Thanks to Zhuang Yaoqing's wealth and influence, the two actually got along quite well.
That night, a group of people passed by their camp where they were resting.
Jiang Wuyuan had already sensed their presence, but he did not take any action.
As long as this group of people doesn't provoke him, he can let them leave safely.
However, reality was not as peaceful as he had imagined.
"Boss, what's with this strange building here?"
"How would I know if you ask me?" The man called 'boss' rolled his eyes while also examining the strangely shaped building.
Perhaps it could be called a house?
The subordinate was a little resentful because the leader had glared at him, but of course he couldn't vent his resentment on the leader. So he turned his gaze to the figure that was tightly bound and carried on someone else's shoulder: "Hey, idiot, look at what that is."
There's a saying among people on the mainland: "Nothing in the world can escape the eyes of the Tianji Sect."
The young man in Taoist robes who was kidnapped by them was a member of the Tianji Sect.
A treasure has arrived; who wouldn't want it?
With the help of the Tianji Sect members, their chances of obtaining the treasure would be much greater.
However, Xunwu seemed not to have heard the man's command, and didn't even open her eyes.
"You!" His subordinate, dissatisfied with his attitude, became even angrier.
However, before he could say anything more, he was interrupted by the leader: "Shut up!"
The subordinate had no choice but to remain silent.
"Whatever it is, destroy it." This thing always gave him an uneasy feeling, and cultivators always trusted their intuition.
Upon hearing this, the people following behind immediately swarmed forward, each displaying their unique abilities.
In an instant, swords flashed and daggers appeared, and someone even swung a hammer at the wall of the ever-changing tent.
Before the attack could land...
The next second, an extremely narrow spatial rift slowly unfolded in front of everyone.
"Oh no! Retreat quickly!"
However, it was too late. Two of the men in black, unable to stop their attack, fell into the gap and were instantly pulverized along with their blood.
Those who narrowly escaped the attack felt a chill run down their spines upon witnessing this scene.
The leader narrowed his eyes: "Who are you? Please come out and show yourself."
"You don't need to know." Jiang Wuyuan closed the gap and leaped out of the tent, the half-mask on his face gleaming with an astonishingly cold light in the night.
"Get out of the way!" The leader waved his hand to signal his subordinates not to go to their deaths, gritted his teeth, and turned to meet them.
Jiang Wuyuan naturally wouldn't let him have his way.
Under his control, the three flying swords sped past close to the ground, their chilling sword intent an unstoppable sharpness.
hiss hiss hiss—
In the blink of an eye, the three perished.
At such close range, the leader could already sense Jiang Wuyuan's presence.
It was only the early stage of King Wu's reign, yet it put immense pressure on him, who was in the late stage of King Wu's reign.
What kind of monster is this person? Is he hiding his true cultivation level? Or is he truly a prodigy?
For a moment, he felt the urge to back out.
But it was too late.
Jiang Wuyuan neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his sword and swung it.
In the intense darkness, the golden light shone exceptionally brightly.
boom--
The corpse, torn to pieces by the sword intent, flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.
After Jiang Wuyuan put the three flying swords that had returned from afar into his sword box, no one else was standing within a kilometer radius except for him.
One person was left alive, apparently kidnapped.
Since that's the case, it's fine to let them go.
Jiang Wuyuan walked over and was about to use his sword to cut the ropes binding the young man.
"Hey, hey, Jiang, don't cut it! Don't cut it!" Zhuang Yaoqing, who had been watching the battle from inside the tent, rushed out and quickly stopped Jiang Wuyuan from destroying the treasure. "Don't cut this rope, it's a good thing."
As he spoke, he squatted down and examined it closely: "This is a prop; the cultivation of the person who is bound will be sealed."
Judging from the wear and tear, it should be usable a few more times.
Jiang Wuyuan held the sword hilt and slung it behind his back: "If it's useful to you, you can take it."
Compared to this method that relies on props, Jiang Wuyuan prefers to directly destroy a person's meridians, thereby physically sealing their cultivation.
Zhuang Yaoqing didn't stand on ceremony with him and carefully took the rope off.
This treasure originally belonged to someone, but since that person is dead, it has naturally become ownerless.
"I guess you need an incantation to use it. I'll go check if those people have any spatial rings or anything like that." After studying the corpses for a while, Zhuang Yaoqing headed straight for them.
On the ground, Xunwu moved his aching hands and feet, looked up at the young man who had saved him, stood up and cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for saving me, Young Master Jiang. I have no way to repay you."
Jiang Wuyuan was taken aback by the strange address, but then he realized what it meant.
This person probably thinks that "Jiang" is his name.
Jiang Wuyuan was too lazy to explain, so he simply said, "Just call me by my surname."
"Yes, Young Master Jiang." After exchanging a few words, Xunwu's cultivation had almost fully recovered.
Jiang Wuyuan keenly sensed the aura that the young man had concealed so well.
Peak Grandmaster level.
How could someone with such high cultivation be kidnapped by a bunch of nobodies who don't even have a Grandmaster level?
However, Xunwu was clearly unaware that there was anything wrong with his experience: "My name is Xunwu, I come from the Daowen Peak of the Tianji Sect, and I am a personal disciple of the Peak Master."
Young Master Jiang saved my life this time, and I will remember it forever and repay you.
By the way, Young Master Jiang, are you and your friend here in search of that treasure?
Jiang Wuyuan didn't want to say more to him, after all, it was just a casual rescue.
Moreover, it's just a secret realm, what need is there for repayment? In a year, they will be separated by life and death, never to meet again. So they immediately wanted to make people leave as soon as possible.
If this person has any bad intentions and his cultivation level is so high, it would be really difficult to manage him with a burden like this.
"Huh? How did you know?" Zhuang Yaoqing, carrying several spatial rings, ran back excitedly from afar. "You came here for that treasure too?"
Jiang Wuyuan closed his eyes helplessly.
He now really wants to learn a sword technique that can make people lose their voice.
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