Chapter 122: Banditry (2)

He flew sideways, crashed heavily onto the ground, and rolled several times before stopping.

His face was bruised and swollen, blood was leaking from his nose and mouth, his clothes were torn, and he lay on the ground barely breathing.

Even moving a finger seemed extremely difficult; he had clearly lost all ability to resist.

If the first time he was sent flying was luck or Zhao Hengjiang’s underestimation...

Then this time, even with Zhao Hengjiang using the Vajra Art, he was still defeated by Chen Chuan with an absolute advantage, leaving no room for excuses.

This new Disciple named Chen Chuan truly possessed the terrifying strength to challenge those at higher levels.

Everyone’s gaze toward Chen Chuan changed completely, from initial ridicule to deep awe and a hint of fear.

This guy was not only incredibly bold but also ridiculously strong.

Wang Lan and Yang Shu’s mouths remained wide open for a long time, their minds blank.

They looked at Zhao Hengjiang, who was like mud on the ground, and then at Chen Chuan, who stood proudly in the field with only slightly hurried breathing.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction erupted in their chests like a volcano.

So satisfying!

Chen Chuan had vented a huge amount of anger for them and for everyone who had been bullied by Zhao Hengjiang.

Chen Chuan slowly calmed his surging blood and looked coldly at Zhao Hengjiang, who was like a dead dog on the ground.

Zhao Hengjiang struggled to lift his head, his face showing no fear of a loser, but instead filled with malice and distortion.

He stared intently at Chen Chuan and growled hoarsely, "You bastard! You... you wait, I have a hundred ways to make your life miserable."

"It seems the lesson wasn’t enough." Chen Chuan’s eyes turned cold as he walked toward Zhao Hengjiang and his four companions.

"You... what do you want to do?" Zhao Hengjiang and his four lackeys finally showed fear on their faces.

Chen Chuan ignored their shouting, knelt down, and swiftly pulled a storage ring off Zhao Hengjiang’s finger.

Then he followed suit and confiscated the storage rings of the other four lackeys one by one.

"You! You dare to steal our storage rings?" Zhao Hengjiang’s eyes were nearly bursting; this was his entire fortune.

"Robber! This is banditry!" The lackeys also shouted in shock and anger.

"Chen Chuan! The Holy Land will not let you off!"

"We will definitely make you pay the price!"

Chen Chuan weighed the five storage rings of varying quality in his hand and spoke plainly but with unquestionable authority:

"Spoils of war belong to the victor; it is only natural. If you keep making noise, I don’t mind letting you stay in bed for a few more months."

As soon as he said this, the shouting from Zhao Hengjiang’s group stopped abruptly, leaving only heavy breathing and malicious glares.

They had no doubt that this unscrupulous fellow would actually do it.

The onlookers were also dumbfounded.

"Holy crap! Directly taking the storage rings? That’s too aggressive!"

"A robber! He’s simply a robber! But I like it!"

"Haha, Zhao Hengjiang really lost everything this time; his face is completely gone, and his storage ring is gone too."

"This Chen Chuan is not only strong but also incredibly gutsy."

Chen Chuan didn’t care about the surrounding gazes and discussions.

He put away the storage rings and said to Wang Lan and Yang Shu, who were still in shock, "Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Yang, let’s go to the Mission Hall."

Wang Lan and Yang Shu finally snapped out of it and quickly responded.

The two carefully bypassed Zhao Hengjiang and the others on the ground and quickly followed Chen Chuan toward the Mission Hall.

However, their gazes toward Chen Chuan’s back were filled with complexity and awe.

Inside the Mission Hall, people were still coming and going.

The three of them successfully received their Sect missions for the month.

Wang Lan was assigned to help at the Spirit Beast Garden, while Yang Shu was to weed the Medicinal Field, both of which were relatively easy tasks.

Chen Chuan’s mission was to go to the Pill Hall to clean the premises and the Alchemy furnaces.

"Pill Hall?"

Chen Chuan’s eyebrows rose slightly; this mission didn’t sound too heavy.

