The martial arts arena became Shura purgatory.

Before the surviving family guards who were covered in sweat had time to calm down, three people suddenly fell from the sky. They smashed the stone slabs three times and lay on the ground coughing up blood. If I remember correctly, they were the three ancestors...

A slender figure fell down again, and his feet hit the ground with a loud bang that cracked the ground!

The survivors at the scene looked at the three legendary Jindan masters on the ground in horror, but two were missing. The previous battle to encircle and suppress the puppets was fierce, and no one noticed whether corpses fell from the sky.

Bai Yujun was very disappointed. The Nascent Soul monk was not in Bian City. It was a pity that the perfectly planned robbery and blackmail became no longer perfect due to his absence. He could only comfort himself with the belief that there is no time in his life.

He unscrupulously took away the storage bags and valuables from the three people, and gained a little. Thinking of the transaction with Ren Zhuo, he put the tip of the knife against the throat of one of them with an expressionless face.

"Ahem...no grudges, no grudges...why?"

"I am a merchant, and someone is buying your life. When you are planning other people's lives, have you ever thought about having no grudges or grudges?"

They were unreasonable when they had the upper hand, but suddenly remembered to be reasonable when they faced death after defeat. After years of hard work and reaching the golden elixir realm, no one wanted to die, so the three of them begged.

Ren Zhuo suddenly spoke.

"Sir, forget it, we have killed enough people."

Bai Yujun was stunned. Could it be that this kid suddenly had an epiphany and saw through the bloody chaos in the world?

"Are you sure you want to let them go? Maybe they will kill you tomorrow. Being kind to your enemies is being cruel to yourself. I advise you to think about it again."

After thinking for a moment, Ren Zhuo felt disheartened.

"When will the killing come to an end? I just want to get back the relics my father left for me."

Shrugging, it doesn't matter.

"You three, get up and let's go to the Ren family's old house."

These three people are still somewhat useful, at least they have a lot of convenience when doing things in the city. Bai Yujun is very interested in any relics left by Ren Canghai. It is not the kind of force that takes over his heart, but pure curiosity. The more mysterious it becomes, the more troublesome it becomes.

It has a sense of mystery, and I always feel uncomfortable if I don't take a look at it. Why not take the opportunity to see what kind of treasure it is before leaving.

After a bloody battle that left everything devastated, the tired group walked towards the desolate old house of the Ren family.

In just a few hours, the situation in the Liang Kingdom has changed dramatically, and the future is uncertain. People on the street are still living their small lives, completely unaware of the upcoming turmoil...

The group of people were lifeless, except for a certain Jiao Feng Qingyun, who suddenly remembered the Nascent Soul monk.

"By the way, where is your Nascent Soul Realm boss? I haven't seen anyone for a long time, wasting time in vain, which makes me very disappointed."

The three of them had twitching cheeks and cursed in their hearts that it was shameless to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. Why are you teasing us when you are in the Yuanying realm?

"Back to senior, Senior Zhang left for something and I don't know when he will come back."

"Pity."

"..."

The atmosphere was dull. The three unlucky men secretly lamented that their fate was at stake. Their careful calculations all failed in the end. They were also worried about being killed by this strange female nun whom they had never heard of before. They were worried and uneasy.

Ren Zhuo was thinking about what his father would leave him, a skill? A secret book? Or a top-grade elixir or a top-grade magic weapon. The once-familiar home was getting closer and closer. As he walked, he recalled the gradually blurred voices and smiles of his parents...

Walking into the old house of the Ren family, it was overgrown with weeds, cats and dogs running around, and it was in a state of depression.

At first, because the treasure left by Ren Canghai for his only son was not found, no one disturbed the house, and everything remained the same. It was also because of this rumor that Ren Zhuo lived to this day.

Ren Zhuo looked at Bai Yujun, who nodded to indicate it was okay.

Taking a deep breath, Ren Zhuo put down his sword and walked step by step to the door of the dilapidated hall. Following his memory, he found a somewhat damaged stone step under the gaze of everyone.

"First nine."

Count seven floor tiles forward from the damaged part of the stone steps and stand still.

"Sixth from the left."

"The first eight...the right ten."

The floor tiles were not arranged according to standard specifications and looked very messy. Finally, I stood in front of an ordinary floor tile and bent down to pry it open. I pulled out a heavy box from under the floor tile. After opening it, I found that it was filled with gold bars and a long, delicate jade.

box.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the jade box, with various expressions of greed and unwillingness changing on their faces.

The jade box was opened, and inside was a...picture scroll.

Ren Zhuo slowly opened the scroll with trembling hands. It was neither a secret meridian map nor a treasure map. There was a couple and a child in the painting. The man was majestic and smiling, and the woman Xiaojiabiyu was virtuous and gentle, with soft eyes watching the child stumble.

When he was just a toddler, a family of three were enjoying themselves in the garden. The painter's skills were superb and he painted the characters with rich expressions. When you look at the painting, you can feel the family happiness in it.

It's just a family portrait painting. Perhaps the most precious thing in the eyes of others is that the exercises are elixirs and magic weapons, but in the eyes of Ren Zhuo, it is a priceless treasure. His family is in the painting...

In addition, there is a letter.

The letter did not include any treasures, elixirs, or magic weapons. It was just a precautionary measure. The letter told him not to take revenge if something unexpected happened in the future, and to take the gold and scrolls away with him and never come back again. This box of gold was enough for anyone.

After Zhuo became a wealthy man, he had no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.

Bai Yujun took a high look at Ren Canghai. In this age where people are crazy about profit, it is rare to have such an idea. He may be hopeless, but he has the humanity to remember that he is a human being.

"Dad...Mom...wuwu..."

Ren Zhuo held the scroll in his hand and cried loudly, crying until he was hoarse...

Bai Yujun shook his head. These people tried their best to get the so-called leftover treasure, but they never expected that the treasure turned out to be just a piece of paper with no use. How ironic.

In the dilapidated and desolate house with dead trees and old crows, Ren Zhuo knelt down and cried bitterly, his cry sad.

The three seriously injured Jindan monks didn't know what to say. After years of planning, the result turned out to be like this. I didn't know whether to scold Ren Canghai for being too poor or for being too stupid. A broken painting or a box of gold could be regarded as treasures.

With the knife in hand, the three of them fell down and died in disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of keeping enemies for myself. I won't send them away until I leave."

After wiping off the blood and returning the sword to its sheath, the contract has been reached and there is no longer any relationship with Ren Zhuo. From now on, we part ways and go our separate ways.

Ren Zhuo carefully put away the scroll and held it in his arms, remaining silent.

"Boy, for the sake of a successful transaction, I'll give you an extra gift."

He grabbed Ren Zhuo and the box of gold and flew into the air, passing over the houses and city walls and heading northwest, without even looking at the chaotic Bian City behind him, which disappeared into the horizon.

I flew far and wide to find a peaceful town and dropped Ren Zhuo off.

"Take care of yourself."

After saying goodbye, he took off and continued flying northwest, looking for something at low altitude while flying. He soon found a figure running along the desolate ancient road, landed directly on the horse's back, held the reins, and galloped.

"Drive~!"
Chapter completed!