This Is the Principle In the Cultivation World

All the inner sect disciples of the Black Mountains White Waters Yellow Flowers Green Willows Alliance became nervous. As the saying went, only those with ill intentions would come. If the enemy attacked them directly, they must be fearless. It seemed that this battle would not be easy.

Golden light flashed behind the Alliance Master, and a golden abacus flew out and floated above his head. It turned out that he cultivated a metal-attribute cultivation technique, and his Dharma treasure was a golden abacus.

When Zeng Jing saw this abacus, he couldn't help but laugh and cry. He thought to himself, "What a businessman."

The Alliance Master turned to Zeng Jing, "Little friend of Immortal Sword Sect, you should find a place to hide. Don't escape from the back of the forest. If the other party is planning to deal with us, they must have guarded the front, back, left, and right of the forest. It's very risky to escape now. Why don't you hide in the bushes? You might be fine."

Zeng Jing gave him a fist salute. "Thank you for the reminder."

The Alliance Master said, "I'm going to face the enemy. If I'm lucky enough to survive, please do more business with my Sect."

Zeng Jing said, "Of course."

At this point, the Alliance Master didn't have time to talk to Zeng Jing anymore. He jumped onto the abacus and flew out of the forest. Behind the abacus was a golden tail that was a few meters long. It looked really good. Zeng Jing couldn't help but think to himself, "It doesn't seem bad to choose a metal-attribute cultivation technique. It's quite eye-catching."

At this moment, the inner sect disciples of the Alliance flew up on their weapons and chased after the Alliance Master. Several streams of light flew towards the front of the forest. The outer sect disciples all retreated into the forest and hid behind the bushes, rocks, and trees.

Fang Wushang was also an outer sect disciple. He had no obligation to face the enemy. At this moment, he only needed to hide well. He turned around and wanted to pull Zeng Jing to hide with him. Unexpectedly, Zeng Jing, who had been standing beside him just now, had already put away the three-colored golden lotus, cold jade, and spiritual wood branch. He did not know where he was hiding.

Fang Wushang broke out in a sweat. "Brother Zeng is really disloyal. I wanted to pull him along to hide, but he didn't even think of pulling me along. Forget it, forget it. I'll find a bush to hide in."

Fang Wushang crawled into the bushes. Just as he was hiding, he suddenly saw a figure moving behind a big tree. He turned his head and looked. Eh? Wasn't it Brother Zeng? He hid the defective peach wood sword on his back and took out the rabbit skin from the basket on his back. He covered his face with it and made it into a rabbit skin mask. In order not to expose his hairstyle, he deliberately placed a fox head on his head. He also deliberately pasted a few rabbit skins on his body to make his clothes furry and difficult to recognize.

Fang Wushang was very surprised. Was Brother Zeng so afraid of death? Why did he dress up like this? When a powerful enemy came later, was he going to pretend to be a small animal in the grass? This was too embarrassing for the Shu Mountain Immortal Sword Sect. We cultivators can't be so cowardly even if we die. This has already reached the point where it affects our mental state.

Just as he thought of this, he saw Zeng Jing walk out from behind the tree. He strode towards the direction where the Alliance Master had flown.

"Ehhhh? So Brother Zeng isn't going to hide, but to go to the frontline. Why did he dress up like that?" Fang Wushang couldn't understand, but he didn't dare to follow. After thinking about it for a long time, he still climbed out of the grass and carefully walked towards the forest.

Zeng Jing had a fox's head on his head and a rabbit's skin covering his face. His clothes were also covered with rabbit's skin everywhere. It was furry and looked very strange. However, he did not care. It was fine as long as he could hide his identity.

With a few large strides, he arrived in front of the forest. There was no fight here yet.

The Alliance Master led more than 20 inner disciples and chatted awkwardly with the dozen odd uninvited guests.

The group of uninvited guests were dressed in a mess. They did not have a uniform and used all kinds of Dharma treasures. There were swords, knives, and sticks. It seemed that they were not from a proper sect. The middle-aged man in the lead had a gloomy expression. He was a villian judging by his facial appearance. Of course, just because he looked like a middle-aged man did not mean that he was middle-aged. The "age" of the cultivation world was very deep. One could not trust one's eyes easily.

The Alliance Master said, "I don't know how we offended you, but you suddenly came to our door and injured our outer sect disciples."

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "Black Mountains White Waters Yellow Flowers Green Willows Alliance is an extremely weak trash sect. A bunch of trash who have forgotten how to cultivate after doing business. I would still find it a little troublesome if you were to hide on Dragon Gate Mountain, relying on the Mountain Protection Sword Formation. However, you can't blame us since you left the Dragon Gate Mountain and came to the west of Jinguan City to court death on your own accord. I can't be bothered to talk nonsense with you. Hand over all the heavenly treasures you've collected and I'll spare your trashy lives today."

The Alliance Master revealed an awkward expression. "So it's for the heavenly treasures of our alliance. These Heavenly Treasures were all gathered by our sect's disciples who gave up their cultivation time and risked their lives to collect them. You want to snatch them just like that? Isn't that a little too unreasonable?"

The middle-aged man extended a fist. "This is the principle of the cultivation world!"

The Alliance Master knew that something was wrong. The other party had clearly investigated the situation and even knew about the Mountain Protection Sword Formation like the back of his hand. It seemed that he had put in a lot of effort. It was fine if this kind of enemy did not attack, but once they attacked, they must have full confidence. If they fought head-on today, they would most likely not be able to defeat them.

For the sake of the lives of the disciples, it was better to pay the money and avoid disaster.

However, wasn't it a little too much to admit defeat like this?

The Alliance Master said in a low voice, "It's not impossible for me to hand everything to you obediently, but you have to at least show me your skills and convince me, right?"

"You're right." The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand. A coiling dragon wooden stick spun and flew out from his back. The stick grew in front of him and suddenly became larger. In the blink of an eye, it changed from a small wooden stick to a huge tree that was a hundred years old. He waved his hand and the huge stick smashed down on the empty space beside the Alliance Master.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the rocks within a radius of dozens of meters bounced up into the air. Fire-attribute spiritual energy rushed out from the wooden stick and spread in all directions. Several inner sect disciples of the alliance were blown away by this spiritual energy. Their bodies could not help but fly backward for a few meters before they could stabilize themselves.

All of the Alliance Master's clothes were blown backward by the spiritual energy, his hair fluttering with the wind.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Do you understand now?

The Alliance Master's face turned pale. The other party's rod was at least at the Nascent Soul Realm, which was much more powerful than his Golden Core Realm cultivation. Moreover, the most infuriating thing was that the other party cultivated a fire-attribute cultivation technique that countered metal-attribute. The Alliance Master's metal-attribute cultivation technique was suppressed.

His cultivation realm was inferior and his five elements were countered. This battle could not be fought.