115 Thirteen Staff-Using Monks (1/2)

The world of martial artists was in great chaos.

In a single day, all the forces of power who were sent out of the city by their sects were ambushed and attacked by the Forest Union! The large numbers of Blessed Realm bandits were led by a few Mystical Realm bandits, who were tigers akin to tigers who had gained wings. They easily destroyed most of the groups from the sects protecting the tributes, and the scenes of them being annihilated like a knife had sliced through butter was something no one could bear to watch.

Aside from a few strong groups who were able to endure the bandits' attack through laborious effort, there were only a few who unhesitantly abandoned the tributes and fled when they saw that the situation was bad for them. All the sects who fought were completely slaughtered!

There were quite a number of players who wanted to butt in to profit from the chaos, but once they were revived in Guanlin Temple, they knew just how bad the situation was for them.

The tributes that were supposed to be offered to the emperor on his birthday were not items that they were entitled to take!

The Forest Union stabbed them in the back while they fought against each other. Their abilities were greatly reduced, and they did not have the power of the imperial court to protect them. Like that, most of the tributes were snatched by the bandits. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Of course, there were also unique exceptions.

A few players caught wind of a new development from the battle replays recorded in different regions.

The groups who had only a few tribute boxes would be attacked by only a few bandits. The chances of bandit leaders in Mystical Realm appearing were also reduced. Only the big sects who had looted the tributes wantonly and had lots of them attracted numerous bandits. The bandit leaders in Mystical Realm would join the fight against them, and they would die even faster!

Hence, on that day, the teams that escort few tributes but had great power managed to successfully block a few waves of ambushes, and they did not lose the tributes in their hands.

The rarer an item was, the more valuable it was!

Due to the bloody tragedies that were caused by the players themselves when they looted the tributes from everywhere in the beginning of the quest and the answer of the imperial court as well as the Forest Union, the tributes that were still left in the hands of a handful of players became even more valuable. The sects began to search for their location at all costs.

In truth, if most of the sects could promise each other not to encroach on each other's tributes and grow strong together, it would have been fine. However, the valuable treasures, manuals, and medicine they'd had were lost, so there was no way they would just watch as a handful of people used those items to become stronger than them.

Under the trend stirred by benefits, greed, and ambition, an even more bloody massacre began in the world of martial artists.

Even Shaolin Temple, who was respected for its high moral integrity among the other sects, was dragged into the disaster that made all the wanderers' faces pale when they heard about it.

Zhengzhou had Mount Song.

Thirteen staff-using monks charged quickly through a government-made road at the foot of the mountain. Each of them had blood and dirt on their faces, and they looked exhausted.

Behind them was a carriage carrying a tribute, but it no longer had its flag nor a canopy. There were three brocade boxes in it. As the horse pulled the carriage, it rattled forward with loud noise.

”We're almost there!”

A group of Shaolin disciples with Jieba dots[1] on their heads cast a glance at Mount Song, which towered into the sky, and released breaths of relief. Excitement and enthusiasm shone in their eyes.

”Let's work a little harder! In just half a mile, we'll reach Shaolin temple's territory!”

The group was elated. They patted the horse and made it hurry forward.

”Careful! There's someone!”

When they passed by a pavilion, the people in the lead focused their gazes up ahead and alerted the people behind them.

Bright light lit up in the eyes of the monks. Their robes fluttered, and their qi surged. They looked at the pavilion that was not too far from them!

The pavilion built at the foot of Mount Song was very simple and crude and was used by passersby to stop and rest. It was made of thatch and logs. There was a stone table in the middle, along with a few stone blocks serving as stools.

At that moment, there were two players sitting in the pavilion, and though they seemed friendly, they were actually at odds with each other.

One of them was a middle-aged man with an unkempt face. He hugged a pot of wine while drinking without control in front of the stone table, as if he wanted to forget himself. He would occasionally smack his lips.

”Good wine!” He sounded as if he was enjoying himself greatly.