The little beggar heard footsteps behind him, turned around and saw two scholars, and his face was stunned.
Most of the people who come to the dilapidated temple for medical treatment are from poor families, and he rarely sees people who are well-dressed.
The two scholars paid no attention to the little beggar's reaction. They approached him and one of them asked directly, "Little beggar, I heard that you found a treasure at the wellhead a few days ago?"
As soon as these words came out, the little beggar's eyes immediately flashed with panic, and he subconsciously took two steps back: "No! I didn't pick up anything."
"No? What are you withdrawing for?"
The scholar lost all the fear he had when facing the wellhead. He sneered and said, "Hurry and take it out!"
As he said this, the scholar was about to step forward and grab it.
The old pharmacist at the side finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he reached out and took the little beggar behind him, showing a humble smile: "Two scholars, why do you have to embarrass a child? We can discuss it."
Seeing the old pharmacist intervene, the two scholars looked unhappy. However, due to the reputation he had accumulated as a doctor in the town, one of them slowed down his tone and said:
"Since you have asked, I will give you a favor.
Little beggar, I will offer ten taels of silver to buy your treasure. You'd better know what's good for you, otherwise I will spread the news immediately!
If more people come to grab the treasure, you won't get anything, and you might even be beaten to death. You should think carefully."
The scholar's words contained an undisguised threat. The old pharmacist's face changed when he heard it, and he quickly signaled the little beggar to hand over the things.
The little beggar's face turned pale, but he still clutched his clothes tightly and shook his head stubbornly: "I said, I don't have any treasure."
"You little bastard, you're shameless!"
The two scholars were furious. One of them pushed the old pharmacist away, and the other was about to grab the little beggar, but at this moment -
Two streams of spiritual energy quickly condensed into palms, whistling over and slapping the two men in the face.
"ah!"
"ah!"
The slap was so powerful that the two men screamed at the same time, vomited blood, and flew backwards. They fell to the ground with two thuds and were unable to get up for a long time.
A young man in a grey robe, dressed like a casual cultivator, walked into the ruined temple. Looking at the two people lying on the ground, he snorted coldly, "Bullying the weak, you deserve a beating!"
Behind him, another young man with long eyebrows followed in with a helpless look on his face, "Junior brother, your eagerness to help others will only lead to trouble sooner or later."
The little beggar stared blankly at the two young men, then suddenly his eyes lit up: "Immortal? Are you immortals too?"
"Too?"
The gray-robed youth caught the key words and, without bothering to say anything more to his senior brother, stepped forward and asked, "Little brother, from what you said, could it be that you have seen other immortals not long ago?"
The little beggar clutched his chest, his face hesitant for a moment, then quickly became resolute. He gritted his teeth and said, "The two immortals are willing to rescue me. They must be good people just like the immortals I met a few days ago. I've told you all that."
As he spoke, the little beggar took out a jade token from his bosom and handed it to the young man in gray robe, "This was given to me by the immortals a few days ago.
They seemed to have fallen into that well and couldn't get out, so they gave me this token and told me to go to the big city and ask for help from someone from some sect."
At this point, the little beggar looked ashamed and said, "The voice was too soft, I didn't hear the exact location clearly, so I never looked for it."
"Stuck in a well?"
The gray-robed young man looked a little stern. He took the jade token and looked at it for a moment, but he couldn't recognize its origin. He could only throw it to the long-browed young man, "Brother, take a look."
"Looks familiar."
The young man with long eyebrows frowned. "There's a sword-shaped mark on this jade token. Wan What Sect... Could it be the Wanmai Sword Sect?"
"The Myriad Veins Sword Sect, one of the three dominant sects?"
The gray-robed young man was shocked. "Impossible? This is the territory of the Wuji Immortal Sect. Why would someone from the Myriad Veins Sword Sect come all this way here?"
"The secrets between these dominant sects are too far away from us. I am just guessing."
The young man with long eyebrows shook his head, then turned to look outside the dilapidated temple and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "I wonder what the other Taoist friend thinks?"
"Another fellow Taoist?"
The gray-robed young man looked surprised as he looked at the cold and aloof woman who walked in from the door. A flash of amazement flashed in his eyes, "Brother, is she also a cultivator?"
The long-browed young man rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Can you use your brain? You didn't even run away when you attacked. How could you be a mortal?"
The gray-robed young man scratched his head, feeling a little aggrieved. "Brother, please don't always call me stupid. I just didn't understand it for a moment."
The young man with long eyebrows didn't bother to pay attention to his junior brother's excuses. He took a step forward, bowed and smiled: "I am Yan Feipeng from Shengyang Sect, and this is my junior brother from the same sect, Lin Qi."
"So it's Fellow Daoist Yan and Fellow Daoist Lin."
Xiang Sheng smiled calmly, "My name is Chen Xiang, a casual cultivator who has traveled here."
"Fellow Daoist is actually a casual cultivator?"
Lin Qi looked surprised, then smiled and said, "My brother and I have met many independent cultivators since we went out, but this is the first time we have met a female independent cultivator."
Yan Feipeng immediately glared at Lin Qi, then smiled bitterly and said, "My junior brother is young and inexperienced, and speaks without restraint. I hope you will forgive me."
"No problem."
Xiang Sheng smiled and said, "Can you show me the jade token?"
"this……"
Yan Feipeng glanced back at the little beggar, and seeing that he had no objection, he handed over the jade token and said:
"This item should be the identity token of a disciple from a certain sect. Unfortunately, my two brothers and I are not from high-ranking families, so we cannot tell its origin.
Since you are a free cultivator, you are knowledgeable and experienced, so you might be able to recognize it."
Xiang Sheng nodded slightly, took the jade token, and felt the coolness coming from the surface of the jade token, and his eyes narrowed.
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