pipe at him again. This time, it worked, and the guard fell unconscious without waking up again.

"Hehe, today's a big harvest. What a group of fat sheep..."

Fang Xing laughed heartily, dragged the two guards to the center of the valley, and then began to collect his spoils.

First, he took off the storage rings from the young man who seemed to be from a wealthy family, then started searching for spirit stones on each person.

During the earlier exchanges, Fang Xing had remembered what each person had on them, so he was very familiar with this process.