50: C50 Conscience

C50 Conscience

The Ink Dragon Sword. Su Chen had lost it in the mansion of the Fenglin family. At this moment, someone had found it. Although the elders of the Fenglin family were very angry and heartbroken about Feng Linhui's death, he was still a descendant they thought highly of.

However, they still had some concerns. What they were worried about was Su Chen's identity. He was too mysterious. If he was really a disciple of some legendary mysterious sect, would they be able to afford to offend him?

At this moment, many weapon masters were gathered in Wanxiang Weapons Shop. They were entrusted by Fenglin family to find Su Chen's identity from this sword.

A young waiter frowned when he saw this sword. He knew the origin of this sword. It was used by a cultivator who rarely appeared in the mortal world three hundred years ago. It was called the Heaven Fighting Sword.

Few people knew about this history. It was just that the waiter's ancestor had met this cultivator by chance, and thus he was fortunate enough to see this immortal sword.

The ancestor of the waiter had once been rescued by this cultivator in Ferocious Beast Forest. He had also seen with his own eyes that he had used the Heaven Struggling Sword to slaughter dozens of Rank Five Devil Beast that surrounded them, as well as a terrifying giant.

This sword and its master had an extraordinary background, but even the ancestor of the waiter didn't know which sect this cultivator belonged to.

Perhaps, he was just a cultivator who lived alone and unfettered. There was no sect or sect that he belonged to. Perhaps he had a powerful and frightening sect behind him. All of this was already unknown, because ever since this self-cultivator entered the interior of Ferocious Beast Forest three hundred years ago, he never appeared again.

Everyone present was stunned, especially the elders of the Fenglin family. They began to worry and fear.

That's right! A single misstep would lead to a thousand regrets. As a powerful family, it was impossible for their leaders to not understand this principle.

If he wasn't, then they definitely couldn't let him go. If he was, then perhaps he would really swallow this anger. Who asked him to step on a rock? However, would it be useful to swallow his anger? Would he just let it go like this?

Little people always used their narrow hearts to look at others, doubt and scheme. This was their fatal weakness. The hatred that could have ended would only grow bigger and bigger, deeper and deeper.

A group of uninvited guests came from the streets of the slums. They were sent by the Fenglin family. Without a doubt, someone had provided them with clues. It didn't matter who it was. As long as there was money in this world, there would always be someone who would do such a thing. Why would they need to know!

"You guys hurry up and leave, we'll drag you here" The old grandpa stroked his snow-white beard and said with a solemn expression.

"I'll go and deal with them." Su Chen stood up and was about to leave, but he could not feel any strength in his body.

Lin Ya's body blocked in front of him. She cried and her tears were watery. "Mr. Su, I know you are injured and your strength has not recovered yet. You cannot go."

Yes, she knew because she had helped Su Chen bring him here last night. Su Chen used the crystal divine bone, and it was not without a price. In this world, there was nothing without a price.

"If I do this, I will only implicate all of you!" Su Chen suddenly felt a sense of loss. If a person was in such a situation, how could he not feel lost?

Especially when a person felt that he could not do anything in this world, and that he had to drag others down with him.

But this was only for a short period of time. If he was alive, he would have to learn to endure it.

"Young man, don't say that. People outside look down on us poor people, but you are helping us so much. Although we are poor, we are also afraid of trouble. But we don't even care about our conscience and morality, why are we still alive?"

Su Chen was startled in his heart and looked gratefully at the old man.

"Brother, quickly hide. They are coming. We will think of a way to stop them." Two middle-aged men ran in from outside and said with concern, even though they were very nervous.

"We have been discovered here. We will have to trouble you for a bit." Another middle-aged man ran in from outside and pointed at a huge wooden bucket in the room. It was used to store food.

"You guys are..." Su Chen saw this group of enthusiastic people and his depressed and wounded heart immediately came back to life.

That's right! There were evil people like Feng Linhui in this world, but there were also good people who were poor but kind. With them around, there would still be hope in this world.

"Get out of my way, you bunch of damn lowlifes." The group of cultivators who came to catch Su Chen encountered difficulties! The streets were filled with the silhouettes of poor people, some of them were holding vegetable baskets. Some were rushing the pigs raised at home, while others were pushing the carts. The entire street was filled with people.

The practitioners were squeezed in the crowd, unable to move at all.

"With a splash, water splashed on the pants of one of the Cultivators. It was sticky, milky-white, and smelled awful.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry." It was a bucket of pig food. The middle-aged man who carried him kept apologizing. That person was one of the middle-aged men in Lin Ya's room just now.

