Chapter 388 Mental Damage



The spirit boat was traveling in the air. As time passed, the sky gradually darkened, and Yun Zheng and his group entered a nearby town.

Xiancheng is under the jurisdiction of Lingtiao Sect, another one of the Eighteen-Rank Sects.

Before getting off the spirit boat, Elder Liang pleaded, "Little Ancestor, now is an emergency. You can't let others know your identity, otherwise they might harm you."

"Please put this on first."

As he spoke, he took out a white veil from the storage space.

Yun Zheng lowered her eyes to look at the veil he handed over, then raised her eyes and saw Elder Liang's eager and expectant expression. She still reached out and took the veil.

After putting on the veil, only her pair of dark and cold eyes were revealed, and she was also wearing the white robe of a disciple of the Five Elements Spiritual Sect, which made her temperament look particularly cold and elegant.

Qin Anyan and Duanmu Yu also wore white veils.

The three women in the group all wore veils, which could conceal their identities and reduce unnecessary trouble on the road.

When they entered Xiancheng, they did not attract much attention, perhaps because there were too many disciples from the sect passing by in the past.

The local people are used to the hurried coming and going of the teams.

After entering the inn.

Elder Liang walked in front and said to the shopkeeper, "We want five guest rooms."

The shopkeeper raised his eyes and took a quick look at them. He found that their cultivation was not very high, and they were wearing the sect uniforms, obviously from the Five Elements Spiritual Sect next door.

The relationship between Lingtiao Sect and Wuxing Ling Sect is average, or it can be said that there is a gap between them.

Because everyone is competing for resources in this area.

The innkeeper calmed down, looked at Elder Liang with a smile, and asked, "We only have four rooms in the inn now. Do you want one or not?"

Upon hearing this, Elder Liang immediately turned around and looked at Yun Zheng, and saw Yun Zheng nodded slightly.

Elder Liang nodded instantly and replied, "We want it."

"Then pay 400 Lingyu."

"What?!" Elder Liang's eyes widened when he heard this.

Four hundred spiritual jades? !

Shouldn't a room in an ordinary inn only cost ten spirit jades?

Why has it increased tenfold now!

Xie Mingchen couldn't help but frown and said unhappily, "Your inn is blatantly cheating people! Why would a single guest room need so many spiritual jades?"

"That's right, this is a shady shop." Duanmu Yu's face under the veil was slightly puffed with anger.

Baili Yuchen said angrily, "Your inn is doing business this way, you are deliberately targeting me!"

Mo Jing and Yan Chen looked at each other and seemed to have some understanding of the situation.

They looked at the girl's back in tacit understanding, waiting for her instructions on what to do.

At this moment, an arrogant voice came from outside the inn door, "If you don't have money, get out."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of young men in blue and white robes walking into the inn. The man in the lead was handsome and tall. He raised his eyebrows with a bit of contempt and arrogance.

The man sneered, "Have you Five Elements Spiritual Sect become so poor that you can't afford to stay in an inn?"

"Ouyang Yuan!" Xie Mingchen frowned.

He is the son of the leader of Lingtiao Sect, and is also an extremely arrogant and difficult person.

"Xie Mingchen, I heard that you have been serving that delicate and weak little ancestor in the Five Elements Spiritual Sect recently. How is it? Does it feel very frustrating to serve an inferior person?" Ouyang Yuan grinned, his tone sounding mocking and sarcastic.

"A lowly person brought over from Dongzhou deserves such humble treatment from your sect. I have to say, your sect leader must have been hit in the head several times."

The implication is that their leader is stupid and foolish.

Duanmu Yu's face flushed red with anger when she heard this. She gritted her teeth and retorted, "You...our Sect Master didn't..."

At this time, the young man next to Ouyang Yuan spoke up, his tone slightly surprised, "So it's you, Duanmu Yu, the little stutterer."

"Hahaha..." The team of young disciples dressed in blue and white clothes immediately looked up and laughed.

When Duanmu Yu heard the words "little stutterer", his eyes turned red.

Qin Anyan's eyes flickered slightly, and she felt inexplicably happy in her heart. Usually in the sect, the senior brothers all protected Duanmu Yu, and she had long disliked Duanmu Yu.

The young man next to Ouyang Yuan mocked him again, "Little stutterer, has your father done too many dirty things? That's why you stutter when you're nervous, and can't speak clearly, hahahaha..."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, "Mo Jing."

Everyone: “…” What does that mean?

When Mo Jing heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded immediately.

Then he walked over and stopped two meters away from Ouyang Yuan, looking at Ouyang Yuan face to face.

Ouyang Yuan looked at the handsome young man in front of him and frowned unhappily.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to belittle him, he was hit by a heavy punch in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Looking for a fight!"

The young man stepped heavily on Ouyang Yuan's chest, and Ouyang Yuan immediately arched his body in pain.

"Yan Chen." Yun Zheng called again.

The man in the light purple brocade robe walked out slowly, then he raised his hand and a burst of white powder fell down.

At this moment, a hurricane came out from Yun Zheng's palm.

The powder instantly fell in the direction of the group of Lingtiao Sect disciples.

"There's an ambush!" A disciple of Lingtiao Sect exclaimed, then gathered his spiritual power to counterattack.

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