Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 34 - 33: The Three Deacons of the Murong Family

Meteorite Mountain Range, located a hundred li south of Purple Cloud City.

The journey was long and arduous, and the terrain outside the city was rugged and uneven with dense forests and wilderness.

Aside from Martial Artists of the Mysterious Profundity Realm, who could control the air and fly swiftly to their destination, others, reliant on foot or horse, would need at least a whole day’s time.

With some free time, Xiao Yi took out the Qiankun Bag that the Third Elder had given him before the journey.

It was an intermediate Qiankun Bag, containing about thirty cubic feet of space.

Speaking of Qiankun Bags, Xiao Yi could not help but marvel at the wonders of this world: powerful Martial Artists, Martial Souls, Martial Techniques, Elixirs, and such convenient items like Qiankun Bags.

A tiny bag, hung at the waist, could help a Martial Artist carry many things and reduce their burden.

However, the manufacturing of Qiankun Bags was complicated, and the materials were not simple, making them very expensive.

Qiankun Bags were divided into three levels.

The low-level Qiankun Bag, with only five cubic feet of space, would sell for a hundred silver notes.

The intermediate Qiankun Bag, with a full thirty cubic feet, sold for a thousand silver notes.

The high-level Qiankun Bag, containing a full hundred cubic feet, fetched ten thousand silver notes. But this item was rarely seen in the market, and only the Three Great Families in Purple Cloud City possessed them.

Ordinary Independent Martial Artists typically carried just a low-level Qiankun Bag.

The intermediate Qiankun Bag was generally affordable for Martial Artists of the Postnatal level and above, or for descendants of great families.

Xiao Yi opened the Qiankun Bag and briefly checked its contents, which were all necessities for traveling: Elixirs for healing, dried food for staving off hunger, and changes of clothes, among other things.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi suddenly discovered a large stack of silver notes inside the bag, amounting to ten thousand.

"So much money?" Xiao Yi felt a surge of joy.

Cultivation was, in itself, an extremely costly endeavor.

Just the Elixirs alone were a significant expense.

This money was enough for Xiao Yi to buy more materials to refine more Elixirs for himself.

Before he knew it, Xiao Yi had already left Purple Cloud City.

On the wilderness paths of the outskirts, tracks were rare, besides the dense foliage on both sides, only the sound of ’trot trot’ from the galloping horses remained.

A breeze blew by, rustling the trees around. The grass under the trees swayed with the wind, as if myriad heads were bustling.

"Hmm?" Xiao Yi suddenly furrowed his brows.

"Something’s off." Xiao Yi noticed the extreme quietness of the surroundings.

With his keen perception, he immediately identified the source of the unease.

The wind rustled the trees, yet no birds chirped; the swaying trees disturbed the grass, yet no wild animals moved.

Although this was a wilderness road, devoid of human settlements, the presence of wild beasts and birds was inevitable. Normally, such movement in the trees and grass would surely startle these creatures.

Yet now, not a single chirp or even a rabbit was to be seen.

This indicated that the nearby wild animals had been deliberately driven away.

And only humans would drive away animals.

"Not good, it’s an ambush." Xiao Yi instantly pulled the reins, stopping in his tracks.

A sudden intense sense of danger arose within him.

With a whoosh, an arrow shot just a meter in front of Xiao Yi, crossing horizontally.

Fortunate that he had stopped the horse in time, otherwise, that arrow would have hit him.

Swish, swish, swish...

Dozens of burly men wielding weapons quickly emerged from the dense woods on both sides.

"Big brother, we’ve caught a fat sheep this time. Look at this young man’s clothes, he’s clearly a rich fellow."

"Tch tch, after lying low for so long, finally we can make a big score."

The bandits did not hide their words, wearing smug expressions.

In front of the dozens of burly men stood a tall man with a scarred face, who raised his long sword towards Xiao Yi and said, "Young man, we only rob wealth, not lives. Leave behind your money and clothes, and you can go."

The man with the scarred face sneered, "Don’t force our hand; your frail body isn’t enough for one slash of my sword."

"Heh." Xiao Yi chuckled lightly, "So it appears we’ve encountered mountain bandits."

Such wild roads commonly harbored mountain bandits, who specifically targeted passing merchants or travelers.

However, these bandits just relied on their numerical superiority; each of them had low Cultivation, generally around the Second Layer of the Mortal Realm, with the leader being no higher than the Fourth Layer.

Of course, among these bandits were desperate, ruthless characters with a heavy toll of lives on their hands.

Meeting them in a good mood could be considered lucky; if they were in a bad mood, they would unquestionably kill and plunder, taking both wealth and lives.

