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The voice was cold, and the tone was heavy. The speaker was a disheveled Young Monk, appearing to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with an utterly ordinary appearance—someone who would hardly stand out in a crowd.
"I didn't expect the summoner this time to be such a greenhorn."
The Young Monk seemed oblivious to the murderous gaze of the Second Ancestor, continuing to speak with ease.
"Too weak, too weak. This summoner is quite the oddity. Young man, you didn’t find that token in some cave, did you? How about this: why not sell it to me for a price?"
The Young Monk's incessant chatter was unbearable for Zuo Dao, but from his words, it was clear that this Cultivator seemed to know the origins of the token in his hand. Moreover, the mention of this so-called summoner piqued Zuo Dao's interest.
He subtly hinted for the Second Ancestor to calm down and focused on the Young Monk.
"You think I’d just sell it to you? There are great secrets tied to this token; how could I possibly part with it so easily?"
"Great secrets?" The Young Monk glanced nervously at the Second Ancestor. If it weren't for these two standing beside Zuo Dao, he might have even considered snatching it away.
"Friend, one must be reasonable. Just because I want to sell it doesn’t mean you can raise the price on a whim. What great secret could a broken token possibly hold?"
"This big brother," Zuo Dao interjected sincerely, "if you think it's just a broken token, then why do you want to buy it?"
"Well, I thought it looked nice," the Young Monk replied. "Besides, you two just did something you shouldn’t have done. What am I supposed to do now? If I shout, Guardians will be here in no time."
Ah, so when direct persuasion fails, he’s resorting to underhanded tactics.
"This?..." Zuo Dao feigned hesitation and concern.
"Brother, I just picked up this token casually; it's not that I can't sell it. I'm just curious, why do you insist on buying this particular token?"
"Oh, once you sell it to me, I'll tell you," the Young Monk thought to himself, feeling pleased. He had guessed correctly; the token was indeed picked up by that boy. He was holding the Wudao Order, and he could tell that the boy was just a beginner Cultivator.
"Alright then, what price are you willing to offer?" Zuo Dao asked, simultaneously signaling Second Ancestor to be ready to act at any moment.
"My friend, I didn't bring many spirit stones with me this time. Would a thousand be acceptable?" The Young Monk appeared somewhat embarrassed. He considered himself a person of some stature, yet here he was trying to deceive someone for a token. However, the allure of that item was too strong; just thinking about flaunting it in front of others made him unable to suppress his smile. Still, he had to hold back and not let the other party see through him.
Seeing the Young Monk's somewhat twisted smile made Zuo Dao shiver slightly. He hesitated before speaking.
"A thousand... That's hard for us three to split."
The first part of Zuo Dao's statement changed the Young Monk's expression. He only had that much spirit stone on him; could it be that this guy was trying to take advantage? But when he heard the second part, he relaxed.
"In that case, let me take another magical artifact from you. Although it's not much of a treasure, it seems like it would suffice for you three," the Young Monk said generously as he pulled out another magical artifact.
Zuo Dao took one look and nearly cursed aloud. What kind of artifact was this? It was a broken sword that no one would even pick up if thrown aside on the street.
Noticing Zuo Dao's expression, the Young Monk hurriedly added, "It may look ugly, but it's practical." Then he channeled his Spirit Energy, causing the shabby sword to emit a bright red glow.
"This sword is worth at least two hundred spirit stones; that way, there will be enough for all three of you."
"Alright, deal. Cash on delivery," the Young Monk said without lying. Zuo Dao took the broken sword and examined it in his hands. The sword's quality wasn't bad; with some refinement, it could yield good materials.
Realizing that he still didn't have a reliable magical tool, he thought it was time to address this issue. He couldn't always rely on bare-handed combat! With two Ancient Ancestor-level figures by his side, crafting a few magical artifacts should be quite simple. After all, as the saying goes, why not take advantage of what’s available? He selectively forgot that he was quite skilled himself.
After receiving the money and items, Zuo Dao casually tossed the sign to the Young Monk. The Second Ancestor had long been prepared, just waiting for the Young Monk to reveal the secret before making his move.