"Get lost." The cultivator said angrily. He stretched out his hand and wanted to slap the middle-aged man, but he ran away faster than a mouse. He had already disappeared without a trace.

"Bang!" An explosion sounded out, and a blue ray of light soared into the sky, shocking everyone. It was the Magic Spear.

"All of you, stand aside. Otherwise, be careful of your cheap lives." The cultivator holding the Magic Spear shouted angrily.

The crowd finally calmed down. They had all heard about the power of the Magic Spear. Even without the Magic Spear, every cultivator here could easily kill them.

They were poor and lowly people. What could they say if they were killed by a cultivator?!

"It's that room!" A cultivator respectfully said to a middle-aged man wearing a black robe beside him.

The middle-aged man was clearly a man of status. He was an expert of Fenglin family. He coldly swept his eyes across the room and shouted, "Search!"

The group of cultivators immediately surrounded the room. The wooden door was kicked open, but there was no one inside.

"Damn it." The middle-aged man fiercely scanned the crowd. "Good job."

His deterrent force was extremely great. The poor were all staring at him in fear, none of them daring to look directly at him.

"They won't be able to run far, chase after them." After the middle-aged man gave the order, his subordinates quickly chased into the depths of the street. Along the way, it was unknown how many residents had been knocked down.

But today, for some reason, this street seemed to have been picked up by gold, attracting all the poor people here. They covered the entire street.

The foul smell that came from somewhere added to the cultivator's anger. But they had no choice. With so many people, if they were all killed, how much time would it take?

They could only use their own power to scare away the people blocking their way.

In front, there were two middle-aged men carrying a large wooden bucket, walking unhurriedly.

Such a wooden bucket could be seen everywhere in the poor district. It was used to store food. When the cultivators passed by, they immediately stopped in their tracks and stood at the side, not daring to make a sound.

The group of cultivators passed by just like that. They were very busy and did not have time to pay attention to anything.

It was precisely because they were too busy that they were destined to end up empty-handed.

Half a day had passed, and they had searched almost all the houses on the street, but they still didn't find Su Chen.

There were no definite clues. If they wanted to find another person in the slums, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. There were simply too many houses here.

The middle-aged man's face was extremely pale, and he shouted loudly, "Those who provide a trace of Su Chen will have ten thousand Immortal Coin, and you all don't have to be lowly peasants."

After he said this, a pleased expression appeared on his face.

This was a great temptation to the poor!

However, he was disappointed, he did not understand! No one actually stood up. In front of money, no one was tempted. This could only mean one thing, Su Chen was not here.

He was smart and practical, but he had guessed wrong. There was something more important than money in this world, and that was conscience.

With a heart full of anger, the middle-aged man wanted to leave. The first thing he did when he returned was to teach that bastard who provided clues a lesson.

But at this moment, a cultivator whispered softly into their ears. A complacent smile suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Let me ask you, there is a girl called Lin Ya here. Where is she? Those who know will be heavily rewarded." After he finished speaking, his eyes swept across the crowd.

After a moment of silence, finally, a voice rang out.

"Esteemed lord, I, although I don't know where Lin Ya is, will anyone know?" It was a young man with tattered clothes, messy hair, and lightless eyes. However, there was a wretched feeling in his bones.

Countless angry, shocked, worried, and fearful eyes were looking at this young man!1

Some people cursed in their hearts! Old Man De Feng only taught you a lesson and asked you to turn over evil. You treated him like this, and your conscience was eaten by dogs.

"You bastard, you will be struck by lightning. If you dare to stay here any longer, I will definitely beat you to death."

However, what was the use of scolding? There were some people who weren't scared of scolding, because they already had no conscience.

"Who is it?" The black-robed middle-aged man asked.

"It's him!" The wretched young man pointed at a white-haired old man in the crowd. However, he did not dare to look directly at him. Did he have a little conscience?

"Hahaha! Good, I'll reward you with a thousand Immortal Coin." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he slowly walked in front of the old man.

"Old man, you know where Lin Ya is, don't you?!"

Old Man De Feng's hands involuntarily rubbed a few times on his clothes and said, "I know, but she went outside and hasn't returned since yesterday."

"Is that so? But someone told me that she came back with a person and Su Chen." The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly became fierce. A wave of pressure made everyone unable to breathe.

"This..." The pitiful old man had never seen the power of a cultivator and was instantly speechless.

"Take him back." The middle-aged man shouted.

Suddenly, the rice bucket on the side of the road moved, but that slight movement couldn't escape the practitioner's ears.

[This chapter is over]

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