Moreover, he had a special fondness for the Pill Hall.

Following the instructions, Chen Chuan arrived at the Pill Hall located in the eastern area of the Outer Sect.

The Pill Hall occupied a vast area and was built entirely of dark red Fire Pattern Stone. Before even getting close, one could feel a faint heatwave and a dense medicinal fragrance.

Chen Chuan entered the Pill Hall, and after stating his purpose, a serious-looking Deacon Disciple in gray robes checked his mission jade token.

Then he introduced him to an Elder in charge of miscellaneous affairs.

The Elder had white hair and was full of energy. He only gave Chen Chuan a casual glance and said plainly:

"Newcomer? Go and clean the front hall and the backyard first. Remember, do not touch any Medicinal Pills or medicinal herbs."

"After you finish cleaning, come find me again, and I will teach you how to clean the Alchemy furnaces."

"Yes, Elder," Chen Chuan respectfully replied.

He picked up the cleaning tools prepared nearby and began to work diligently.

He was also speechless.

Why couldn’t he use Spiritual Qi to clean?

If he could use Spiritual Qi to clean, he could finish the task easily.

The interior of the Pill Hall was massive, with floors as smooth as mirrors, and many medicine cabinets and pill racks on display.

Although he wasn’t allowed to touch anything, just being inside and breathing in the dense Spiritual Qi and medicinal fragrance made one feel refreshed.

Chen Chuan was focusing on cleaning the dust in a corner when suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps and conversation came from outside the hall.

He looked up and saw a woman walking in.

This woman was wearing a water-blue dress, had a slender figure, and was incredibly beautiful, with skin like snow and features like a painting. Her temperament was as cool as a secluded orchid, as if she didn’t belong to the mortal world.

Her appearance seemed to brighten the entire Pill Hall.

However, behind this beautiful woman, a young man in expensive brocade robes followed closely. He was quite handsome, but his eyes had a hint of flamboyance.

"Junior Sister Su, look at the age of this Heart-Clearing Grass. I think it’s just right for refining a Heart-Calming Pill. My grandfather happens to have a few century-old ones..."

The young man in brocade had a fawning smile on his face and spoke incessantly.

The beautiful woman called Junior Sister Su was none other than Su Mengxi, one of the famous Genius Disciples in the Outer Sect.

Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her exquisite face showed undisguised disgust and helplessness. She quickened her pace, seemingly wanting to lose the follower behind her.

"Senior Brother Li, I appreciate your kindness. But I need to focus on preparing to refine a batch of pills now. Please do not disturb me."

Su Mengxi’s voice was like clear spring water hitting stones, pleasant to the ear, but it carried a coldness that kept people at a distance.

This young man in brocade was Li Feiyun, the grandson of a powerful Elder of the Pill Hall.

Relying on his status, he was also a person who ran rampant in the Outer Sect, especially in his long-term pursuit of Su Mengxi.

Hearing Su Mengxi’s cold response, the fawning smile on Li Feiyun’s face stiffened for a moment.

A trace of gloom flashed deep in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his smiling appearance.

Then he walked over to the nearby lounge area and sat down:

"Junior Sister Su, you go ahead with your work. I’ll just watch from here and won’t disturb you. If you need anything, just let me know."

Seeing him being so shameless, Su Mengxi felt even more annoyed.

If it weren’t for the fact that his grandfather was an Elder of the Pill Hall and she might need to rely on him for Alchemy in the future, she would have lost her temper long ago.

She suppressed the anger in her heart, ignored Li Feiyun, and walked straight to a pill room on one side of the hall to begin preparing the medicinal herbs needed for Alchemy.

As she turned around, she didn’t notice Li Feiyun sitting there.

Li Feiyun’s gaze swept unscrupulously over her slender back, and the fleeting look in his eyes was one of undisguised greed and lewdness.

All of this was seen by Chen Chuan, who appeared to be sweeping but had a sharp Divine Sense.

He understood that this Pill Hall was clearly not a peaceful place either.