Chapter 203: Chapter 0203: Another Spiritual Medicine_1
The entire area fell into a shocked, deathly silence. Shock and terror were written on every face. Some were even shivering uncontrollably, their teeth chattering loudly.
This sound was, of course, coming from Zhu Qing. He was pale as a ghost and scared out of his wits, babbling incoherently, "A Flying Sword... a Flying Sword... that was a Flying Sword..."
Even Liu Ruomei looked as if she had been struck by lightning. She trembled nonstop, her face a mask of shock and disbelief. So my brother-in-law is this powerful? He can also wield a Flying Sword to kill his enemies? How could he have possibly become so strong so quickly?
At this moment, although her heart was filled with the joy of this new lease on life, it was overwhelmed by her admiration for Zhang Bin. The heroic image of Zhang Bin wielding his sword to slay his enemy was something she would never forget for the rest of her life. She was now certain that Zhang Bin was the most talented, powerful, handsome, and dashing young man in the world! No one could compare to him, not even the Hacker Rabbit King Chen Junheng. The difference was too great.
She stared at Zhang Bin’s back, which seemed as tall and solid as a mountain, and became lost in a daze, as if her very soul had left her.
The Flying Sword had long since returned to Zhang Bin’s Sword Box. However, in everyone’s mind, the terrifying brilliance of that one sword strike replayed over and over. It was as if their entire field of vision was filled with an omnipresent sword light—an invincible light that could effortlessly annihilate them all.
At this moment, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect were petrified with fear, daring neither to move nor speak.
"Spare me! Spare me! Please, spare my life..." Zhu Qing finally regained his senses. He dropped to his knees with a thud and began kowtowing frantically, his head striking the ground repeatedly until his forehead bled and stained the ground red.
He finally understood that the young man before him was not a lamb but a fierce tiger—a merciless tiger that killed without blinking an eye. He remembered the last time, when Zhang Bin, disguised as Zhang Kai, had killed Han Tie and his son, he had vomited his guts out. But today, he hadn’t vomited. He remained just as cold, not even batting an eyelid.
Of course, this was an act. In truth, his stomach was churning, and he felt the urge to vomit. But he had to suppress it. He needed to show those lurking in the shadows, coveting his wealth and treasures, that he, Zhang Bin, was no lamb they could bully and scheme against.
"Weren’t you so arrogant just now? Didn’t you say your father could kill me? Do you all think a little bit of skill means you can do whatever you want? That you can act without any fear of consequences? You foolishly fail to realize that retribution is what awaits you," Zhang Bin sneered as he walked toward him, step by step.
"No! Don’t kill me..." Zhu Qing let out a cry of utter terror.
"Zhang Bin, please spare him," Elder Zhuo stepped forward and pleaded earnestly. "Although he has done many evil things and violated many women, his crimes do not warrant death."
"He can be spared the death penalty, but his cultivation must be crippled. Anyone who does wrong must be punished."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in Zhang Bin’s hand flashed like lightning and stabbed into Zhu Qing’s Dantian.
"AHH!" Zhu Qing let out a piercing scream. The True Qi in his Dantian rapidly dispersed, and his face twisted with a hateful venom that was chilling to the bone.
"Get out," Zhang Bin said, delivering a kick that sent him flying dozens of meters away.
This was no simple kick. It carried a hidden force that would destroy the opponent’s life force, but it wouldn’t take effect for another six months. How could he possibly spare such a depraved foe? To let him grow stronger and seek revenge later?
"Thank you," Elder Zhuo said gratefully, then pleaded again, "Zhang Bin, please be merciful and spare our Qingyun Sect. Our disciples are all kind-hearted. They have done nothing wrong and have only ever cultivated in peace, never contending with the world."
Actually, even if I wanted to defeat all of you, I couldn’t. How could I even talk about killing anyone? I just used my Flying Sword, and while it was a bit better than last time, I don’t have much spiritual power left. I can’t unleash a second sword strike, and I can’t even use my Special Ability to attack. If the Qingyun Sect disciples all swarmed me, I wouldn’t be able to hold them off. At most, I could flee with Liu Ruomei. Zhang Bin thought to himself.
Of course, he would never reveal this secret.
So, he stared at them coldly and shouted, "Weren’t they all about to swarm me just now? Have they really done nothing wrong? Are they truly such kind-hearted Cultivators?"
"Spare us! Please, spare us! I’ve never done anything wrong..."
"I’ve never killed anyone..."
"..."
All the Qingyun Sect disciples fell to their knees, shouting in terror. It was as if their gallbladders had burst from fear.
Finally, after delivering a stern warning and lecture, Zhang Bin said coldly, "Now, take me to your medicinal garden."
The Qingyun Sect disciples were all overjoyed and endlessly grateful. Elder Zhuo immediately and respectfully led Zhang Bin into the medicinal garden, though he sighed inwardly, guessing that all their Spiritual Medicines would be lost.
Of course, Liu Ruomei followed closely behind Zhang Bin, remaining vigilant. She feared someone might suddenly attack her, take her hostage, and use her to threaten Zhang Bin. She had always been prone to overthinking—or more accurately, to wild flights of fancy. It could only be said that she was overthinking things once again. The Qingyun Sect disciples were scared witless; where would they find the courage to oppose Zhang Bin?
The medicinal garden of the Qingyun Sect was in no way inferior to that of the Iron Sword Sect; in fact, the quantity was even greater. However, there were only two Ginseng plants over five hundred years old. There were more than a dozen Spiritual Medicines over four hundred years old, including Ginseng, Polygonum Multiflorum, Lingzhi, Solomon’s Seal, and other precious tonics.
"Your Sect Leader is despicable for trying to kill me. Therefore, the compensation won’t be as simple as before. Dig up all the Spiritual Medicine over four hundred years old for me. The rest, I’ll leave for you. I, Zhang Bin, never go too far," he stated in an irrefutable tone.
"Thank you, Hero Zhang, for your mercy." Elder Zhuo’s face, however, showed extreme elation. He had heard that Zhang Bin’s senior brother, Zhang Kai, had taken every Spiritual Medicine over one hundred years old from the Iron Sword Sect. Now, Zhang Bin was merely asking for those over four hundred years old. This was simply incredible news. It meant their Qingyun Sect could continue to survive. Otherwise, the sect might have slowly declined and eventually vanished.
What he didn’t know was that while Zhang Bin certainly wanted all the Spiritual Medicine from the Qingyun Sect, he had to be wary of the Daoyi Sect. The Qingyun Sect was different from the Iron Sword Sect. They had no prior grudges with him, nor had they committed many deeds that would outrage both heaven and earth. Now that he had already killed Zhu Yuanwu and Zhu Qing would breathe his last in six months, he couldn’t be too excessive.
Once the Spiritual Medicine over four hundred years old had been dug up, Zhang Bin walked out of the Qingyun Sect’s main gate. He was filled with an unprecedented sense of anticipation, wishing he could fly back immediately to refine the True Essence Pills and enhance his strength.