Eight Desolate Valkyries

Chapter 17
"You are the disciples of Asking Sword Sect!"

Hou Yong stepped forward to see the faces of the three of them clearly, and then said to the horse-faced boy wearing a ghost mask, "I've seen you before, and your name is Marin."

"Hmph." Marin snorted coldly and looked at Luo Cheng full of hatred.

"They're too hateful, kill them." Zhuang Shan held his wound on his abdomen and said with difficulty, but he didn't do anything, but looked at Luo Cheng as a signal.

"Luo Cheng, what do you mean?" Hou Yong and Yu Ling'er also seemed to obey Luo Cheng's orders.

Seeing that the three of them spoke of killing so naturally, Luo Cheng couldn't help but feel surprised in his heart, but he was smart and didn't show it. Instead, he looked at the three disciples of Wenjianmen coldly.

"Don't kill us, we were just confused for a while, and we never thought of killing you." A disciple of Wenjianmen yelled in fright when he saw this.

"Fart, the arrows are coming towards the vitals, and they are wearing masks. Isn't it just acting to kill us?" Hou Yong scolded.

The man was choked and unable to speak.

"You also went hunting in the mountains, right? Give me all your bags." Luo Cheng spoke.

"In the dense forest." Hearing this sentence, the three of them said hurriedly. Compared with their lives, these things are still light.

Luo Cheng nodded, then looked at Hou Yong and the others.

"Luo Cheng, go, you deserve those. Leave it to me, Linger, you heal Zhuang Shan, and I'll take care of them." Hou Yong is a sensible person, Linglong said.

So Luo Cheng walked into the dense forest, and soon found the bag that the three of them put down, opened it, and it was either a monster material or a elixir.

This kind of bag is the same as the Star Gate, it is specially made by the sect with the monster skin of the icy land, so that the temperature of the bag is low, and the flesh and blood can be stored in it, and it will not stink and rot.

The three disciples of Asking Sword Sect gained three or four times what Luo Cheng gained in a month, not counting the blood-striped python of course.

He accepted it unceremoniously, and when he walked out of the dense forest, Zhuang Shan pulled out the crossbow bolt with Yu Linger's help, and quickly stopped the bleeding and bandaged it, while Hou Yong was staring at the three disciples of Wenjianmen who were bleeding.

"I don't care about you, it's up to you whether you live or die." Luo Cheng gave the three of them a cold look, intending to let them fend for themselves.

The three of Hou Yong were not as decisive in killing as they said, and they were obviously relieved when they heard this.

Then they dissected the blood-striped python, and after taking away the most valuable parts, they discussed the next step. Since both Hou Yong and Zhuang Shan had arrow wounds and the toxin still remained in their bodies, they decided to leave the Wanshou Mountain Range and return to the sect.

"Junior brother, thanks to you this time."

On the way, Hou Yong said to Luo Cheng, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, looking at Luo Cheng if he wanted to smile but didn't dare.

The same goes for Yu Linger and Zhuang Shan.

"You can laugh if you want." Luo Cheng wondered, his body was covered with trophies, big and small.One on the back, one on the chest, three on the front and back waist, and one on the thigh, making him look like a big fat man, and he suffered from the weight alone.

"Hahaha."

The three laughed out loud, even Zhuang Shan.

For some reason, Luo Cheng felt very kind.

Walking out of the mountains, Luo Cheng finally got rid of the big and small bags, and tied them all to Qianlixue's horse. This weight was equivalent to nothing for Qianlixue.However, the mounts of Hou Yong and the others were not as good as his, they were all ordinary horses.

"Then I'll take a step first." Luo Cheng said.

The three of them had no objection, and Luo Cheng couldn't be slowed down to accommodate himself, watching Qian Lixue go away with envy in his eyes.

Under Qianlixue's half-day gallop, Luo Cheng could see the outline of Qunxingmen from a distance.

