Chapter 131

The people from the Battle Martial Ancestor came on time. They said they would come in seven days, so they came in seven days.

Early in the morning, horses neighed and the ground rumbled. Seven or eight disciples of the Battle Martial Ancestor had already arrived.

"All the villagers, get out here!" Someone shouted angrily. There were also some who asked Zhang Shui to get out.

In their eyes, these mortals were nothing more than ants. Therefore, there was nothing to hide and they directly called out Zhang Shui.

"Zhang Shui, get out here!"

The villagers heard the news and rushed over. Their eyes were filled with fear. They were very afraid of these cultivators.

Zhang Shui also came with Old Man Zhang. They walked behind the crowd.

"Damn you, Zhang Shui, I called you. Why are you so slow?"

When a disciple saw Zhang Shui slowly approaching, he jumped off his horse and strode forward. He grabbed Zhang Shui and gave him two tight slaps on his face.

Blood immediately appeared at the corner of Zhang Shui's mouth.

"Is this the speed of a tortoise? You're asking for death!"

The slapping sounds were heard again.

"I know you. You're Liu Liu, right? I remember that when you committed a crime in the sect, I was the one who spoke up for you and spared your life." Zhang Shui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the disciples of the Battle Martial Ancestor.

"Motherf * cker, you still remember such a trivial matter so clearly. Why? Do you still expect me to spare your life with such a trivial matter?"

The cultivator named Liu Liu had a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and with the back of his hand, he sent out two more slaps, crisp and clear.

"Zhang Shui, weren't you very arrogant before? You chased me with a long blade. Come and chop me now."

At this moment, another disciple in white stepped forward. He sneered and slapped Zhang Shui a few times.

This person came out of the Spiritual Herbal Garden alive. He belonged to Ling Yun and bore a grudge against those who chased after him. When Ling Yun was in seclusion, they were all like cowards. Now that Ling Yun was out, they were all arrogant.

They began to take revenge on the other cultivators who were still alive.

"Zhang Shui, you deserve this!"

"Haha, you brought this upon yourself. Look at how arrogant you are. You chased us with a long blade. This is your end."

Following this, a few cultivators who had a grudge against Zhang Shui stepped forward and slapped him.

When they arrived here, they didn't ask about the primal stones. Instead, they stretched out their hands and gave Zhang Shui a fierce beating.

His goal was very obvious. He wanted to torture Zhang Shui. Furthermore, he had used a lot of strength in his attacks. He didn't want to kill Zhang Shui immediately. It was obvious that he wanted to slowly torture Zhang Shui to death.

"Don't hit my son." Old Zhang used the bamboo stick as a crutch and walked forward shakily, trying to pull them away.

"Where did this old thing come from? Scram!" One of the cultivators raised his leg to kick Old Zhang, causing him to instantly fall to the ground. Even his bamboo staff fell to the side.

"You dare to attack my father?" Zhang Shui's eyes flashed with a cold light as he suddenly roared.

A loud shout startled a few people. They seemed to recall Zhang Shui's remaining might and instantly retracted their attacks. But soon after, they recalled that Zhang Shui had been crippled. They were enraged and attacked even more fiercely.

"Pa!"

The sound of the slap was clear and loud. Liu Liu scolded, "You ant, how dare you make a fuss in front of me."

"Damn it, what kind of dog is this? How dare you make a fuss in front of us? You're courting death."

Seven or eight disciples all attacked, taking turns to violently slap Zhang Shui. Zhang Shui's face that had just recovered swelled up again.

Old Zhang went forward and was kicked countless times. Even the villagers who went forward to persuade him were kicked to the ground.

Zi Chen lived far away. When he heard the commotion and came over with a primeval stone, Zhang Shui was almost beaten to death.

The group of people threw him to the side. The leader looked at the villagers and said coldly, "Our Martial Ancestor has protected your village for a long time. Now, we're here to collect a protection fee to maintain the sect's expenses. One low-grade primeval stone. Are you ready?"

The villagers' hearts trembled. They looked at each other and avoided eye contact.

"Damn it, how dare you trick us. Do you want the entire village to be slaughtered?" Liu Liu had already stood up and coldly glanced at the villagers with a murderous aura.

He only had the strength of True Qi Stage Seven, so the pressure around him was not scary, but it was not something that these ordinary people could withstand. In the next moment, several people fell to the ground on their butts, and many children were scared to the point of crying.

"Damn it, don't cry. Shut up. I'll kill whoever cries." Liu Liu shouted. His eyes were filled with killing intent. It was obvious that the other party was not joking.

Ordinary people were ants in their eyes. Killing an ant was like stepping on an ant. There was no need to joke.

"Sir, the mine on the mountain stopped producing primeval stones decades ago. Where can we get a low-grade primeval stone for you?"

"Yes sir, we can't take out a single primeval stone. Please spare us."

A villager cried.

"Hmph, spare you? Who will spare us? Who will spare my dead brothers?"

The leader sneered and said, "Very well, since you can't take out a primeval stone, you can only pay with your lives. One primeval stone is ten lives."

