My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 275 Don’t worry about scarcity but inequality
"What about them?"

Ye Wuyou smiled and pointed at the Song brothers and sisters who were covered in injuries.

The wind stopped.

The soft moonlight that had just appeared was now covered by dark clouds again. The mountain path suddenly became dim, leaving only the torches in people's hands casting a few shadows.

The firelight flickered on everyone's faces, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light between Song Yun's eyes, which were stained with blood.

The firelight also illuminated the old man's face, which changed from calm to gloomy. His dim eyes were almost narrowed into a slit as he stared at Ye Wuyou.

"The Luo family seems to be a little too broad in their management."

The old man sighed softly, and then spoke with a hint of sneer, but gave a serious but earnest warning.

"You are extraordinary for being able to cultivate to the fifth realm at your age. Now that you have the support of the Luo family, I naturally understand that you are young and full of energy, but you don't seem to understand the truth that being too hard will break you, while being gentle will never fail."

As the old man spoke, countless people around him showed undisguised astonishment in their eyes.

Five Realms Jade Balance?

None of them had reached the fifth realm, so naturally they could not tell Ye Wuyou's depth. They just thought he was a young man from the Luo family with a decent background.

I didn’t expect that such a young man would reach the fifth realm?

Zhou Wenxian, who had remained silent the whole time, disagreed in his heart.

Haha, it’s unusual.

This is how it is for a practitioner of the magic path. It would take others months to swallow a soul, but he swallows it like eating. If you can swallow it like this, you can do it too.

Now I stand with the demons...

Zhou Wenxian's eyes were filled with contemplation...

Ye Wuyou still had a smile in his eyes and didn't take it seriously.

"Youth is full of vigor. Being too strong can easily break you, but being gentle is invincible... The old guy still has a lot of principles, but he has lost even the most basic principles. He can do such dirty things as robbing and taking so naturally."

The old man's brow became increasingly gloomy.

"Young man, at my age, the bridges I have walked across..."

Damn, why is there no originality? My little toe can guess what the other person will say next.

The narrator quite agrees.

[Fuck you, why does the old bastard keep repeating his lines over and over again without any new ideas? He has walked across more bridges than you have walked on roads? You chuckled three times and responded casually.]

Ye Wuyou raised his eyebrows and interrupted with a playful smile before the narrator could speak.

“The turtle lives longer!

The narrator's voice then sounded leisurely.

[Tell this old bastard that you have had more women than he has seen in his eight lifetimes]

what?
The old man's face was extremely gloomy. Ye Wuyou was stunned for a moment, but then he shook his head strangely and cursed.

"The dog doesn't speak human language, stop barking."

Before he finished, Ye Wuyou seemed to remember something. He coughed lightly, looked up, and looked at the old man opposite him with an awkward smile.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean you."

It would have been better if he hadn't said this. Once he said it, the old man was so angry that he almost died.

The white jade wine glass that the old man had been holding tightly in his hand suddenly shattered, and the wine in the glass splashed all over the floor.

The old man then slowly stood up and walked over step by step.

Behind him were the other disciples of Lingxue Pavilion.

Powerful energy rose bit by bit, covering the mountain path. The burning fireworks seemed unable to withstand such pressure, and flickered.

Came the old man's gloomy words.

“Young man, you should be thankful that you are at least related to the Luo family, otherwise, would you still be standing here and talking to this old man?”

"Today, I will help the Luo family to wear down your spirit. There is still a long way to go, and the Luo family will be grateful to me."

Ye Wuyou couldn't deny it, his eyes were wandering, but he didn't look at the old man, but at the dark mountains and forests in the distance.

A gray fog appeared in the forest at some point and spread towards the mountain road.

There was fog in the mountains.

Is it normal?
Very normal.

Ye Wuyou withdrew his gaze and responded casually.

"You should be thankful. I came here today as a member of the Luo family..."

After a cup of tea.

Zhou Wenxian looked at the disciples of Lingxue Pavilion who were lying on the ground and groaning in front of him with a confused look on his face.

He had been aroused by some of his original intentions when practicing, and he would roar when he saw injustice. He was also upset about what he had experienced during this period, and thought that at most he would just go crazy for once, so he didn't care.

The result?

Are you kidding? They all died in seconds.

Ye Wuyou sat on the old man, patted his sleeves calmly, and under the other's gaze, searched out a large number of jade boxes from him.

There was still fear in the old man's eyes, but he forced himself to speak.

"Do you think your Luo family can provoke our Lingxue Pavilion, you..."

"Don't worry, no one in Daxuan dares to provoke the current head of the Luo family." Ye Wuyou said indifferently.

This is the truth.

Luo Yue's most common phrase was "It's okay, I'll take him to the coffin."

What does it mean to be fearless?

It's not courage, it's not carefreeness, it's...