The Young Monk fumbled to catch the Wudao Order and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Now I want to see how those six can compete with me. Haha, thank you, my friend!"
"Don't rush off just yet. Are you really going to buy this sign? You haven't done so yet," Zuo Dao said, blocking the Young Monk who was about to leave.
"Well, it’s nothing much. If the person holding this sign can defeat seven people, then they can capture those seven," the Young Monk replied casually.
"But looking at you, that's impossible. This daunting task can only be completed by me, Feng Yikong."
As his Divine Sense probed into the Wudao Order, his expression changed.
"In that case, you should stay. Don't hurt him; he will be just like you in the future!" With that, Zuo Dao swiftly retreated far away.
Although he wasn't afraid of fighting, being accidentally hit by stray bullets was certainly unpleasant.
Upon hearing this, the Second Ancestor's imposing aura suddenly retracted. The Young Monk named Feng Yikong felt something was off when Zuo Dao spoke and realized that the Wudao Order had been tampered with. Just as he was preparing to make a run for it, he felt two unmatched auras pressing down on him fiercely, causing him to stumble.
"Damn it," Feng Yikong couldn't help but curse before resolutely stating, "You don't need to act; I'll handle this myself."
Before the words had even left his mouth, he had already sealed his own cultivation. The speed of his actions caused Zuo Dao and the others to glance sideways, while the Second Ancestor was utterly bewildered.
"What are you staring at? Have you never seen someone seal their cultivation so stylishly?"
"No, I've seen people destroy their cultivation, but this is the first time I've seen someone seal it like you." Fire Rush suddenly found this Young Monk a bit adorable.
"Young Master, his speed is not any slower than yours!"
Zuo Dao shrugged, indicating that it didn't matter to him.
"My friend, you're quite cunning, aren't you? You're the Zuo Dao from Mount Hua Immortal Gate, right? And these two must be Senior Yao Ming and Senior Fire Rush?" Feng Yikong approached Zuo Dao with a grin.
"Bingo, you got it right!" Zuo Dao snapped his fingers.
"Now you're my captive. As a captive, you should have the awareness of one. Spill everything you know."
"I knew it would come to this. Damn it, it's all because of that Wudao Order. How could something like this just be picked up by anyone?" Feng Yikong grumbled as he revealed information about the Wudao Order.
"If I had known that this Wudao Order had already recognized you as its master, I wouldn't have rushed to hide from you and ended up delivering myself right to your doorstep!" After finishing everything, Feng Yikong said resentfully.
"No way! I can't be the only one suffering; those six must accompany me in my misfortune."
Listening to Feng Yikong's words, Zuo Dao felt speechless and deeply sympathized with those six people. This was a classic case of "bad luck with people."
"Alright, stop pretending. Restore your cultivation already. I truly feel sorry for your six brothers." Zuo Dao could no longer bear to watch.
Feng Yikong was caught off guard by a smile from Zuo Dao's Shan Shan. He didn't see any immediate action, but he heard a few faint sounds from within himself, and his cultivation was restored.
"It seems I can't stay in Phoenix City any longer. It won't be long before someone comes looking for me. Let's go, and we'll talk about your matters on the way," Zuo Dao said before turning to leave.
Watching Zuo Dao's retreating figure, Feng Yikong couldn't help but chuckle at himself.
"I really wonder if the other six disciples will laugh their heads off when they realize they walked right into this." The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped himself hard across the face. "Damn it, Feng Yikong! You let greed get the better of you, and now you've lost everything."
After hitting himself, he regretted it. However, seeing Zuo Dao almost disappearing from view, he hurriedly followed.
Zuo Dao observed everything happening behind him and felt Feng Yikong catching up. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"I didn't expect the old man still had this up his sleeve! Seven Unruly Disciples—sounds like quite an impressive title." As he touched the Wudao Order in his hand, Zuo Dao felt deeply the concern that Drunken Old Man had for him.
"Old man, I will come back to see you."
Gazing towards the Immortal Sect, Zuo Dao took a deep breath and turned to continue his journey.
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