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Furrowing his brow, it seemed that he could no longer cultivate on the bed and had to sit in a chair instead.
Thus, Yun Fan settled into a cross-legged position and began to absorb the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to enhance his cultivation. Despite the long journey over the past half month, Yun Fan practiced every day, either absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to increase his cultivation or comprehending the Sword Intent Manual to deepen his understanding of Sword Intent. His strength had indeed improved significantly.
In the backyard of the inn, several burly men were inside a room, feasting on meat and drinking heartily, appearing quite merry. However, within the room lay several bloodied corpses, clearly not dead for long.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a frail waiter slowly walked in. With a cold smile on his face, he addressed the leader of the group, Scarface.
"Big Brother, just now two fat sheep arrived at the inn. They even have Storage Rings and are spending lavishly—three thousand spirit stones without any negotiation. If we take them down, we could make a hefty profit."
Upon hearing this, Scarred Man's breath quickened, and a greedy look crossed his face. He knew that Storage Rings were expensive items; even an ordinary one could sell for tens of thousands of spirit stones. It seemed these two were indeed prime targets that could not be let go.
However, feeling somewhat cautious, he pondered for a moment before asking, "Do you know their strength?"
The Weak Innkeeper shook his head but confidently replied, "Big Brother, don’t worry. These two are not very impressive; they are just over twenty years old. Even if they are Heavenly Talents, their cultivation is only at the True Essence Realm. Our strengths should easily allow us to take them down."
Scarred Man nodded upon hearing this. At just over twenty years old, their strength couldn't be too formidable. As a fourth layer of Xuan Yuan Realm practitioner himself, he was confident he could defeat them.
However, for safety's sake, he decided to employ some underhanded tactics. His voice turned grim as he spoke slowly, "As usual, wait until midnight to release Mi Xiang to put them to sleep. Then we’ll rush in and take them out while searching for all their belongings."
The other men around him nodded in agreement, their faces revealing excitement and greed. They were already quite familiar with such activities; over this period alone, they had continuously taken down dozens of people, including many fat sheep that had filled their pockets.
In the dead of night, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, casting an eerie silence over the tranquil night sky.
Yun Fan sat cross-legged on the chair, deep in meditation, when he suddenly sensed some movement outside the door. His brows slightly furrowed.
Though the footsteps were light, they could not escape Yun Fan's perception; someone was approaching. Instantly, he snapped out of his meditative state, a sense of vigilance rising within him. It was deep into the night, and yet someone had come—clearly not with good intentions.
Suddenly, a hole appeared in the window, and a wooden pipe extended inside, releasing a thick cloud of smoke that slowly wafted through the air. Yun Fan's nose twitched as he caught a whiff of the scent that seemed to suppress his cultivation. He quickly mobilized his internal spiritual energy, holding his breath to disperse the encroaching odor.
Moments later, several footsteps echoed again, accompanied by hurried breaths. The door was gently pushed open. A few burly men peered into the dimly lit room and were taken aback to find Yun Fan standing quietly in front of them. Their hearts tightened, and expressions of surprise crossed their faces.
The Weak Innkeeper exclaimed in astonishment, "You brat! You weren't knocked out!"
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