After arriving at the Yingbin Square, he asked a named disciple to lead Qian Lixue back to the stable, then hired two named disciples with money to help with the backpack, and then walked up the mountain.

However, due to the limited physical strength of the registered disciples, they didn't reach the mountainside until Luo Cheng reached the mountain gate.He shook his head, and walked to Baoxing Building first, not afraid that the named disciple would dare to use his brain.

Passing through the roof, many disciples in the door pointed at his clothes. Although they guessed that he came back from the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, seeing him in such a mess and without any companions, could it be that he encountered a fierce battle and his companion died?
Luo Cheng ignored the strange gaze, and stepped up the stairs, but someone behind him called his name with a bad tone.

"Luo Cheng!"

Looking back, I saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy walking quickly behind him, followed by three attendants. They also had bags on their bodies and wore armor. Obviously, they also came back from the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range.

The young man who called Luo Cheng at the head had a good appearance, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a nose like a gall, and a calm demeanor while walking, personable,
Luo Cheng recognized each other at a glance, Yunyang from Feixue Villa, cousin Yunluo, with the strength of building ten weights, known as the number one swordsmanship among outer disciples, he is a rare genius.

"How dare you divorce my cousin!"

Yun Yang rushed forward furiously, and said with great hatred: "Who do you think you are? Or was you once a genius? Now you are just an ordinary child who is no better than a waste! At the age of 15, you have to build a body at the seventh level? What you have to do is to be honest. Accept my cousin's proposal, and then kneel down to thank you with gratitude, the letter of divorce? Are you worthy of writing it?"

As he spoke, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he felt that Luo Cheng's current situation was not enough to make him angry.

Luo Cheng looked at him quietly, and licked his lips. If it wasn't for the strength of the other party's ten-fold body building, he would have smashed the other party's mouth immediately, but well, it's not far from this step.

"It's Yunyang! Outer sect disciples are the best in swordsmanship, who is that person? Why did you make senior brother Yunyang so angry." A female disciple nympho shouted at the edge of the roof, and then glared at Luo Cheng, as if he made Yunyang angry a sin.

"Luo Cheng from Da Luoyu and Yunyang from Feixue Villa, it's not surprising that these two families are in the same situation now." There are also disciples who have a good fortune, and their identities can be seen at a glance.

"Young master? A young master who only had the seventh level of body building at the age of 15? You're too weak." The female disciple said again.

Yunyang looked Luo Cheng up and down a few times, and said arrogantly: "Have you been to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range? Hahaha, no one wants to form a team with you, right? Then let me tell you, no one will form a team with you in the future. Let my words out, whoever dares to be with this trash is going against me, Yunyang, and let him come and learn Yunmou's swordsmanship."

The latter sentence was said to his follower, but his eyes were still on Luo Cheng, "It's so sad to get a bag of bags in such a mess, how many first-level monsters are there?"

Yunyang didn't miss the opportunity to hit Luo Cheng, a divorce letter was enough to make everyone in Feixue Villa hate Luo Cheng, even the insiders thought that Luo Cheng should be self-aware of his current state and honestly end the engagement.

Write a letter of divorce... also worthy?
"Show him our harvest." Yunyang raised his hand, and the three attendants behind him each took out six bags
"A total of fifteen second-level monsters, and I don't even bother to count the first-level monsters. As for the elixir, there are countless. The elixir prepared is not 20 years old, but 14 years old! I stepped into the Qi Refining Realm, the [-]-year-old Qi Refining Realm, hehehe."

After Yunyang said this, as if he had had enough of his addiction, he passed Luo Cheng and walked into Baoxing Building first.

Luo Cheng remained silent, then walked towards Baoxing Tower.

When he walked into the attic, Yunyang's group of four were standing next to a row of low counters. They placed their bags on the counter. After a red-faced elder opened it, he tapped one by one:

"Not bad, the bones, flesh, fur and fangs of twelve mid-level monsters can cook a lot of meals, and each head has 25 contribution points. There are also [-] low-level monsters, each of which has [-] contribution points. Two thousand contribution value."

