Chapter 555: As If Missing Out on a Hundred Million!

Naturally, Zhang Sanfeng also knew what Yu Xian said, so he nodded in agreement.

Their journey to the Central Plains was originally with a cautious and exploratory mindset. Facing this Spatial Barrier standing in their way, they naturally wouldn’t act rashly.

The two continued to pilot the spaceship forward; however, the ship was suddenly shaken by a powerful wave of fluctuations for a while. Fortunately, the two of them quickly stabilized the spaceship.

Looking ahead, they discovered a massive black warship appearing before them. The warship was forged entirely from an unknown Profound Iron, its hull covered in hideous bone spurs and runes, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of slaughter.

The warship’s deck was filled with Cultivators dressed in black armor, each with a fierce aura and eyes as cold as ice, locking onto their small spaceship with gazes like those of predators scrutinizing prey.

Leading them was a middle-aged Cultivator with a sinister face. A wild and cruel arc curled at the corner of his mouth, and he held a long saber entwined with black Qi.

That long saber pointed distantly at Yu Xian and Zhang Sanfeng, his voice as piercing as metal grinding: “Ants, obediently hand over the spaceship and all the treasures on your bodies, and perhaps I’ll leave you with intact corpses!”

Yu Xian and Zhang Sanfeng looked at each other. They had tried to keep a low profile all the way, and basically no conflicts had occurred in the mountains. They didn’t expect to encounter one just as they were about to leave this continent.

“Immortal Master, it seems we won’t be able to leave without a fight,” Yu Xian said to Zhang Sanfeng with a smile.

“Then let’s fight. I see their ship is quite good; it should be faster than our small boat,” Zhang Sanfeng said, stroking his beard as he flicked his Dusting Brush.

“Then let’s try not to damage the hull,” Yu Xian said, drawing the xuanyuan sword.

“Oho, still want to resist?” The sinister Cultivator sneered even more, as if he had heard some huge joke.

“Just the two of you? You dare speak of resistance before this seat? Things that don’t know death! Take them down. For the man, cripple his cultivation. For the woman… oh, there are no women. Then chop these two old things into pieces to feed this seat’s Demonic Beast!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clothed Cultivators behind him lunged forward like wolves and tigers. The spiritual light of the Magic Treasure in their hands flickered, and various attack methods blasted toward the small spaceship without mercy.

This was still the Douqi Continent, so they used Douqi and Dou Skills.

However, it was all fighting; what they used didn’t matter. What mattered was being able to kill!

Old thing! Damn it, it was one thing to call Zhang Sanfeng an old thing, but he actually called him an old thing too! Yu Xian was furious; if this could be endured, what couldn’t!

Yu Xian’s gaze turned sharp, and the xuanyuan sword hummed. A brilliant purple-gold Sword Qi broke through the air, directly slicing the Magic Treasure of the lead Cultivator into two. The powerful impact even sent that Cultivator flying back while coughing up blood.

Zhang Sanfeng’s figure flickered, his Dusting Brush swaying freely. The seemingly soft white silk threads contained immense power, neutralizing several incoming magical lights one by one. At the same time, he tapped his toes lightly on the spaceship’s deck, and his whole body floated up like willow catkins, heading straight for the black warship. He wanted to capture the leader first, directly taking down that leading sinister Cultivator.

Seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had already headed toward the leading Cultivator, Yu Xian didn’t compete with him; he figured Zhang Sanfeng was also angered by that “old thing” comment.

Yu Xian faced the remaining Cultivators, just in time to vent his anger on these guys. With a turn of his body, the xuanyuan sword brandished a cluster of fierce sword flowers, meeting the black-clothed Cultivators who were lunging forward.

Although these Cultivators had fierce auras, in front of him, they were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs. The purple-gold Sword Qi swept across everything; with every swing of the sword, a scream and a flying figure followed. In an instant, a large area of the deck was cleared.

Even the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King was split in half by his sword, let alone these Cultivators.

These Cultivators were only Fighting Master or Grand Martialist, and the leader was just a Dou Wang. The reason they could have such a large ship was probably because they came from some faction. Otherwise, how could a few Grand Martialist and a Dou Wang dare to be so arrogant!

Although Zhang Sanfeng had been traveling all this time, his cultivation hadn’t fallen behind at all; it had grown quite a bit compared to when he first arrived in this world.

At this moment, his figure was elusive, and the silver threads on the Dusting Brush seemed to turn into countless agile white snakes, weaving an airtight defense net in front of him, layer by layer entangling the black Qi long saber swung by the sinister Cultivator.

The sinister Cultivator originally thought Zhang Sanfeng was just an ordinary old Taoist, but he didn’t expect the opponent’s skills to be so eerie. For a moment, his weapon was actually entangled by the Dusting Brush, unable to move.

A flash of shock and anger crossed his eyes. He roared, and the Douqi in his body circulated frantically, attempting to shake off the Dusting Brush.

But Zhang Sanfeng’s inner strength was long and supple, like cutting water with a knife; when the fierce Douqi hit the Dusting Brush, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, silently neutralized into nothingness.

After Yu Xian finished off all the other Cultivators, he watched the battle from the side. Zhang Sanfeng wasn’t like him, taking out several with one sword; he seemed to be playing with that Cultivator. Or perhaps he was adapting to his current cultivation, which was why he wasn’t in a hurry to eliminate the man.

The more the sinister Cultivator fought, the more alarmed he became. He found that his Douqi was simply not worth mentioning in front of Zhang Sanfeng. Every block and every counterattack from the opponent was perfectly timed, as if he could predict all his movements.

He could even feel that Zhang Sanfeng wasn’t using his full strength at all, playing with him like a cat with a mouse.

This feeling of being looked down upon made him burn with rage, yet he was helpless. He could only watch as his subordinates fell one by one, while he was firmly pinned down by this seemingly ordinary old Taoist.

At this moment, he had only one thought: Run! Go back for reinforcements! These people were simply not a match for these two; they had kicked a steel plate this time!

Thinking of this, the Cultivator turned to run.

“Want to run? This old Taoist hasn’t agreed.” Seeing the man trying to flee, Zhang Sanfeng stopped playing. With a wrap of his Dusting Brush, he pulled the sinister Cultivator back directly. At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng’s figure was like lightning as he reached out with his hand like a claw, accurately gripping the sinister Cultivator’s shoulder.

Only a crisp “crack” was heard, and the sinister Cultivator’s shoulder blade shattered. He let out a shrill scream. The Douqi in his body instantly became chaotic, and his whole body went limp on the ground like a broken kite, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Zhang Sanfeng didn’t hold back either. With a pull of the Dusting Brush—crack—he snapped the sinister Cultivator’s head off in passing.

With a wave of his hand, Yu Xian threw all the corpses off the warship. Then he looked over the entire ship, feeling quite satisfied.

“Immortal Master, I’ve realized that we’ve been too low-profile along the way. We’ve missed out on so many good things!” Yu Xian said with some frustration, as if he had missed out on a hundred million!

Their cultivation wasn’t at the peak, but it wasn’t low either! If they had just scavenged a bit along the way, they would have been loaded.

“How about we go back?” Zhang Sanfeng said with a chuckle.

“…” Yu Xian was speechless.

“Real Person Zhang, you really know how to joke.”