Chapter 27: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 4

The people in the trial field would not know what happened outside. In the Qingyao Mirror, three ferocious-looking male cultivators were still carefully searching for someone.

The gray-robed man looked at the compass in his hand that had stopped turning, and a flash of emotion passed through his sinister eyes.

Strange. The man had clearly said he'd put tracking powder on the girl and that he'd be able to find her with a compass. The compass had clearly been responding just now, but how come he couldn't sense her presence even after chasing her close to him?

The gray-robed monk was somewhat puzzled, and his slightly cloudy eyes scanned the surroundings again.

They were now in a flat area with a lot of weeds. There were no tall trees nearby, only a few large rocks not far away.

The gray-robed monk was a Jindan-stage cultivator. His spiritual sense could cover an area dozens of miles away, and even the small woods in front could not escape the range of his spiritual sense.

The compass clearly pointed in this direction, but his spiritual sense still couldn't find it. How could a little girl who hadn't even reached the foundation-building stage escape to?

He continued to scan the area aimlessly with his spiritual sense, and suddenly, his spiritual sense stopped at one place.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his spiritual sense scanned it carefully again and found something unusual.

He found a burnt-out fire and several grilled fish by a river in a nearby forest, one of which had been bitten.

The gray-robed monk's eyes suddenly lit up.

Someone had stayed here overnight, leaving traces behind. This proved that the girl had indeed been here before. Furthermore, she hadn't even established her foundation yet; relying solely on her own strength, it was impossible for her to escape from his spiritual awareness so quickly.

The man in gray robe smiled, as if he had thought of something, and his gloomy eyes kept glancing around.

He almost forgot the girl's identity!

There was a hint of ferocity and greed in his smile. As the young master of Penglai Pavilion, he must have a lot of good things on him.

It didn't seem strange that the magic weapon had the ability to conceal her aura and even avoid the consciousness of a Jindan stage cultivator.

As expected, if you are born into a good family, you can have everything, even such a rare magic weapon that can conceal your breath.

However, such a rare magic weapon will soon belong to him. When he thought of this, a trace of burning greed flashed in the gray-robed monk's eyes.

His expression remained impassive, but his eyes continued to scan the area, as if trying to find a place where the girl could be hiding.

The pretty face of the girl hiding behind the boulder had completely lost its color. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, running down her temples and sliding down her fair cheeks.

Her eyes were filled with nervousness. This place was too empty. If they really searched carefully, they would probably be discovered soon.

She tried hard to suppress her fear and barely maintained her composure, secretly wondering what magic weapon was in the storage bag that could solve the crisis she was facing.

Unfortunately, she had no time to think about it, because she was soon found by three male monks.

The three male monks looked at the trembling girl in white huddled beside the boulder, and a hint of ecstasy flashed in their eyes, as if they had already seen the scene of many natural treasures and top-grade magic weapons falling into their arms.

"Hehe, Young Pavilion Master is really easy for us to find." The monk in yellow Taoist robes grinned as he looked at the shivering girl in front of him.

The girl looked at the three wandering cultivators who had found her and were constantly approaching her, with malicious intent in their eyes. She almost lost her composure.

She stood up with a slight tremor, staring directly at the wandering cultivator in front of her. Her tone was still human, but she couldn't help but feel a hint of fear: "I know what you want." She swallowed hard and said: "Spiritual weapons, spiritual treasures, I have them all. As long as you don't hurt me, I can give them to you."

"Hahahahahahahaha..." The three casual cultivators in front of him laughed wildly as if they heard a joke.

The leading grey-robed male cultivator laughed and then sneered, "Young Pavilion Master, you are so naive! If we get rid of you, won't those spiritual treasures and artifacts on you also belong to us?"

"If I get rid of you and take the storage ring, anyone will know who killed you."

"On the contrary, if we don't get rid of you and let the tiger go back to the mountain, we will be the ones in trouble." A strong murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the gray-robed monk. It was obvious that he would never let the girl's life go.

"Even if you kill me, you still can't take my spiritual tools or treasures." The girl choked, her voice hoarse. "My storage ring is also one of my life-defining spiritual treasures. As long as I don't want you to, none of you can take the things inside. If I die, the entire storage ring, along with the spiritual treasures and tools inside, will all disappear."

"If you kill me, you'll get nothing!"

Her face flushed crimson, and her already arrogant nature began to show again under the pressure of fear, and she almost gave up.

Everyone outside the Qingyao Mirror who was watching this scene couldn't help but feel worried. It was not a wise move for the girl to anger three vicious cultivators.

The yellow-robed monk's smug smile froze upon hearing the girl's words. Unconvinced, he used his divine sense to probe the storage ring in the girl's hand. Sure enough, he detected an Elemental Aura nearly identical to the girl's. His rough brow furrowed.