"I didn’t expect to be robbed just after leaving Purple Cloud City," Xiao Yi said with a playful smile.

With his strength, dealing with these mountain bandits was a breeze.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Xiao Yi’s expression changed.

"Something is not right," Xiao Yi’s eyes narrowed as he realized something was amiss.

"Just some mountain bandits, they couldn’t possibly evoke a sense of danger in me. Moreover, that intense crisis feeling clearly threatened me, triggering my instincts to detect it first."

"There are others lying in ambush," Xiao Yi instantly understood.

As expected, just as the thought crossed Xiao Yi’s mind, an ice spear shot towards him rapidly.

"Hmph," Xiao Yi snorted coldly and with a punch, shattered the ice spear, scattering ice fragments all around.

At the same time, three figures broke through the sky, each emitting an extraordinary presence.

"Martial Artists, powerful Martial Artists," the one with the scarred face had too low cultivation, seeing such powerful martial artists for the first time, he trembled in fear from their aura.

The other bandits also wore faces of terror.

After the three arrived, they glanced at these bandits, their eyes revealing disdain and mockery.

"A bunch of insignificant ants, a blight upon my sight."

As soon as the words fell, one of them waved his hand lightly. Instantly, dozens of water arrows fell from the sky.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

The water arrows seemed fragile but were incredibly powerful, easily piercing through the bodies of these bandits.

In a matter of seconds, dozens of bandits were killed by these water arrows.

"Green Wave Water Singing Arrow, you are from the Murong Family," Xiao Yi’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

Green Wave Water Singing Arrow, a Yellow Rank Peak martial technique, was one of the renowned martial techniques of the Murong Family.

"Oh? Boy, you have some insight," the leader of the three raised his eyebrows and said.

"Didn’t expect a famous waste of the Xiao Family to be not as useless as I thought."

"But that’s about it, a waste will always be a waste."

The other two looked at Xiao Yi with disdain, their gaze filled with mocking.

"Heh," Xiao Yi chuckled coldly, "Good dogs don’t block the path, members of the Murong Family, get out of my way."

"Get out?" The leading middle-aged man sneered, "Xiao Yi, you tainted our Miss’s purity, and you think you can still live?"

"Murong Jiao’er?" Xiao Yi asked first, then said, "Both of us know very well who is right and who is wrong. Whether I have defiled her, the people from the Murong Family are very clear."

Xiao Yi said coldly, "If you want to kill me, just do it. Why pretend to be honorable?"

From the moment these three from the Murong Family appeared and instantly killed those bandits, Xiao Yi knew they were after his life.

They killed those bandits to silence them, preventing the spread of what happened.

"Xiao Yi, to remain calm and fearless in front of us three, I don’t know whether to say you are brave or foolish."

"Why talk so much to this little trash? Just kill him."

"Kill me?" Xiao Yi’s expression was unfazed, "With just you three, you don’t have the ability."

"Arrogant."

"Utterly shameless."

"Xiao Yi, don’t think that just because you defeated Xiao Ruohan and Xiao Ruokuang, you can afford to be arrogant. In front of us, you’re just a junior; we could crush you with one finger."

The three displayed anger, of course, they were also fully confident they could easily kill Xiao Yi.

After all, all three of them were deacons of the Murong Family. The leader was Postnatal Fourth Layer, while the other two were Postnatal Third Layer.

In their minds, killing someone at Mortal Realm Ninth Layer was as simple as breathing.

"Murong Hua, as a deacon, a trivial waste like him doesn’t deserve your action, let me cripple his cultivation and make him kneel before you to apologize," one of the deacons said.

Murong Hua, who was the leading Postnatal Fourth Layer.

As the speaking deacon, being Postnatal Third Layer, quickly struck out with a punch towards Xiao Yi.

Before he even arrived, a savage smile appeared on his lips. In his view, his punch was enough to severely injure Xiao Yi. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Xiao Yi, unafraid, threw a punch as well.

"Little trash, daring to confront me head-on, you’re seeking death," the Murong Family deacon sneered.

However, when the two punches clashed, the cold sneer on the Murong Family deacon’s face instantly froze.

Because Xiao Yi had caught his punch unscathed.

"How is it possible? A mere Mortal Realm Ninth Layer could not possibly catch my punch," the Murong Family deacon first doubted, then exclaimed in shock, "Releasing True Qi instantly, little trash, it turns out you have already refined a main meridian, you’re not at Mortal Realm Ninth Layer but Postnatal First Layer."

"Hmph, no wonder you are so arrogant. However, I didn’t use my full strength yet. This punch will take your life," said the Murong Family deacon, as he threw all his Postnatal Third Layer cultivation into the attack.

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