Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 524: Asking for the Dao Sect

In recent years, Taiyuan Prefecture has been free from banditry and internal troubles. In addition, the Sanhe Gang has been constantly expanding waterways, making commerce prosperous. The people live and work in peace and contentment, with no shortage of rice and grain, and merchants in the city make a profit every year.

But to say they are extremely wealthy would be an understatement.

This world.

Wealthy families take the lion's share of the profits, while others can only pick up scraps from businesses that these families don't even consider worthwhile.

Unless one establishes a connection with the Zhou family like the Zhu family, one can barely get a share of the profits.

The annual tax revenue is not a small amount.

Martial arts guild.

The heads of many martial arts schools gathered together, each with a gloomy expression and worried eyes.

"Taxes are fine, we can always scrape together the money and pay them."

"but……"

Qu Qian, the master of the Gale Martial Arts Academy, spoke in a low voice:
“Each martial arts school sends a rank-3 martial artist to join the ranks and go out of the city to kill demons, but it is too difficult for them.”

"Yes," Master Ma, nicknamed "Divine Fist and Iron Spear," nodded in agreement.

"Taiyuan Prefecture is just a small place. Ranked martial artists are core disciples in any martial arts school."

"Ten people..."

"Let's not even talk about whether we can gather them all. Even if we do, the core disciples of the martial arts school have all been wiped out. And given the current situation, going out of the city to kill demons is a nine-out-of-ten chance of death. Who would be willing to go?"

His words drew agreement from many martial arts school owners.

"Not bad!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"..."

“Silver could be used instead, but ten thousand taels per person is too outrageous.”

Someone said:
"Ten thousand taels of silver wouldn't even buy my life!"

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Zhang Yi, the guild leader and owner of the Famous Sword Martial Arts School, stood up and pressed his hands down in a gesture of respect.

"This is the order of the prefect, not the imperial court. If we can work together, we may not be unable to disobey."

"The martial arts guild has thousands of apprentices and many martial artists of the rank of rank. Among the guild leaders are many seventh-rank masters. Even the lord of the prefecture has to give them some face."

"good."

"exactly!"

"..."

All the martial arts school owners nodded in agreement.

They were well aware of their purpose in gathering here: to unite against exploitation.

in previous years.

The taxes paid by martial arts guilds are much lower than those paid by ordinary merchants, which is why the lord of the prefecture doesn't dare to push them too hard.

One martial arts school is nothing, but dozens of martial arts schools gathered together form a force no less powerful than the Zhou and Nie families.

"boom!"

Just as everyone was discussing this, a loud bang suddenly came from outside, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Everyone."

A man dressed in the uniform of the Qianniu Guard walked in.

He wore a crown with the character "山" (mountain) on his head and an indigo long robe embroidered with animal patterns, the edges of which were interwoven with gold and silver lines, exuding both majesty and nobility. He faced the group of martial arts school owners with a calm expression.

He was followed by more than ten people, most of whom were wearing the same uniform.

Only three people stood out from the crowd.

"What a coincidence!"

"Since everyone is here, I don't need to go back and forth between each house."

He Minglong, a trusted confidant of Yan Ji, the prefectural commander of Taiyuan Prefecture, clasped his hands in a respectful bow to the crowd.
"I'm sure you all know the Lord's orders, so please hand over the enlistment list."

"Master Zhang, would you please go first?"

"Brother He," Zhang Yi said slowly, his brows furrowed.
"The Lord's demands are too harsh. Would it be possible to relax them a bit?"

"What makes you say such a thing, Master Zhang?" He Minglong's face darkened as he shouted.

"When demons wreak havoc, every citizen has a responsibility. As citizens of the Divine Dynasty and under its protection, you should step forward to slay the demons and eliminate evil."

"Could it be..."

"You don't want to?"

"It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that it's difficult." Zhang Yi gritted his teeth:
“Brother He knows very well that some martial arts schools are already struggling to survive and simply cannot gather ten rank-level martial artists.”

"We simply cannot afford to use silver instead."

He absolutely did not want to argue with the city lord's mansion unless absolutely necessary; it would be best if both sides could compromise.

