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"Qingmo, are you sure? Making wild guesses based on just some feelings won't convince anyone."

Chen Minglu did not distrust Chen Qingmo, but the Yuanjian Sect had been fighting against the demonic path for so many years, how could any demonic cultivator dare to come over?

Chen Qingmo nodded solemnly, the divination image hanging high in his mind's eye, indicating that the matter was already a foregone conclusion.

He recounted his experience, deliberately emphasizing the strangeness of the rogue cultivators brought by the Wu family.

Based on his understanding of his nephew, Chen Minglu chose to believe Chen Qingmo.

"Then so be it. Tomorrow morning I will quietly inform President Zhao Hanfeng about this matter, and he will then relay it to Master Tiejian, so that he can pay close attention to the venue."

"Then I'll say I noticed something was off when I met this person; that way they'll take it to heart. Otherwise, someone as junior as you will just seem like you're worrying unnecessarily."

Chen Minglu pondered for a moment, then added a few more words.

"That would be best. I'll stay at the stall tomorrow too, and let your eleventh uncle go and search for materials."

Chen Mingyi was still a little worried, so he chose to go to the stall together.

Chen Qingmo nodded in agreement and then returned to his room to rest.

The next day.

Chen Qingmo continued selling goods at his stall as usual, but he was not as relaxed as he had been the previous two days.

He subtly glanced to both sides, trying to find any trace of the demonic cultivators.

Although the divination indicated that the demonic cultivator would only be exposed at the end of the trade fair, he wanted to take precautions in advance.

The morning passed quickly, and Chen Qingmo did not see the person from yesterday.

Chen Qingmo remained on high alert throughout the afternoon, daring not to let her guard down.

Uncle Nine, Chen Mingyi, was called away by a familiar cultivator and was no longer at the stall.

"Young man, how many spirit stones does this talisman cost?"

An old man came to Chen's stall and pointed to a Fire-Separating Talisman, asking a question.

"Old sir, a second-grade Fire Separation Talisman, priced at eighteen spirit stones."

Aside from selling one talisman on the first day, Chen Qingmo received no further inquiries.

The trade fair was nearing its end, but fortunately, most of the spirit rice and surplus materials brought from the family had been sold, earning a considerable amount of spirit stones.

"What are its effects?"

Seeing that the old man didn't know much about talismans, Chen Qingmo began to explain.

Just as his attention was diverted by the guests, a person walked in through the gate of the Jinquan Chamber of Commerce.

Using the crowd to conceal himself, he headed straight towards Chen Qingmo's location.

Chen Qingmo was explaining the effects of the talismans to the old man when he suddenly noticed a figure in front of the stall. Judging from the figure's appearance, it was the same person who had bumped into him yesterday. He immediately felt a sense of unease.

The man's lips curled into an unnatural, eerie smile, and his body gradually swelled, emitting wisps of red and black energy.

"Demonic cultivator, run!"

Chen Qingmo shouted loudly, then retreated rapidly, completely ignoring the old man in front of him.

Meanwhile, the other cultivators nearby were in a state of extreme panic, and the situation was completely chaotic.

Seeing that the demonic cultivator was about to self-destruct, Chen Qingmo released his spiritual power in an attempt to withstand it.

At the critical moment, a divine sense pressure descended, and the accompanying powerful spiritual energy bound the demonic cultivator's body, forcefully suppressing the momentum of his self-destruction.

"Iron Sword Master?"

Many cultivators were surprised and suspicious as they watched as Iron Sword Master swiftly captured the demonic cultivator.

Just as he was about to begin interrogating, the demonic cultivator suddenly lowered his head, his life force dissipated, and a trace of black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

died!

Everyone was alarmed; this was premeditated.

At this moment, everyone was drawn to the demonic cultivator who had appeared. Behind the Wu family's stall, which no one was paying attention to, Wu Zhenxin had just finished making a hand seal behind his back.

"Damn it, this Iron Sword Master ruined my plans."

Wu Zhenxin cursed inwardly, when suddenly he heard someone shouting his name.

"Wu Zhenxin!!!"

Zhao Hanfeng was furious. Just as the trade fair was about to end, a demonic cultivator actually appeared.

