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Chapter 68 Tea Party

When I returned to Walang Town again, it had changed its appearance again.

There were more people, but the place became extremely chaotic. Houses collapsed, beams broke, and the walls were blackened. It seemed that a big fire had engulfed the place.

On the landmark gate outside with the words "Walang Town" hung on it, there were three human heads hanging. They seemed to have been pulled out forcibly, with their throats floating in the wind. The blood had long turned black, attracting many flies.

Chen Lang took off his mask again, revealing his true face. He originally wanted to disguise himself and find an identity to sneak in, but he found that the management of Pingtian Sect was extremely chaotic, and there was not even a single guard.

There were only a few alchemists gathered around a burning house, watching the excitement, talking and laughing. There were also a few monks sitting in the mountains and forests, practicing with their eyes closed.

So, he just walked in. He had an escaping talisman anyway, so if he was discovered, he could be teleported directly back to Yanxi Mine.

After walking around, Chen Lang didn't see any important people, let alone the "Western Leader", so he had no choice but to wait until night.

Finally, with the sound of a gong, a long voice came, "Drink tea~"

As soon as the voice fell, those who were warming themselves by the fire or meditating with their eyes closed all set off and rushed towards the north of the formation.

Chen Lang followed over as well. As luck would have it, they were at the same square again. The bonfire left by the Qingmu Sect monks who had roasted cattle and sheep was still there. Some people had hunted some wild boars down from the mountain, skinned them and roasted them on the fire. Burning underneath were broken tables, chairs and other furniture.

"Don't these people learn their lesson?" Chen Lang thought, he killed them once, and yet they still dare to come.

In front of the square, there are five large mahogany chairs. I don’t know where they came from, but now they are empty and no one is sitting on them.

All the cultivators entered the venue. There were more people than those from Qingmu Sect, more than two hundred in total, but their realms were very diverse, ranging from the fifth level of Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment and above.

There is no uniform standard for their dress, and they look like a large gathering of casual practitioners. If you didn't know it in advance, you wouldn't even be able to tell that they are a group of evil alchemists.

After arriving, they gathered in groups of three or four, while some sat alone. They didn't communicate much with each other and kept a visibly distanced distance.

This made it much more convenient for Chen Lang. He found a place to sit down and waited for the real person to come.

Soon, a monk in black came, followed by a man holding a large red box covered with a curtain.

As soon as the black-robed monk arrived, all the whispers stopped, and the alchemists stared at the big red box with burning eyes.

The black-robed monk did not sit down either. He stood in front of everyone and said in a calm tone:
"The leader is on his way. I won't keep you waiting. Have some tea first."

He waved his hand and several people came behind him, bringing a large hot water bucket and hundreds of small bowls from somewhere, poured boiling water into them, and distributed a bowl to everyone.

Chen Lang also received a bowl. The tea was brown in color and slightly bitter. It was not human blood or anything like that, so it didn't feel perverted enough.

After everyone finished drinking, the black-robed monk slowly said:
"This time on Daling Mountain, we got a total of more than 12 spirit stones, as well as some elixirs and herbs. The leader said that since you fought powerfully and made great contributions, he would not take a cent. These are all yours."

This made many cultivators breathe rapidly. 12 spirit stones, if they were distributed among them alone, each person would get an average of to spirit stones. This was by no means a small number. For some small families in the mortal world, it would be nearly a year's income.

"I won't say anything else. You guys don't want to hear it, so let's just start distributing the rewards."

The black-robed monk waved his hand, and his followers came over carrying the much-anticipated big red box. He opened the box and revealed a square crystal cabinet. Inside the cabinet were many small bamboo sticks, only the size of a thumb, with words faintly written on them.

"There may be spiritual stones or spiritual herbs on the sticks. It doesn't matter if there are more or less. You can grab them based on your luck." The black-robed monk said calmly, "Life is all about luck."

As he spoke, a handful of bamboo sticks were thrown towards the crowd.

Wow!

Many alchemists rushed forward and began to fight for it. Some people got so angry that they even started fighting. "Don't fight, don't make a fuss. If you want to use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to make a contribution to the Queen, you can tell me directly."

After the man in black said this, the monks who were fighting for the things became much more restrained, but there were still some who quietly made a move and used their magical powers to hook some bamboo sticks from other people's hands.

Chen Lang also grabbed two pieces, one with "200 Spiritual Stones" written on it, and the other with "One Blood Lotus Seed" written on it.

Wow.

Another handful of bamboo sticks fell down.

"Take it, take it all. Mine guards, sect disciples, open your eyes and see, this is how money is earned."

The man in black was scattering bamboo sticks while he kept on muttering, "A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit."

The monks became more and more crazy as they fought, some of them got so angry that they started fighting and blood was drawn.

There were also some monks with lower cultivation bases, whose methods were rather ruthless. After a fierce fight, there were several corpses on the ground.

The attendant behind the man in black saw this and wanted to stop him, but he waved his hand and smiled faintly:
"Forget it, let them fight for it. Only the strong have the right to survive. This is an eternal truth. They are all loyal believers who are following the doctrine.

After the robbery is over, remember to call all your brothers and friends who are guards in the mines and disciples in the sect, and let them open their eyes and see whether it is better for them to be dogs for others, eat leftover bones, work hard for others, and earn a little money, or to fight and conquer with their own skills in Pingtian Sect and make a lot of money. "

The scene was in complete chaos.

The alchemists fought each other lightly, of course, they knew their limits and could not really use their magical powers to massacre everyone. The Pingtian Sect still had certain restrictions on internal fighting.

After Chen Lang grabbed some, he stopped, took advantage of the chaos to go around to the back, and threw a few sticks next to the mahogany chair, which immediately caused a rush.

He took the opportunity to run over, took out a talisman that could help one escape underground, injected a wisp of energy into it, and stuck it under the butt of the mahogany chair.

Then, he used the same trick again and covered all five big red chairs with earth-escaping talismans.

After doing all this, Chen Lang stopped. He glanced at the butt of the man in black who was throwing bamboo sticks enthusiastically, and really wanted to stick one on him too, but that was too arrogant, so he gave up.

As for the underground escape talismans, he had no shortage of them. He had not used them in recent missions as they were all used by others. He currently had 9 of them. He used two to deal with Qingmu Zong before and 5 this time, and now he has 2 left.

After a while of fighting, another gong sounded.

"The Western leader has arrived!"

After hearing this, the man in black stopped playing around and waved his hand in boredom, "Pour out all the bamboo sticks."

Wow.

There was another burst of rain falling from the sky. The alchemists were scrambling frantically and wrestling with each other. Their eyes were red and they were screaming and roaring, like a carnival before doomsday.

The man in black retreated quietly. The people fought for a while, and then suddenly the area behind became quiet and made way.

The Western leader is here.

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(End of this chapter)