It seems that he realizes that he doesn't have many years left to live, so Luo Yue is like a self-destructive boy, or rather, a self-destructive girl.

Even more vigorous than Yu Huanshui.

[Conquer the spirits and dispatch the generals] is really tyrannical and unreasonable.

Then Ye Wuyou waved to the young men who were watching this scene and were trembling against the rocks.

"Which one is yours?"

After hesitating for a long time, Song Yun walked over carefully and pointed to one of the jade boxes.

Ye Wuyou said "oh" and threw it to the other party, and threw the rest to Zhou Wenxian.

Zhou Wenxian looked surprised. Could it be that all these belonged to the Luo family?

But soon Ye Wuyou's words came, breaking his fantasy.

"Take it first. I'm not giving it to the Luo family. I'll go to Wanbao Pavilion later and deposit it there. Let the news spread. The black and white note from Lingxue Pavilion can be used as proof. If there are people who are being forced to sell, they can exchange it for the note. As for whether it's forged or not, the old people in Wanbao Pavilion know better than us."

"This..." Zhou Wenxian was visibly conflicted, but finally nodded.

Normally speaking, things have come to this point, and the treasures of heaven and earth should be taken by those who are destined to have them. Wouldn't they be put into your pocket?
He sighed in his heart, aren't you a demon... With so many precious medicines, taking a few doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Ye Wuyou didn't explain much.

Of course, he wouldn't take it so forcefully, but to say that he didn't even take any slack at all would be too saintly.

The Luo family is not his Luo family.

But Wanbao Pavilion...

Hey, that’s where my father-in-law is.

Silver money is silver money, precious medicine is precious medicine. Most people who get the precious medicine don’t actually use it themselves, but want to find a place to sell it.

With Mr. Hu Sanye's eloquence, most of the precious medicines will eventually remain in Wanbao Pavilion.

Wanbao Pavilion is fair and just, and will not engage in acts of seizure, but the price is definitely based on the market floor price.

Even so, those who really come to Wanbao Pavilion to exchange precious medicines should still thank us, after all, we created them from nothing.

Ye Wuyou finished speaking to Zhou Wenxian, but then he saw the blood stain on Song Yun's forehead, and glanced at the young man who was covered in injuries after being hit by Ling Xue's Iron Horse Ice River.

They look quite similar, perhaps they are siblings?
Why do these people look so strange, so fearful? What are they afraid of? The bad guy has been defeated by me.

Ye Wuyou subconsciously reached out and grabbed something beside him.

bo~
The big hand rummaged around in the ghost's chest, then took out a bottle of healing medicine that the narrator had once called dog food, and threw it to Song Yun in front of his surprised gaze.

Ye Wuyou opened the jade boxes one by one to check. After all, they were thousand-year-old precious medicines, so he had to take a closer look.

At last, seeing that the woman next to him had not left, Ye Wuyou looked up in confusion, only to see that she seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

"Is something wrong?"

Song Yun was obviously a little nervous and spoke hurriedly.

"Thank you. You are a good person just like her."

After saying something inexplicable, Song Yun turned and walked away, looking embarrassed, not knowing what he had just said.

Ye Wuyou was left there with a bewildered look on his face.

What the hell?
I can accept your praise and thanks to me, but who is this "she" you are talking about?
Then, Song Yun walked aside and smiled at her brother.

She first patted the jade box in her hand and then put it away carefully. Then she bent down and took out the bottle of medicine that Ye Wuyou had just given her in front of her brother.

"Brother, this medicine was given to me by the master just now. I took a look and it is a very good medicine for injuries."

But Song Ping's eyes were a little complicated, then he shook his head, grabbed Song Yun's arm, and whispered.

"How dare you use this... Go ahead, help me up and get down the mountain quickly."

"Is it so urgent? Your injury." Song Yun's eyes showed worry.

But Song Ping didn't care and sighed.

"Do you really think that everyone is a good person? He seems to be standing up for us, but in fact it is just a game between two forces. We are just people caught in the middle..."

Song Yun paused, wanting to retort that this shouldn't be the case, but in the end he nodded slightly.

Now that we have got the precious medicine back, let's not worry about anything else and just leave quickly.

What if the other party changes his mind?

The old man who was pressed under Ye Wuyou had cold eyes and spoke with anger and sarcasm.

"You idiot, you returned the precious medicine to them, thinking you were helping them? Haha, just those few useless people, the wealthy wolves down the mountain couldn't hold back any longer."

It is several dozen miles from here to Nanning City, which is not far, but not very close either.

At least for practitioners below the level of great supernatural powers, the road is a bit bumpy.

Ye Wuyou thought about it for a moment, then nodded, thinking that what the old man said made sense.

So he spoke calmly and called out to the few people who were about to leave.

"Wait a minute, you can't go like this."

