The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 910: The Weak Do Not Deserve to Speak

Chapter 910: Chapter 910: The Weak Do Not Deserve to Speak

The pit was ready.

Li Qing had just dug out a deep pit for that middle-aged man, and it was perfectly suitable for burying another.

He grabbed the man who had been in a suit and leather shoes, who now looked worse than a beggar, stood him upright, and threw him into the pit, then quickly started filling it in. In a few quick movements, he had filled more than half of it, burying the man up to his neck in yellow earth.

Just then, the agitated middle-aged man suddenly shouted, "You... You wait, wait a minute."

"What’s there to wait for? Come on, give me a reason," Li Qing said. "One of you is enough, any more is superfluous!"

"What... what exactly do you want... want to ask?" the middle-aged man said with difficulty.

His pitch-black cheeks seemed to wear a mask of pain, his voice was hoarse and bore a clear sense of being torn.

Listening to his voice was like hearing it being split in two by a knife, half shrill and rising, half so deep it was almost inaudible. It was evident that speaking these words took a considerable effort.

"What do I ask, what do you think I could ask?" Li Qing asked in a mocking tone.

"I suppose you should be more than capable of talking to me properly now, right? Without the right attitude, I’ll just have to bury you completely!"

The middle-aged man’s dark face showed a trace of intense fear as he shook his head and said, "You... ask."

"Is that Great Rejuvenating Yang Elixir really the same thing as the Solidifying Spirit Elixir?" Li Qing asked.

The middle-aged man nodded heavily, and after some difficulty swallowing saliva to moisten his cracked lips, he said, "That was the original name, from the very beginning... Nowadays, however, there are still some people who call it that."

People often curse using a metaphor of a voice like a broken gong, and this guy’s voice was truly that of a broken gong.

That intense sensation of being torn apart was extremely discomforting to hear.

"Why have you suddenly decided to trouble us? Surely, we’re not the only ones with the Solidifying Spirit Elixir in this world," Li Qing said coldly.

He had originally thought that now that they were in such dire straits, these two would willingly cooperate.

But the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "To reclaim the item belonging to our Sect."

"What does that mean? At this point, you’re still being unreasonable?" Li Qing immediately became angry.

This fool, clearly terrified to death, still had the audacity to be stubborn.

"It’s not our decision, it’s the Sect’s decision!" the middle-aged man said, shaking his head, "Even if we two give up on this, the Sect would still come after you. What you have is truly unique to our Sect, the real Great Rejuvenating Yang Elixir recipe. All the other versions of the Great Rejuvenating Yang Elixir, at best, are only 70% as effective as the one you possess."

"Now I’m starting to get the picture. No matter how your item was lost, you’re just after those of us who might have it, right? How confident is your Wuyu Mountain that you can be so unreasonable?" Li Qing asked icily.

"The Sect Guardian Beast of Wuyu Mountain’s lineage has revived, and it will soon rejoin the Elixir Sect, which is one of the strongest Great Sects in the world!" the middle-aged man said with difficulty, shaking his head, "That’s all I can say, it’s the decision of the Sect."

"But I advise you against killing the two of us, lest you bring unnecessary trouble upon yourself. We can even... intervene on your behalf. I admit, we are somewhat unreasonable in this matter, but we had no choice but to do so."

After endless talking, Li Qing finally heard something genuinely useful.

It seemed they felt strong enough to forcefully reclaim what they had once lost.

Whether this was just the personal view of these two or the stance of their entire Sect, their shamelessness was evident.

They now wanted to reclaim something that had been circulating in the world for who knows how long.

They really had no sense of reason at all.

Li Qing had never had the Elixir Recipe for the Solidifying Spirit Elixir; the elixirs he possessed came from Li Yuxian’s Xiao Ding. From this, it was clear that the loss of the recipe by Wuyu Mountain must date back at least as far as the era of Li Yuanxian.

This was not just a matter of a hundred years; several centuries had easily passed.

Yet now they wanted to reach out and take it back.

"Is this the so-called law of the jungle in the Cultivation World? Sounds quite reasonable. I’ve basically got no more questions," Li Qing said with a sarcastic laugh, "It’s a bit of a waste of my Revitalizing Pills, accidentally threw in tens of thousands."

"Let me make it clear to you, I’ve really decided to bury you two bastards. Even now, you’re still harboring delusions. Do you think just saying it’s Wuyu Mountain Sect’s intention is supposed to scare me? Let me be clear, I’m not afraid at all. Go ahead, touch a single hair on me and see what happens. I’ll bury anyone who comes at me, one by one, pair by pair!"

"Spare our lives, don’t be foolish, or else it will result in a fight to the death!" the middle-aged man with the hoarse voice suddenly shouted in fear, his demeanor and his words seemingly at odds.

He truly appeared terrified, even to the point of being utterly panic-stricken.

Yet, the words that came out of his mouth still carried a hint of arrogance and superiority.

What he was really saying was that Wuyu Mountain is now powerful, and one should not defy them, or else death would be certain.

Having been threatened, Li Qing was certainly not going to indulge them. He struck out with several palms in succession, and in the blink of an eye, he dug a hole beside him and pitched the square-faced middle-aged man into it.

After a period of rest, his vitality had essentially recovered. He simply hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise.

Under Li Qing’s imposing threat, the other middle-aged man spoke up even more rapidly with his torn throat.

"Young brother, truly, do not mislead yourself. Everything my junior brother said was factual," the square-faced middle-aged man said loudly. "This is an order from Wuyu Mountain Sect, and we must obey it. We’ve even approached the Great Sects to negotiate this matter."

"Ordinary things might be let go, but items like the Great Rejuvenating Yang Elixir are the foundation of our Sect, and we must reclaim them."

Li Qing let out a snort of derision and mocked, "This is the first time I’ve seen someone treat brazenness as if it’s only natural. I can acknowledge that these things once belonged to you, but have you never considered how many years you’ve lost these items?"

"In cultivation, there are no years; some things inherently bear the mark of Wuyu Mountain, which cannot be erased," the square-faced middle-aged man shook his head and said. "Reason is relative. When one is weak, everything can be endured, but now the Sect must regain the dignity it once lost."

"What a phrase, ’In cultivation, there are no years.’ I understand what you mean—those who are weak do not deserve to speak!" Li Qing sneered, and Black Arrow suddenly shot out.