"No sir!"

"Don't kill us."

The villagers were terrified and begged for mercy.

The leader was not moved. He said, "Liu Liu, kill ten people first. After seven days, come back and collect the primeval stones."

"Yes, senior brother."

Liu Liu nodded. His eyes flashed with killing intent. With a clang, he unsheathed his weapon. A cold light flashed. The murderous intent filled the whole place. More villagers fell to the ground. Their eyes were filled with fear.

"Hehe." Liu Liu grinned and walked toward a villager. The latter was so scared that he kept retreating.

"Enough. Didn't you want primeval stones? We've got them."

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded. A young man in black walked in front of the villager and blocked Liu Liu's sword.

It was Zi Chen. In his hand was a small bag of primeval stones. There were exactly one hundred of them.

"Little black boy, who are you?" Liu Liu pointed his weapon at Zi Chen. His voice was cold.

"I'm an ordinary person. I'm here to deliver the primeval stones." Zi Chen said indifferently. He passed the bag in his hand to the front.

When the frightened villagers saw Zi Chen appear, they all heaved a sigh of relief.

"Hmph!" Liu Liu snorted and kept his weapon. He took the bag and glanced at it. His expression softened.

"Senior brother, it's really one hundred." Liu Liu passed the bag to the leader.

The leader glanced at Zi Chen and then looked at the bag in his hand. His expression was gloomy. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Sir, the primeval stones have been collected. The protection fee should be paid. Thank you for your protection. We, the villagers of Da Ling Village, are very grateful." Zi Chen said gratefully.

He had seen the previous scene. These people deserved to die. However, Zi Chen did not want to kill in the village and cause trouble for the villagers.

"Thank you, sir!"

Behind him, the other villagers also cupped their hands and expressed their gratitude.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky."

The leader snorted and glanced at Zi Chen again. His eyes flickered coldly as he said, "This is only a week's protection fee. We'll be back in seven days. If you don't have the primeval stones, you'll have to pay with ten lives."

The leader's words caused the villagers' expressions to change. They realized that the leader was not just asking for the primeval stones. He was going to exterminate everyone in the village.

"Don't worry, sir. We'll try our best to mine the primeval stones. I guarantee that we'll be able to collect a low-ranked primeval stone next time." Zi Chen nodded and said.

"You're smart."

The leader's eyes were cold. He kept the primeval stones and was about to leave. However, before he left, each of them stepped forward and kicked Zhang Shui.

"Consider yourself lucky. We'll meet again next time." Liu Liu spat at Zhang Shui.

The sound of horses galloping could be heard. The disciples of the Battle Martial Ancestor left, leaving a trail of dust behind them.

"These people are animals. They're trying to kill us all."

"They're inhumane. The Battle Martial Ancestor is such a big sect. How could they have such disciples?"

"Oh god, they're trying to destroy our Daling Village."

After the disciples of the Battle Martial Ancestor left, the villagers complained. Some of them even burst into tears.

"Don't worry. I believe that they still have a conscience. They won't come back after taking our primeval stones." At this moment, Zi Chen stepped forward and said.

"Chen 'zi, you're so kind. Didn't you hear what they said? They'll be back in seven days."

"Yeah, Chen 'zi. They're not kind people. That primeval stone was wasted. I think we should just move away."

A villager said. Then, the other villagers agreed.

"Don't worry. Even if they come back in seven days, I have a plan." Zi Chen said with a smile.

"They'll be back in seven days. If they don't have primeval stones, they'll pay with human lives. Chen 'zi, we can't stay here anymore. They're all blood-sucking demons. I know you're good to us, but you can't feed them with primeval stones. They're wolves."

"Yeah, Chen 'zi. You can't keep giving them primeval stones."

The villagers were kind. They didn't want Zi Chen to waste more primeval stones.

"Don't worry."

In the end, Zi Chen persuaded the villagers to go back. Only Zhang Shui was still lying on the ground. The villagers wanted to help him up, but he refused.

"How are you? Can you hold on?" Zi Chen looked at Zhang Shui who was lying on the ground.

"Yes!" Zhang Shui's eyes flashed coldly. He stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"Okay, come with me."

Zi Chen grabbed Zhang Shui and tapped his foot. The Nine Flashes of Thunder appeared and shot forward like a bolt of lightning. His speed was many times faster than a person riding a horse.

On the mountain path, the disciples of the Battle Martial Ancestor rode on their horses.

"Zhang Shui is lucky that we didn't humiliate him this time. Let's see if he'll be so lucky next time," Liu Liu said coldly.

"After seven days, if he is unable to fork out Yuan Stones, we will kill ten people. His village only has a total of a hundred people. Let's see how long he can last." The leader of the black clothed men coldly said.

"Who asked him to go against Senior Brother Ling Yun? Back in the Spiritual Herbal Garden, he chased after us with Zi Chen. He deserves to be humiliated today."

"His village will die sooner or later. Zhang Shui must be the last to die. We have to let him live in despair and pain."

The others said one after another. Then, they laughed wildly. Their eyes were filled with coldness.