If the Chen family hadn't warned him in advance, and if Master Tiejian hadn't taken this matter very seriously, many people would probably be seriously injured or even killed by now.

The Chamber of Commerce will not only lose profits, but also damage its hard-earned reputation.

Upon seeing Wu Zhenxin approach, Zhao Hanfeng coldly questioned:

"Fellow Daoist Wu, explain yourself! Why are the people you brought demonic cultivators?"

Wu Zhenxin lowered his head, cupped his hands, and said tremblingly:

"President Zhao, I really don't know. This person joined our clan a few months ago. Seeing that his cultivation was decent, the clan leader agreed to the matter."

As you know, our Qi Refining families don't examine the cultivation methods of outsiders. The other rogue cultivators who came with me can testify to that.

"That's right, Chairman Zhao, we can testify to that."

Several independent cultivators spoke up to confirm this.

"Whether it is or not, I can find out with a simple check."

"Iron Sword Master!" he shouted, his divine sense pressing down directly on the Wu family members.

Instantly, their auras rippled outwards, revealing no trace of demonic cultivation.

"Go ahead and investigate. I'm not stupid enough to cultivate demonic arts."

Wu Zhenxin sneered inwardly. Only that one person possessed the aura of a demonic cultivator, and he had even killed him with a restriction.

The other independent cultivators knew nothing about this matter and thought that the person had hidden himself too well to be discovered.

Iron Sword Master frowned, withdrew his divine sense, and said to Zhao Hanfeng:

"Xiao Zhao, those people are definitely not demonic cultivators."

He then looked at the Wu family members, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"You'd better really not have any ties to the demonic path, or if I find out, I will wipe out your Wu family."

Iron Sword Master originally had a happy family. Although he embarked on the path of cultivation, he often returned home to visit his relatives.

But one time he went on a long journey and did not return home. When he finally came back, he found the house empty, the place in ruins, and a large pool of blood.

After inquiring with nearby villages where people had survived, he learned that a group of demonic cultivators had slaughtered several villages.

At that time, he was still a Qi Refining cultivator and unable to avenge his family.

After reaching the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he did not rush to seek revenge, but instead focused on breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

Unable to afford the Foundation Establishment Pill, he diligently cultivated, refining his cultivation to its peak, and finally broke through the Foundation Establishment barrier in his eighties.

After breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, he wiped out all the demonic cultivators in Lin Yuan County with just a rusty iron sword.

According to cultivators who visited later, the demonic cultivator stronghold was filled with mountains of bones, a sight that horrified anyone who saw it.

Four skulls hang on the blood-stained black banner, belonging to those who slaughtered the village.

After this incident, the cultivators respectfully called him the Iron Sword Master. More than fifty years have passed since then, and no demonic cultivators have appeared in Lin Yuan County since.

The reappearance of demonic cultivators today has reminded those who know what happened back then of the formidable reputation of Master Iron Sword.

Zhao Hanfeng snorted coldly, then addressed the assembled cultivators:

"This incident was caused by an oversight on the part of our Jinquan Chamber of Commerce, which has alarmed everyone. To show our sincerity, each participant in the trade fair will receive three mid-grade first-level Qi Refining Pills."

After speaking, he turned to look at Wu Zhenxin.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, since you brought this person here, shouldn't the Wu family also have to pay a price?"

"I won't let you take more. One-third of these Qi Refining Powders will be covered by your family; just hand them over to me in spirit stones. Do you have any objections?"

One mid-grade first-level Qi Refining Powder costs three spirit stones, and there are over a hundred cultivators participating in the trade fair. If each person takes three pills, they will receive over a thousand spirit stones.

If Zhao Hanfeng gets involved with the Wu family, the Jinquan Chamber of Commerce's losses can be reduced.

It might even boost his reputation, since no one was injured and he gave away so many pills.

Wu Zhenxin cursed inwardly, but appeared utterly sincere on the surface:

"It is only right. This matter is also the fault of my Wu family, and we should share Chairman Zhao's burdens."

Chen Qingmo watched from the side and found it all amusing.

Although he had no evidence, he felt that this demonic cultivator must have been created by the Wu family.

Wu Zhenxin's attempt to steal a chicken backfired, and he deserved his fate.