"That's your own business," He Minglong sneered, showing no intention of backing down.
"I see that everyone here is a master, more than enough to gather. Could it be that you are unwilling to serve the Divine Dynasty?"

"boom!"

Qu Qian, the master of the Gale Martial Arts Academy, slammed his fist on the table and glared angrily at them:

"He Minglong, don't try to bully us. Do you really think we're afraid of you?" *Whoosh...*

The martial arts school owners stood up, their seventh and eighth-grade qi and blood flowing together like layers of mountains falling down.

There were even two sixth-grade auras mixed in, which caused He Minglong's expression to change abruptly.

The martial arts school does more than just teach martial arts; they also handle tasks such as escorting goods, hunting demons, and killing bandits.

How could a group of people who have emerged from pools of blood be weak?

"how?"

at this time.

Of the three people behind He Minglong, one of them slowly stepped forward, coldly surveying the entire scene:

"Are you planning a rebellion?"

This person is not very old, probably around twenty years old, with a handsome face and a cold and aloof demeanor.

I initially thought he was a junior of He Minglong, but now it seems that's not the case.

Although he was young, he possessed a unique charm. With the slight tremor of the long sword at his waist, he single-handedly suppressed the chaotic and violent aura in the arena.

Rank 6, Upper Grade!
Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed:

"Who is your Excellency?"

"Fang Zhuo of the Dao Seeking Sect." The young man clasped his hands in a respectful bow, facing the sky.
"The Divine Dynasty has issued an order: the chaos in the East Sea has become apparent. All sects are dispatching their disciples to exterminate the demons. It is truly a rebellion."

“We are here to help on the orders of our elders.”

"Humph!"

"No wonder there are so many demons in the East Sea. With incompetent people like you around, how could the demons not succeed?"

"Youngster!" Master Ma, the master of the Divine Fist and Iron Spear Martial Arts School, roared angrily.

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

"Insolence!" Fang Zhuo's face darkened, and he instantly appeared in front of Master Ma.

"puff……"

The sword light flashed only briefly, and a sword mark appeared on Master Ma's throat.

The sword mark was initially inconspicuous, but it cracked open in an instant, spurting blood, and Master Ma also fell to the ground.

Not a single word agrees.

He actually killed someone!
"father!"

Behind him, a young man's face changed drastically upon seeing this, and he rushed forward with a sorrowful cry:
"You killed my father!"

"Not bad." Fang Zhuo's eyes narrowed.
"You want revenge?"

The young man froze, a struggle on his face, but before he could speak, a sharp sword pierced his heart.

"You have murderous intent in your heart; I cannot let you live!"

"Ugh!"

The woman among the three from the Dao Seeking Sect shook her head and sighed softly:
"Although Junior Brother Fang's Bloodstained Sword is powerful, it is too detrimental to one's mental state, so we should be more careful."

"Yes." The other person nodded in agreement.
"But it's alright, they're just ordinary people."

As the two were talking, Fang Zhuo's unbridled killing also aroused the anger of the martial arts school.

"Master Ma!"

"Junior brother!"

"This is outrageous! Let's fight him!"

"Go together!"

"..."

"Shh!"

"Pfft!"

The sword light resembled a blood-red lotus, blooming amidst the crowd, with severed limbs flying as it was drawn back and released.

In just a few moments, the floor of the huge hall was soaked with blood.

Fang Zhuo stood in the center of the arena, holding the blood sword, and coldly swept his gaze around. The surviving members of the martial arts school all retreated one after another.

The martial arts school owner and his fellow students who had made any unusual moves were all killed by him.

Draw your sword.

Someone died.

Whether it's the eighth rank or the seventh rank, it's the same.

Even Zhang Yi, the guild leader with a sixth-grade cultivation level, felt a chill run down his spine upon witnessing this scene.

Both were of the sixth rank.

He probably wouldn't be able to withstand more than a few moves if he went up there.

"Wendao Sect!"

His face twitched, his teeth clenched, and he slowly lowered his head:
"As expected of disciples of a sect, we are inferior and are willing to obey orders."

(End of this chapter)