The Outer Sect Spirit Farmers around, seeing this, had fear on their faces. Those who had just been chanting slogans with the Loose Cultivators saw that things were going badly and hastily left.
"Everyone, do not resort to violence, it would change the nature of our visit. Let him kill, can he finish us all off? As cultivators, why should we fear death." A Loose Cultivator shouted loudly, but the next moment, his head was severed by a sword.
Many Loose Cultivators on the scene were terrified and fled in all directions, while others persisted in chanting their slogans.
At this moment, a golden light flew over from the Inner Sect of Liu Yun. Seeing this, the Loose Cultivators in front immediately knelt down, pooling all their spiritual power and shouting loudly: "Seniors of Liu Yun Sect, help us, save us."
Those Loose Cultivators who were running away also involuntarily knelt down, shouting towards the heavens.
The voice of a single Loose Cultivator is very small, but the combined shouts of hundreds of them could pierce the heavens.
Seeing the golden light, Lin Yi's face changed slightly. Sure enough, these Loose Cultivators had successfully found their information. He just did not know which senior this person was from the Liu Yun Sect.
A man riding a sword in the sky faintly heard the shouting from below, he listened intently and frowned lightly. He slowly landed on the golden flying sword, arriving at the Liu Yun Sect's main gate.
Seeing the man descending from the sky and the incredibly conspicuous golden flying sword, Chen Qi Feng's face changed drastically. He quickly clasped his fists and bowed, "Elder Chen Qi Feng from Sinong Palace bows before you, Master Uncle of Golden Sword."
The deacon next to Sinong Palace, manager of the Outer Sect Spiritual Field, and many other Spirit Farmers all looked tense, quickly clapping their hands and saluting, "Greetings, Golden Sword Zen Ren."
"Greetings to Golden Sword Zen Ren, thank you for saving us." Many Loose Cultivators showed joy on their faces, kneeling on the floor and bowing deeply. Some cultivators even started crying. This was a Golden Core Real Person, they were saved now.
Liu Yun Sect is a large sect with tens of thousands of Qi refining disciples and hundreds of Foundation Establishment disciples. But there were only over a dozen Golden Core Stage Real People. This showed how difficult cultivation was and also represented the importance of a Golden Core Stage Real Person.
Lin Yi was a bit surprised, it was actually Golden Sword Zen Ren. He remembered Li Yuan Qing, who often sold beast meat in the small market and temporarily gave Zhi Ling to him, was a disciple under Golden Sword Zen Ren.
He had originally planned to go to Qing Yun City to sell talisman today and then go to the small market to repay the money. But these Loose Cultivators made their move today, and they got the information about Golden Sword Zen Ren's outing today.
It is said that this Golden Sword Zen Ren is serious and unsmiling, extremely strict with his disciples. If the rumors are true, these respectable Loose Cultivators really have hope.
Golden Sword Zen Ren looked at the corpses of the Loose Cultivators below, his eyebrows tightly knitted, and asked, "You all get up, what happened here?"
Elder Chen Qi Feng of Sinong Palace quickly spoke up, "Master Uncle Golden Sword..."
Golden Sword Zen Ren said expressionlessly, "I didn't ask you, you go on."
One of the middle-aged Loose Cultivators clasped his fists and said, "Real Person, we are Loose Cultivators from all over. We admire the Liu Yun Sect deeply and dream of joining. When we learned that Liu Yun Sect periodically picks lots for Loose Cultivators to join Outer Sect farming, we were even more attracted to Liu Yun Sect and hurried over…"
"But Sinong Palace has turned the lot drawing into a business. It used to be forty spirit stones to join the Outer Sect to farm, but a few days ago, the price doubled to eighty spirit stones."
"Where do we, Loose Cultivators, get so many spirit stones? So, we decided to come to Liu Yun Sect and implore the seniors to stand up for us. But this Elder of Sinong Palace treated us like lambs to the slaughter..."
Upon hearing the Loose Cultivator's words, Chen Qi Feng's face changed drastically, "Stop, Master Uncle Golden Sword, they're lying, they clearly attacked the gate..."
But before he could finish, Golden Sword Zen Ren flicked his finger, and a powerful force threw him off. Then a golden sword appeared in front of his eyes.
After listening to the explanation of several Loose Cultivators, Golden Sword Zen Ren nodded slightly, "I now understand what you're saying. I will report this to the Sect Master and see that justice is done. The people who have been killed will stay here for now. My sect's disciples will take care of them. When the truth is clear, they will be buried. What do you all think?"
"We are willing to believe in Real Person, thank you for saving our lives." A few Loose Cultivators were the first to clasp their fists and spoke. Afterwards, all of the Loose Cultivators echoed their sentiments. A Golden Core Real Person, especially the upright Golden Sword Zen Ren, would naturally not deceive them.
