Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1042: Wealth Is In Trouble

Chapter 1042: Wealth Is In Trouble

The moment those words left his mouth, two gusts of wind swept past. Amalia and Kenny Lin were gone.

"What... what just happened?" The messenger looked utterly bewildered.

Gaon Chen sighed. "Amalia is our Martial Aunt name. She was standing right in front of us just now. The other is our Martial Uncle, his name is Kenny Lin." His expression grew serious.

"It seems that the person being attacked wasn’t lying. He really does know our Martial Aunt. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have left so quickly. Let’s go and see for ourselves."

"Wealth must be in trouble," Amalia said with certainty as she and Kenny Lin sped toward the mountain gate.

"Don’t panic. It might just be a minor issue," Kenny Lin said, trying to reassure her.

"No. If it were just a minor issue, the Pixiu wouldn’t have specifically come to the Green Lotus Sect to find us," Amalia said, quickening her pace. The Green Lotus Sect had strict rules about flying in certain areas, but she didn’t care at the moment.

The two figures flashed by, drawing the attention of some disciples below. Just as they were about to investigate, Gaon Chen rushed up in a panic and stopped them from doing so.

...

A moment earlier, outside the gates of the Green Lotus Sect.

"I’ve already told you—I didn’t steal anything from them. These people have been chasing me all this way because they covet my treasures," Zhar’khaen said, his face dark and his gaze icy as he glared at the three human cultivators who had been hunting him since he left the Devil Battlefield. They demanded he hand over his treasures.

Had it not been for a mission he was currently undertaking—one that required him to avoid unnecessary entanglements—he wouldn’t have let these people slander him so easily.

"Friends of the Green Lotus Sect, this thief wouldn’t have been chased all the way here if he hadn’t stolen from us. I hope you will help uphold justice," said Daegang Zhang, cupping his hands respectfully.

As a Deity Transformation stage cultivator, Daegang Zhang’s courtesy toward cultivators who is cultivation lower than him was enough to win the favor of the onlookers.

"Ha! Justice?" Zhar’khaen sneered, his rage boiling. "You three greedy and lying scumbags dare talk about justice? Your very existence pollutes the heavens and earth. One day, the heavens will surely strike you down!"

"You claim we’re lying? Then show us your treasures. Let’s examine them. Wouldn’t that settle everything?" Daegang Zhang replied calmly, his composure only aggravating Zhar’khaen further.

Zhar’khaen’s expression darkened. These cunning humans were clearly betting on his reluctance to show his possessions.

And they were right—he couldn’t. Among the things he carried were items that, if exposed, could reveal his true identity.

Zhar’khaen wasn’t afraid of being exposed himself, but he feared implicating others—especially the sacred ground and his young master.

The onlookers, noting Zhar’khaen’s fury and comparing it to the calm demeanor of Daegang Zhang and his companions, couldn’t help but lean toward the latter.

"Why should I have to prove anything to them?" Zhar’khaen snapped, exasperated. "I’ve already said I’m here to find someone in the Green Lotus Sect. Her name is Amalia. Just go and ask. If you tell her the words ’Wealth,’ she’ll know it’s me."

"Friend, you’ve only given us a name, Amalia. But surely you must tell us which peak she belongs to and who her master is. Otherwise, we can’t go around asking at every peak on your behalf."

The crowd gathered to watch the scene included some inner disciples, but very few of them seemed to know the name Amalia.

"How would I know which peak she belongs to? I only know her name is Amalia," Zhar’khaen said, his expression dark and brooding.

The questioning disciple looked troubled. Without more information, it wasn’t possible to check every peak for her.

"Fellow Daoists, there’s no need to keep asking. The situation is already clear," Daegang Zhang interjected, his tone growing more resolute. "This man is lying. He doesn’t know any disciple from the Green Lotus Sect. He’s just stalling for time and trying to use the sect’s reputation to scare us off so he can keep the treasure he stole from us."

Daegang Zhang glared hatefully at Zhar’khaen.

"That treasure was left to me by my father before he passed away. It’s more precious than my own life-bound treasure. He could steal anything else, but not this!"

At this, Daegang Zhang’s voice choked with emotion. "My father died heroically on the Devil Battlefield. When he fell, not even his remains were recovered—only this treasure was left behind. It’s my sole keepsake of him in this world. I can’t give it up."

"He’s so pitiful!" Ryeong Li, an emotional young woman in the crowd, couldn’t help but feel sympathy.

"Truly pitiful," another disciple echoed. "Over the years, so many of our sect’s brothers and elders have perished on the Devil Battlefield. Some left no family, while others had families waiting for them. The saddest ones are always their families."

"Sigh, this reminds me of my uncle. He also died on the Devil Battlefield, leaving only my aunt and cousin to depend on each other."

Daegang Zhang’s heartfelt speech resonated with many disciples, evoking a wave of emotions and even creating a sense of camaraderie.

"You’re all a bunch of idiots. It’s obvious this guy is lying, and you still believe him?"

Just as the crowd was lost in their emotions, Zhar’khaen’s mocking voice rang out, cutting through the sentimentality like a blade.

Some disciples froze, their faces stiffening, and their brows furrowed in displeasure. The more they looked at Zhar’khaen, the less they liked him.

"Senior brother, I think we’ve figured out the truth," Ryeong Li said angrily. "This guy must’ve stolen the artifact from those three!"

"Don’t jump to conclusions so quickly," Hong Li replied calmly. "We aren’t involved, and neither side has concrete evidence. How can you be so sure who’s lying and who isn’t?"

"But he called us idiots! If he had nothing to hide, why would he be so defensive? And we didn’t even accuse him of anything. With that kind of temperament, doesn’t it make sense that he’s probably a bad person?" Ryeong Li retorted, stomping her foot.

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