"Brother, what she said seems to be true." The yellow-robed monk was obviously a little anxious.

This girl's identity is different from those people they robbed treasures from in the past. She is the Young Master of Penglai Pavilion. They are obviously taking a huge risk in killing people to rob treasures this time. If they get nothing and are hated by the Young Master of a big sect, it will be too much of a loss.

The gray-robed monk was obviously a little surprised. After all, a storage ring is just a magical tool for monks to store things. It can be seen everywhere, and few people would take such an insignificant magical tool as their own natal spiritual treasure.

If they force their way through, they'll probably get nothing.

However, if he was asked to let this girl live, he naturally wouldn't want to...

Thinking of the man's cruel methods, the gray-robed monk couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine. If he knew that he had broken his promise, he would probably end up with his soul scattered.

But if she insisted on taking this girl's life, they would probably get nothing, and they would definitely not agree... He looked at the other two monks with a gloomy look, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

The yellow-robed monk did not notice the gloomy look that flashed across the gray-robed monk's eyes. Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, he became a little impatient.

He was not willing to do business at a loss. After taking such a big risk, he had to gain something no matter what.

"Young Pavilion Master, we are only here for wealth and we don't necessarily want to kill people. How about this: you take out everything on your storage ring and give it to us, and we will spare your life?" The yellow-robed monk said with a smile.

"Don't try to fool me. How do I know you're lying? What if I give you all the magic treasures and you kill me to silence me?" The girl, though naive, wasn't stupid. She didn't believe him and forced herself to say, "Only if you swear a vow in your heart. If all three of you swear a vow in your heart that you won't hurt me, I'll give you the magic treasures."

The oath in the heart is an oath made by the Heavenly Dao, establishing a Heavenly Dao contract. If the contract is violated, no matter what your identity or level of cultivation is, you will be punished by the Heavenly Dao, and no one can escape.

The little girl was not easy to deceive. The yellow-robed monk gritted his teeth and thought for a moment. Seeing that the gray-robed monk had an unclear expression, he looked at another monk.

"We can swear an oath from our hearts that we will never hurt you after we get the spiritual treasures and artifacts." Another black-robed monk said in a deep voice: "But you also have to swear an oath from your heart that you will not retaliate against the three of us after you leave alive." It was obvious that he was still very wary of her identity.

The girl agreed readily. The girl, who had never experienced much danger, had an astonishing desire to survive.

The two monks in black robes and gray robes quickly made a mental oath. The halo of light projected from the sky drew a circle around them, and the Heavenly Contract was formed.

"He also has to make a vow in his heart!" Seeing that the Heavenly Dao Contract was accomplished, the girl seemed to feel a little relieved.

She turned to look at the gray-robed monk who was staring at her without moving, and said in a firm tone!

The two of them were getting a little impatient, but for the sake of those spiritual treasures and artifacts, they still held their temper: "Brother, swear an oath."

The black-robed monk still felt a little strange when he saw his elder brother with a gloomy face.

...He always felt that his eldest brother's mood had been off these days, and he seemed a little weird...

The gray-robed monk looked at his companion who had been with him in the world of cultivation for many years. He held the weapon tightly in his hand, and his eyes flashed with many emotions that the other two could not understand.

He remembered what the elegantly dressed young male cultivator had promised him. He closed his eyes, cold sweat broke out on his face, and he finally hardened his heart.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" The yellow-robed monk looked at his elder brother who was motionless, feeling a little worried. He approached him and planned to check on his condition.

But before he could get close enough, boom, a white light flashed, and the yellow-robed monk immediately froze in place.

His face was dull, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head hesitantly, looking at his neck where blood was oozing out, his eyes wide open.

“Brother, you…” Before he could finish his words, blood began to flow out of his throat and he fell down.

The black-robed monk was also shocked when he saw the sudden change in front of him. He knew that he was no match for the gray-robed monk, so he turned around and wanted to escape without caring about anything else.

But his movements were obviously too slow. Before he could escape a few miles, he was stabbed in the back by the gray-robed monk.

The black-robed monk coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood weakly, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth. Then he also fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The girl was terrified by this sudden turn of events, and her composure vanished in an instant. She looked panicked, and before the gray-robed monk's attention returned, she turned eagerly and tried to escape.

However, before she could escape a few steps, the flying sword behind her flew towards her, and was about to hit the girl's delicate back.

Suddenly, a precious mirror worn on the chest flew out and directly met the murderous flying sword.

With a loud bang, the two spiritual weapons collided with each other, making a huge noise. Cracks instantly appeared on the sword body of the flying sword, and then it turned into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

The mirror facing the enemy also shattered and fell to the ground.