Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 483 Storage Bag

"what!"

A piercing scream echoed from the pitch-black mine.

Under the hazy, yellowish smoke, no one could see anything more than ten feet away; everything depended on their senses.

"what happened?"

"careful!"

Zhang, the bodyguard, tensed up, holding his knife and slowly retreating while protecting Yang Yi and Qian Hu.

"Get out of here first."

"But..." Qian Hu's face showed astonishment:
"Young Master is still here..."

"No need to worry about the young master," Zhang the guard shook his head.

"Take care of yourself first, he'll be fine."

"what!"

The screams resumed.

This time, the group heard it clearly; the shout did not come from Zhu Ju, but from Xu Qing, the Earth Rat.

How can it be?

Yang Yi looked puzzled.

Xu Qing was a notorious bandit who had roamed the three prefectures for many years and possessed a martial arts cultivation level of the seventh rank.

As for their young master, he was merely a wealthy young nobleman of the eighth rank.

Putting aside the difference in strength, the two are worlds apart in terms of combat experience alone.

"call……"

Just as he changed his mind, a sudden gust of wind arose in the arena.

A figure could be vaguely seen wielding a huge medicine shovel, its body transforming into afterimages as it launched a fierce attack on someone inside.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled.

The figure in the center stood on the ground, its body slightly expanding, and a burst of scorching heat surged out.

Yang Yi felt a terrifying, scorching force rushing towards him, as if the person standing in the arena was not a person, but a volcano.

An active volcano!

This intense heat was no illusion; the impact on the rocks in the cave had already caused cracks to appear on the surface.

It resembles cracks caused by intense heat.

Not only that.

Yang Yi felt his internal energy and blood begin to stir, as if they were about to burst into flames.

This is……

Martial arts will!

His eyes widened in shock.

My father clearly stated back then that only sixth-rank martial artists could come into contact with the martial arts will.

just now……

What is the situation?
He felt uncomfortable even from several meters away, so one can imagine how much pressure Xu Qing was under, who was so close.

If a tangible martial will were to strike him, his soul would tremble and his blood would burn. He could only rely on a sense of unwillingness to control his seventh-grade power and frantically swing the medicine shovel in his hand.

Smash him!
Only by smashing him can I live!

Fortunately, although the opponent had mastered the martial arts divine intent, his own cultivation level was not high, and his blood and qi were relatively weak.

"Peng!"

In a flash, Zhu Ju's fists shattered the medicine shovel with a seemingly simple yet profound fist technique.

The Eighteen Forms of Drilling Underground, which he had practiced diligently for many years, were broken after only two breaths.

next moment.

Xu Qing couldn't even see Zhu Ju's movements clearly; he only saw a huge fist, wreathed in flames, coming straight at him.

The violent force tore through the air like rumbling thunder, grazing his blocking arm and striking his chest.

"Peng!"

It felt as if a tremendous force had struck his chest, and a powerful, masculine energy roared through his body.

Xu Qing coughed up blood and flew backward, his eyes vacant and lifeless. He landed barely alive.

"Fancy."

Zhu Ju withdrew his fist, tapped the ground with one foot, and a long sword that someone had dropped fell into his palm.

He charged into the crowd with a long knife in hand, and amidst the flashing blades and splattering blood, the bandits fell like weeds being cut down.

…………

"puff!"

With a long sword piercing his chest, Xu Qing, the Earth Rat, was pinned to the wall.

Zhu Ju clapped his hands and gestured to the three people behind him:
"Clean it up." "Yes, sir."

Zhang, the guard, bowed and agreed, sheathed his long sword, and bent down to search through the corpses.

"..." Qian Hu looked completely bewildered.
"Master is so awesome!"

"Shut up," Yang Yi snapped.
"Get to work quickly."

Zhu Ju's strength was not actually that great, after all, Taiyuan Prefecture was not lacking in seventh-rank experts.

The reason why Xu Qing, the Earth Rat, is difficult to catch is not because he is strong, but because he is too cunning.

There are many people who are stronger than him.

but,
Zhu Ju's cultivation level is clearly only at the lower eighth rank!
This is very scary.

To kill a seventh-rank martial artist with the cultivation of a lower eighth-rank cultivator with ease is something that probably only disciples from top sects could do, and Zhu Ju was clearly not one of them.

Yang Yi is very sensible. He knows what he should ask and what he shouldn't ask, and what he should and shouldn't say.

"Oh!"

Although Qian Hu was slow-witted, he was obedient and, upon hearing this, hurriedly searched the corpse for valuables.

"Master."

Yang Yi's eyes flickered, and he asked:
"You just said that Xu Qing, the Earth Rat, is a half-demon?"

Qian Hu, who was engrossed in his work, stiffened slightly, his ears perked up, and his hands slowed down a beat.

"Ah."

Zhu Ju nodded:

"He has some kind of rat demon bloodline and has mastered a supernatural ability to release a dim yellow aura. Although it has little power, it can be used to conceal his figure when escaping and to make it easier to ambush his opponents."

“But…” Yang Yi looked surprised:
"I've heard that half-demons all have severed meridians and cannot cultivate. Why is Xu Qing able to?"

“Not all half-demons are the same,” Zhu Ju explained patiently.

"Most half-demons have the body of a severed meridian, possessing the physical body of a ninth-grade martial artist without cultivation. However, unless they consume certain rare and precious natural treasures, they will find it difficult to cultivate for the rest of their lives."

"However, there are always exceptions."

"Some demons possess powerful bloodlines. Offspring born from the union of such demons and humans are not only not born with incomplete bloodlines, but often also have considerable talent for cultivation. Some may even inherit the innate supernatural abilities of their demonic bloodline, however..."

Zhu Ju smiled and said:
"Most of these half-demons are very ugly. For example, this Earth Rat Xu Qing has a rat-like head and face and is obviously not human."

"Those who look normal are extremely rare."

talking.

He glanced at Qian Hu seemingly unintentionally.

Qian Hu's demon bloodline is extraordinary; even he would have had difficulty discovering it if not by chance.

"Oh!"

Yang Yi seemed to be deep in thought.

"Master."

Zhang, the head nurse, walked over carrying a dusty, palm-sized cloth bag, and frowned, saying:

"Besides the medicine shovel, this is the only thing Xu Qing has on him."

"Huh?" Zhu Ju raised an eyebrow and reached out to take it:

"Storage bag!"

"This is good stuff!"

"A storage bag?" Qian Hu's eyes lit up.
"A legendary artifact that can hold many things inside without changing its appearance?"

"It's the art of encompassing heaven and earth." Yang Yi also looked curious:
"It is said that only the hides of certain demons can be used to refine it, and only mages can use it."

"Oh!"

"Xu Qing is a practitioner of both magic and martial arts."

He shook his head with a regretful expression, saying that although this thing was good, they couldn't use it.

"Shh!"

Zhu Ju gently shook the storage bag in his hand, and a ten-tael silver ingot appeared in his palm.

Turn your hand.

The silver ingot disappeared.

"Luckily, I also practiced magic and have some magical power, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to use it."

With a calm smile, he opened his storage bag and collected everything in the room, then waved his hand:
"go!"

"Young Master," Zhang the guard said.
"Where do we go next?"

"Naturally, we'll head to the lair of the groundhogs." Zhu Ju walked towards the mine tunnel with his hands behind his back.

“He has wreaked havoc in the three prefectures for decades, looting and plundering. There must be many good things in his lair.”

"Now that the ringleader has been killed, we should plunder the area, and the three of you can share the spoils."

The three of them lit up and hurriedly followed.

(End of this chapter)