"Chen Qi Feng, since you have killed people, come with me to see the Sect Master." Golden Sword Zen Ren looked at Chen Qi Feng and spoke lightly.
With a shift of his thoughts, a golden rope appeared out of thin air, binding Chen Qi Feng completely. Then, a golden sword soared into the sky. Bound by the golden rope, Chen Qi Feng was dragged behind the flying sword, headed towards the inner gate of Liu Yun Sect.
"Seeing off Elder Gold Sword." The various Loose Cultivators and disciples of Liu Yun Sect all bowed their fists and spoke.
Some Loose Cultivators chose to leave, while others decided to wait there, tidying up the bodies of their fellows who were killed by Chen Qi Feng.
After a while, a few sword lights flew from within the Liu Yun Sect. Upon landing, they revealed a group of inner sect disciples clad in splendid robes who used spells to freeze and preserve all the slain bodies.
A sense of envy appeared on the faces of everyone present. Being an inner sect disciple was the dream of these Loose Cultivators and outer sect disciples.
The stewards of Sinong Palace and the managers of the spiritual fields exchanged glances, their faces heavy with concern.
Gold Sword Zen Ren was renowned for his sternly upright manner. His golden sword was unparalleled within Liu Yun Sect, and he was nearly the most powerful Golden Core cultivator in the Sect.
"Tsk tsk, these Loose Cultivators really picked a good time. Luckily, Zen Ren of the Golden Sword just happened to be leaving. Otherwise, who knows how many people would have died," Old Huang said from a slope near the mountain gate, sighing.
"Indeed, but many people died nonetheless. They were all respectable." Lin Yi nodded and added that the ones who came to preserve the bodies should be disciples of the Zen Ren of the Golden Sword. But Li Yuan Qing was not among them.
Old Huang agreed with deep empathy, "Absolutely, all respectable people. When I joined the Liu Yun Sect, it was by drawing lots. Much fairer than bribing with spirit stones. Now that Zen Ren of the Golden Sword has taken action, he will surely see things through to the end. Let's go, there will probably be no more excitement."
"Old Huang, you go back first. I need to make a trip to Qing Yun City." Lin Yi spoke, he still needed to sell these fifty talisman templates and then purchase materials.
After parting, he activated a Swift Movement Talisman and headed towards Qing Yun City. On the way, he checked his fury; it had already reached 30 points. Watching those Loose Cultivators being brutally killed just now had increased his fury by 15 points.
Upon arriving in Qing Yun City, he sold fifty Fireball Amulets to a shop and received over forty spirit stones in return, making a profit of more than twenty stones. He then bought some fire attribute materials and quickly returned to Liu Yun Sect, heading to the minor market.
At the minor market, he did not see Li Yuan Qing. He did not mind it much. This senior brother of his set up his stall whenever it suited him. It wasn't too late to give it to him when they next met.
Just as he returned to the spiritual field planting district, he saw Old Huang coming from a distance, a broad smile on his face, "Old Huang, what happened? I have never seen you so pleased," Lin Yi asked curiously.
"Ha-ha-ha, while you were out, Zhang Yuan Cheng called us over and warned us not to talk too much or we would suffer. From the looks of it, he's probably panicked." Old Huang's laughter was contagious.
"Old Huang, Manager Zhang is coming this way, he might be here to warn me." Lin Yi noticed Zhang Yuan Cheng's figure in the distance and warned.
Old Huang turned around and, as expected, he saw Zhang Yuan Cheng's figure. The man was met with a chorus of barks from the dogs of the Spirit Farmer families.
Many Spirit Farmers had to lock their dogs inside because they were afraid Zhang Yuan Cheng would kill them.
Zhang Yuan Cheng quickly reached Lin Yi's side and glared at him with a gloomy look, "Number 38 in Brown category, why didn't you come when the bell rang?"
"Woof woof woof..." At that moment, a burst of barking sounded from the neighbor's two big dogs, who seemingly sensed Zhang Yuan Cheng's presence and barked fiercely.
"Lv Qing Ming, control your dogs. If they bark again, I'll have them experience Qing Ming," Zhang Yuan Cheng said angrily, and shortly after, the barking quietened down.
"Manager Zhang, I went to Qing Yun City and didn't hear the bell." Lin Yi replied with a smile.
"Okay, then let me repeat it for you. It's best to keep your mouth shut if someone asks anything, to avoid bringing troubles. Even if the sect is to blame, it won't vent its anger on us, the managers. Understand?" Zhang Yuan Cheng emphasized each word.
"Understood, I don't know anything." Lin Yi responded with a smile. He wasn't ready to conflict with this man yet. After all, small forbearances eventually lead to great plans.
A satisfied expression appeared on Zhang Yuan Cheng's face. "Very good." And with that, he left.