After counting, the red-faced elder looked at the four of Yunyang, "Take out your sect tokens, and share the contribution points equally? In that case, each person will get [-] contribution points."

"Senior brother Yunyang has done the most credit, so he should get [-] contribution points, and the rest will be distributed to us." A follower behind Yunyang stepped forward to flatter him.

The red-faced elder showed a strange expression, then said nothing, and distributed their contribution points one by one.

"Elder, I have some elixir here, please exchange the ten-year elixir for contribution value, and help me make 20-year elixir from the 20-year elixir."

Yunyang took out a small bag full of elixir, and while talking, he cast a provocative look at Luo Cheng, like a fighting rooster, triumphant.

After the red-faced elder finished the matter for him, he looked at Luo Cheng who was in the back row, and seeing his distressed appearance and his body, he frowned and said, "Did you also come in exchange?"

Luo Cheng nodded. The bag he held was of course the lightest, so after the red-faced elder opened it, he said in a cold tone: "Five first-level monsters, a total of [-] contribution points."

"Hahahaha." Yun Yang, who had always had the mentality of watching a good show, let out a piercing laugh, as if looking at a clown, seeing Luo Cheng in a mess, and mockingly said: "Look at yourself in a mess, even a bottle of 20-year-old spirit Liquids can’t be exchanged.”

Suddenly, two panting registered disciples walked in from the entrance of Baoxing Building. They were carrying many bags and sweating profusely, walked to Luo Cheng's side, and apologized: "Senior Brother Luo, I'm sorry, the mountain road is really..."

"It's okay, just put the bag on the stage." Luo Cheng said casually.

After the bags were put on the stage one by one, the eyes of Yunyang and others became dull, and the surrounding disciples who noticed this scene because of Yunyang's movement also showed curiosity.

After finishing the liquidation, the red-faced elder looked at Luo Cheng with puzzled eyes, and said in a shocked tone, "Forty low-level monsters, 82 contribution points, eight mid-level monster skins can be exchanged for nine hundred point contribution value, a total of 720 contribution points."

"Oh my god." Many people made shocking voices.

Yunyang's face turned ugly in an instant. Although their contribution value was several hundred more, they were a team of four, and the average was more than a few hundred points per person, but Luo Cheng was completely different.

That's not counting, Luo Cheng said slowly: "Elder, there should be more."

"Anything else?" The others' hearts skipped a beat, holding their breath and watching.

After searching carefully for a while, the red-faced elder suddenly let out a shocking voice, "A piece of python skin, snake gall and snake venom from a high-level monster...it's unbelievable... originally it was more than 1000 contribution points, but I can only give you five hundred, a total of two thousand 220 contribution points."

After these words fell, there was an uproar in Baoxing Building, and exclamations continued one after another.

That Yunyang felt the burning pain on his face even more. It's not like he didn't think about high-level monsters, but considering the degree of danger, he felt that it was reliable to hunt and kill second-level monsters with an absolute advantage.

But Luo Cheng seemed to feel that such a shock was not enough, he opened the small pouch on his waist, took out a handful of lotus seeds and a geocentric flower, and then said with a smile: "Please help me make two bottles of 30-year spiritual liquid."

"Hiss~ 30-year-old panacea!"

Not only did Yunyang's cheeks burn hot and sore, but he was also envious and jealous.

A 30-year-old elixir is rare, but the elixir needs more than three kinds of elixir, only the lotus seeds and earth core flowers of this water white lotus are special.

"and also……"

Luo Cheng's indifferent words stirred everyone's hearts, and he took out a large pack of elixir, "Please, elders, replace all the contribution points with 30-year elixir. As for these elixir, try to help prepare 20-year elixir, although Not as good as the 30 Years, but still barely drinkable.”

After saying this sentence, Yunyang already felt ashamed of the unprecedented humiliation.

(End of this chapter)