Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter 54 Three Monks

Looking at the three of them, and then at Wu Hongfei, Wang Chen and Lin Haoming couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about this guy. Regardless of whether Wu Hongfei noticed, the two subconsciously moved closer.

Wu Hongfei seemed to have guessed their thoughts. After collecting the three storage bags, he said, "Don't overthink it. You are Ruolan's people. As long as you listen to me here, I will definitely not let you suffer!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wu!" Wang Chen could only reply, but his mood was no longer as calm as before.

Lin Haoming noticed that Wu Hongfei then put the three storage bags he had obtained directly into his own storage bag.

Storage bags generally cannot be stacked, but with a skilled craftsman and sufficient materials, it's possible to create storage bags that can overlap, thus increasing their value a hundredfold.

Even if Wu Hongfei's storage bag could only overlap one layer of space, and the space wasn't large, it was still worth at least three thousand spirit stones.

Lin Haoming believed that someone who could use such a storage bag might indeed have caught the eye of some patriarch, and his thoughts of attacking him were suppressed.

Next, Wu Hongfei showed no sign of stopping. He quickly had the blood-sucking rats set off again, while casually burning the corpses of three people.

Seeing the three corpses burned, Lin Haoming felt a pang of heartache. These were the corpses of cultivators, just dead. If he had released his marrow-eating worms, he could have absorbed some spiritual marrow, but now everything was gone.

He continued searching and soon found two more groups of disciples from Heavenly Sword Mountain.

As before, Wu Hongfei acted ruthlessly upon seeing them.

When they first encountered fellow disciples, Wu Hongfei's attack caught them off guard, allowing him to succeed. Now, everyone was wary of him, and Wu Hongfei couldn't kill all three so quickly. However, with the help of Wang Chen and Lin Haoming, both groups were quickly wiped out.

After eliminating the first group, Wu Hongfei gave a storage bag to Wang Chen. After the second group of Tianjian Mountain disciples were killed, Wu Hongfei took one of the women's storage bags and tossed it to Lin Haoming.

Lin Haoming could tell that among the three, this woman had the lowest cultivation level, the same as himself at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Clearly, the contents inside were the worst, and it was a woman's item.

After receiving the items, Lin Haoming probed them with his divine sense and found that, as expected, besides some emergency pills, talismans, and some freshly mined spirit stones, there were only two magical artifacts: a fiery red silk scarf and a set of flying needles. However, both were only mid-grade magical artifacts, offering little benefit against true experts, but something was better than nothing.

Just as Wu Hongfei was about to burn the three of them and continue searching for the others, the vampire rat suddenly stopped sucking blood and began to squeak.

"Someone's coming!" Wu Hongfei immediately warned, then looked towards a natural passage.

Every competition has rules. In this competition for the spirit stone mine, besides not being allowed to bring spirit stones in for counting purposes, they also couldn't bring treasures that could allow their companions to communicate. Once inside the mine, everything was up to the three companions to manage. This was why Lin Haoming and Wang Chen wouldn't easily leave Wu Hongfei's side.

The group had already heard footsteps; the footsteps were very rapid. From the approaching figure, it was clear the newcomer had no intention of concealing themselves, indicating considerable strength and confidence – a trait reminiscent of Wu Hongfei.

In the blink of an eye, three bald monks appeared before them.

Upon seeing the three monks, Lin Haoming and the others were startled, realizing they were identical.

The three recalled seeing three similar-looking monks before; they hadn't expected to encounter them again.

The three monks appeared to be under twenty years old, each dressed in grey robes.

Upon arriving, the three monks immediately stopped. Looking at the three on the ground, one monk shook his head helplessly, sighing with compassion, "Amitabha! You three have broken your vow of murder!"

"Brother, what should we do when we encounter such a vicious assailant?" another monk asked, seemingly puzzled.

The last monk, who hadn't spoken, answered resolutely, "If I don't go to hell, who will? Killing one means killing millions. Slaying demons and monsters is our duty!"

"Senior brother is right!" The other two monks seemed to suddenly understand.

Looking at the three monks' pretentious behavior, Lin Haoming felt nauseous. Recalling the words of the Weeping Ancestor, he realized these monks were indeed no good; calling them hypocrites was accurate.

"Hmph! Are you done talking nonsense? Then die!" Wu Hongfei, now impatient, directly slashed at the three with his sword.

Although Wu Hongfei was a cultivator, except when flying, he acted like a chivalrous knight-errant, always wielding a large sword.

He did this because he was also a body-refining cultivator.

Lin Haoming had carefully observed him beforehand; the sword in his hand was extremely heavy, weighing at least three thousand jin.

Such a heavy sword, combined with his own strength, was a force to be reckoned with; how many could withstand its power?

As soon as he attacked, Wang Chen and Lin Haoming rushed to either side of the passage, blocking the three monks' retreat.

Because it was a naturally formed stone cave, its width varied, and even the widest part was no more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) high, with one guarding each side, passing through wouldn't be easy.

The moment they clashed, the three monks immediately sensed Wu Hongfei's terrifying power.

The instant Wu Hongfei attacked, the three monks swiftly summoned their magical implements: a begging bowl, a wooden fish, and a candlestick.

However, before these implements could even be used, Wu Hongfei swung his greatsword, cleaving the wooden fish in two, and then slashed down at one of the monks.

The other monk, seeing this, immediately activated his begging bowl to defend.

A loud clang rang out, and the begging bowl was shattered by the greatsword. Fortunately, the alms bowl was a mid-grade magic artifact. Even after it shattered, it at least blocked some of the power, protecting the person it was meant to protect. But even so, the three monks' expressions turned extremely grim.

“This place is too small, it’s disadvantageous for us. Should we retreat for a while?” one of the monks shouted.

“Use your trump card!” another monk disagreed.

“Use your trump card!” the last monk also refused to leave.

The three monks were quite amusing. After a two-to-one vote, the last monk, who was still controlling the candlestick, immediately slammed it down towards Wu Hongfei. At the same time, all three simultaneously tapped their storage bags, and one of them produced a string of Buddhist prayer beads with thirty-six beads.

The three monks moved in unison, simultaneously casting a spell on their prayer beads. The beads instantly shone brightly, then the three strings of beads shattered, transforming into specks of azure starlight that shot directly towards Wu Hongfei.