The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1280 - 547 Excessive Bullying Blood Tiger Gang_2

Chapter 1280: Chapter 547 Excessive Bullying Blood Tiger Gang_2

Of course, what he did not know was that his so-called Master was originally the conjuncture of the blood Qi Yuan had shed in the game.

In a way, it was Qi Yuan’s blood clone.

Even though their appearances were different, he would see them as identical.

"My soul has died, but I am still alive," Qi Yuan said.

"Soul died? Person alive?" Zhao Yan was baffled.

Why didn’t it make sense when I know all the words?

Qi Yuan glanced at the coffin, his face showing regret.

Now the plan had failed, and he could not lie in the coffin any longer.

"Let’s go home," Qi Yuan said.

He was planning to continue Returning to Mortality at home.

Zhao Yan paused, his expression tense, "Master, you killed people from the Blood Tiger Gang, they won’t let us go!"

Zhao Yan was very anxious.

In Yunxue City, apart from Thornblood and the Aristocrats, it was the factions like the Blood Tiger Gang that were the most powerful and ruthlessly exploited the lower class.

Behind the Blood Tiger Gang were members of Thornblood, the Blood Tiger cultivators.

The Blood Tiger cultivator was once a powerful Cultivator who, after joining Thornblood, had transformed himself into a Blood Tiger.

Facing such a faction, ordinary mortals had no chance or right to resist.

They only had the options to be exploited or join the gang.

"What, the Blood Tiger Gang won’t let me Return to Mortality?" Qi Yuan widened his eyes in anger, "How can people be so evil? I have not offended them, just quietly being a normal person, yet... they dare to seek revenge on me!"

Qi Yuan was really angry.

A good person driven to desperation can be deadly.

He was just quietly lying in the coffin, sleeping.

But he was disturbed.

Now preparing to go home and continue Returning to Mortality, the Blood Tiger Gang went too far!

Zhao Yan blinked, still a bit confused, but he carefully suggested, "Master... should we leave Yunxue City? Otherwise, if the Blood Tiger Gang comes after us, we might suffer a terrible fate."

Though his Master’s combat prowess was formidable just now, not inferior to a cultivator.

But inside Yunxue City, the notion that Thornblood was invincible was deeply ingrained.

After all, Thornblood could communicate with the Deceit God!

That was a God high above the heavens!

"Fleeing won’t solve the problem," Qi Yuan shook his head, his voice thoughtful, "If I run away, wouldn’t I be letting them bully me for nothing?"

"Are we supposed to... take revenge then?" Zhao Yan murmured.

How could common folk fight against a gang?

Except for some lone wanderers outside the city, no one dared provoke the gang.

And those lone wanderers also dared not enter the city, for if they did, they would be captured by Thornblood.

"What revenge? This is self-defense," Qi Yuan stated matter-of-factly, "However, perhaps we’re being overly suspicious. What if the Blood Tiger Gang doesn’t bother me?"

Qi Yuan thought again.

Since he was Returning to Mortality, he couldn’t harbor too much hostility.

What if the people from the Blood Tiger Gang were actually sweethearts, and as antagonists, were very polite?

After all, the big antagonist Eunuch Cao from a certain TV show was also exceedingly polite.

He mustn’t wrongly accuse good people.

"Let’s go, back to sleep," Qi Yuan decided to go back and sleep.

He had been lying in the coffin for too long and felt like he smelled of a dead person.

...

Li Xi Street.

The morning light shone, resembling spilled blood.

The common people here got up early, dressed briefly to go to work.

Perhaps due to consuming too little and too poor food, every one of them looked malnourished.

Wu Xiang, wearing a long robe that seemed to have been stripped from a corpse, frowned and said.

"That white-haired man is dead?"

Wu Lian nodded, "He died just a few days ago, even the bigwigs of Thornblood came to investigate."

Mentioning this, Wu Lian felt a slight sense of loss.

That white-haired man was her neighbor, in Li Xi Street where everyone was malnourished, he was considered a handsome hunk.

Wu Lian often sneaked peeks at him.

That white-haired man’s appearance hadn’t changed over a dozen years, so Wu Lian guessed that he was a Cultivator.

"What a pity, he was a Cultivator, otherwise we could have recruited him to boost our strength," Wu Xiang said.

He came from outside the city, a member of the Rebel Army.

They absorbed many Cultivators to overthrow the rule of Thornblood.

However, the gap between them and Thornblood was too large, they could only stay outside the city like defeated dogs.

Wu Xiang set aside these thoughts, he lowered his voice and said, "Wu Lian, this time you have to leave with me, I’ve already cleared all the channels."

On hearing this, Wu Lian’s face lit up with surprise.