Hearing the voice, several young people stopped in their tracks.

"Senior, you..."

"Why don't you just sell your precious medicine to the Luo family?"

The expressions of the young men changed from surprise and relief at surviving the disaster to disappointment.

What is coming will always come.

Ye Wuyou shook the wine jug that the old man had not finished drinking, found a cup and poured himself a glass, and said slowly.

"Don't look at me like that. If I wanted to rob you, I would have done it a long time ago. There's no need to waste time talking to you. However, with your level of cultivation, it's highly likely that you won't be able to reach Nanning City. We will buy it at a normal price, and the great master beside me will protect you all the way down the mountain. Of course, you can also choose to sell it to Wanbao Pavilion, but it will be 10% to 20% less there."

The choice is not difficult.

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In the darkness of night, the black flames burn slowly. Even if there is nothing but scorched earth left, it will never go out.

This is a corner of the three cities that were burned by [annihilation].

The Taoist monk who had met Ye Wuyou once before was now sitting cross-legged in the air. A surging aura spread from his body, like a big net, constantly wrapping up and suppressing the burning black flames below.

When the Qi came into contact with the black flame, it was dissolved in an instant. However, the Qi was so vast that the range of the black flame was slightly reduced.

"The bastards in Lingxue Pavilion deserted their posts. If I hadn't discovered it, I'm afraid they would have destroyed another city. When that old guy comes out, I'll give him a good beating."

The old immortal looked relaxed. While suppressing [Annihilation], he cursed Lingxue Pavilion and looked at an arc-shaped mirror light curtain in front of him.

Three things in one mind.

There seemed to be a figure flickering in the light curtain. If you were closer, you could see that it was Ye Wuyou.

The old man saw everything that happened to him outside Nanning Mountain.

"It's quite interesting. Yu Heng's realm is a bit low, but his character is still acceptable, and he also has his own little calculations..."

"Speaking of the Nanning Mountains... When did so many precious medicines appear there? I have been in seclusion for too long and I don't understand many things."

The old man's voice was filled with doubt, and then he looked at the light curtain again.

There seemed to be a layer of fog in the light curtain, and the human figure became a little blurry.

Is there fog in the mountains?
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The fifth-level old man from Lingxue Pavilion was staring at Ye Wuyou at this moment. For some reason, his emotions became more and more complicated.

He said in a low and hoarse voice.

"What's the point of doing this? Are you doing justice? You have no idea how much our Lingxue Pavilion has paid and lost in suppressing [Annihilation] over the years."

"Do you know why Baiyun Temple and Wuxing Sect didn't get involved? It's because they already recognized this matter. These precious medicines are our compensation, and they are what we deserve."

"You, you are so stupid. There are so few cultivation resources in this world. They should be in the hands of useful people."

The old man's voice became louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more excited, and the mixed emotions in his eyes turned into a strange anger.

Ye Wuyou just listened quietly, drank the still warm wine in the pot, and then spoke calmly.

"What you said is really ridiculous. It seems to make sense but is actually absurd. If you do business normally, even if you pay a little more and pay others according to the minimum price, I don't think you have done anything wrong..."

"What's the point of having more or less cultivation resources? People always worry about inequality rather than lack of them. Who are the useful people..."

The voice paused, then sounded again.

"When I came here, I did see the burning [annihilation] from afar, but I met a lot of victims on the way. Guess what they told me? They told me that the fields they worked hard on were burned, and even the houses were uninhabitable. If it was just a coincidence, it would be fine, but there were really a lot of victims, but I didn't see a single disciple of Ling Xue. This matter has nothing to do with me, but I am very curious, are you really suppressing [annihilation]? Why can you send so many people here now?"

The old man's eyes were filled with anger without him knowing.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly, finally thought of something, and said in a deep voice.

"Jingxin, your mind is too weak."

In addition to affecting oneself, "The Six Desires to Transform Demons Sutra" will also unconsciously aggravate the emotions of other people.

The more you like something, the more you like it; the more you hate something, the more you hate it.

However, these are very effective for ordinary people, but for Lu Chen and others, even for practitioners with firm minds, the impact is extremely limited.

But unexpectedly, the old man in front of him was distracted.

Ye Wuyou's words did not calm the old man down, but made him even angrier, with a hint of insult in his words.

"Ugh."

Ye Wuyou stood up and then stretched out his finger, as if he was about to tap the old man's forehead.

It’s too noisy, I’d better knock him out first.

The fingertips with energy touched the old man's forehead. A light condensed between the old man's eyes, and then he gently closed his eyes.

But the next moment.

He spoke as if muttering to himself, with a hint of anger.

"go to hell……"

In an instant, Ye Wuyou felt the world spinning around him, and his body fell backwards involuntarily.

There is one more chapter, it will be late, but it counts as today's

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