Although life inside the city was better than outside, where one didn’t have to worry about when they might be devoured by Strange Spirits.

But she was different, she had been targeted by Thornblood, waiting to be sent to the Hall of Rebirth when she turned eighteen, to become a breeding tool for Strange Spirits.

"Okay!" Wu Lian nodded solemnly.

However, just then Wu Xiang’s expression suddenly changed, "Not good, Blood Tiger Gang!"

He looked outside the courtyard, only to see a group of about a dozen people dressed in Blood Tiger Gang uniforms approaching, their aura fierce.

Wu Xiang’s face instantly turned pale, knowing that there was a traitor within the Rebel Army, someone had betrayed him.

"What should we do!"

"What should we do!"

At this moment, his heart was anxious, but someone was even more anxious than him.

That person was Zhao Yan.

Since returning to the courtyard yesterday, he hadn’t slept at all, keeping a vigilant watch outside with panda eyes, in fear of trouble from the Blood Tiger Gang.

Sure enough, at the crack of dawn, about a dozen from the Blood Tiger Gang appeared, their presence threatening.

And from their uniforms, they were inner hall disciples.

The combat power of the inner hall disciples was not something ordinary disciples could match.

"Not good, not good, Master, the Blood Tiger Gang is coming to kill us!"

Zhao Yan shouted anxiously.

Inside the house, Qi Yuan, who was eating porridge, found his meal less appetizing.

"Sigh... it seems I still imagined this world too beautifully!"

"Did I not just kill a few of you in self-defense?"

"How dare you come for revenge!"

"I just want to live in peace, returning to mortality, minding my own business. You all forced my hand!"

Qi Yuan gritted his teeth and smashed the bowl in his hand onto the ground.

He then picked up a hoe from the corner of the wall and strode outside the courtyard with a majestic gait.

"Bastards of the Blood Tiger Gang, you’ve gone too far!"

Qi Yuan stepped out of the courtyard, voice booming, hoe in hand facing those dozen inner hall disciples.

The hoe in his hand slammed to the ground!

Imposing to an extreme degree!

The only downside was that perhaps too much force was applied, and the handle loosened and fell off, splitting the hoe in two.

Qi Yuan now only held a wooden stick.

The disciples of the Blood Tiger Gang were stunned, looking completely baffled.

"Who is he?"

"What are you doing?"

"Wait, isn’t he that white-haired cultivator, the one who died?"

"How is he alive?"

"Has he resurrected?"

The inner hall disciples of the Blood Tiger Gang murmured among themselves, some bewildered and confused.

In the neighboring courtyard, Wu Lian also covered her mouth, "How is he alive!"

She had personally mourned Qi Yuan and even ate at his memorial feast.

Now here was Qi Yuan, wielding a hoe, blocking the people from the Blood Tiger Gang.

What was going on?

The face of the Blood Tiger Gang’s minor leader changed repeatedly; the situation before him was somewhat eerie.

However, right now, they were busy trying to capture the rebels; they had no time to delay with Qi Yuan.

"Hey, could there be some misunderstanding here? We are here to catch your neighbor; her courtyard harbors members of the Rebel Army!" the minor leader of the Blood Tiger Gang said.

After all, this man was a cultivator, and his strength was unknown, any delay might allow the rebels to escape, and that would be a big loss.

"Hmph, do you think I don’t have a brain?" Qi Yuan disdainfully said, "You pretend to capture rebels, but in reality, you want to lower my guard to capture me!"

The minor leader of the Blood Tiger Gang was taken aback.

Had they encountered a fool?

"Hmph, the same trick won’t fool me twice," Qi Yuan said coolly, "Last night I trusted you too much, thinking you were magnanimous and wouldn’t trouble me.

Yet, not only did you come to trouble me today, you repeated the trick, thinking I’d be fooled again!"

"???" The minor leader looked confused.

What last night, what trick?

Why couldn’t he understand the words of this white-haired man?

His expression turned grim, no longer polite, "Since you don’t drink the toast, you must drink the penalty, brothers, kill him!"

Seeing this, Qi Yuan’s face showed a hint of a wise man’s brilliance, "See, didn’t I expose your true intentions, no more pretending, right?"

Qi Yuan, with a handle-less hoe, or rather a stick, stood in front of the Blood Tiger Gang members.

"Anyone who dares to hinder my return to mortality must die!"

A thought flashed through Qi Yuan’s mind.

Returning to mortality here, every day someone interrupted.

Maybe... just kill all those who wanted to disturb?

Wouldn’t he then be able to return to mortality in peace?

Thinking so, a new plan began to form in Qi Yuan’s mind.