Chapter Ten: The Arhat’s Golden Body

Among all the experts in swordsmanship under the heavens, there were countless masters, but as for one who wielded a kitchen knife, Liao Buping could not recall a single name.

This kitchen knife looked utterly ordinary, yet it could pierce straight through his vital energy.

The cultivation of the man before him was at least at the Primordial Immortal stage.

After all, the Celestial Dispersion Powder was only ineffective against cultivators above the Primordial Immortal realm. Clearly, this man had not been affected by the powder, which meant his cultivation must be at least at that level.

He frowned and asked, “Are you here for that item as well?”

His gaze toward Lu Zhou was filled with caution, as if he were looking at some ancient, fearsome beast.

“I merely happened to pass by,” Lu Zhou replied with perfect composure. “I saw you drugging a monk and attempting a sneak attack. Such base conduct marks you as no good man. When I was young, my teacher always told me: when you see evil deeds, you must stop them.”

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the yellow-scarved bandit. He muttered in a low voice, “What do we do, brother? If it comes to it, we’ll fight!”

As he spoke, his hand was already slipping toward the hilt at his waist. At a single word from Liao Buping, he would risk his life to strike down Tan Tai Mingjing.

Ordinarily, if he ran into Tan Tai Mingjing, he would avoid him at all costs.

But now Tan Tai Mingjing was no different from an ordinary man.

If he could just hold out for a second, he was confident he could send Tan Tai Mingjing’s head rolling.

“No,” Liao Buping shook his head and sighed, turning to Lu Zhou. “Since you are intervening on the side of justice, let us drop this matter. We’ll take our leave.”

Of all the thirty-six strategies, retreat is the best.

No matter how he looked at it, he and the yellow-scarved bandit together were no match for even a finger of a Primordial Immortal. If they tried to kill Tan Tai Mingjing now, the price was not worth it. Even if they succeeded, they would surely lose their lives here.

“You’re just going to leave?” Lu Zhou clapped his hands as he rose to his feet.

“If you leave, what about him? Once he regains his cultivation, he’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth. Life will be very difficult for you then.”

At these words, not only Liao Buping and the yellow-scarved bandit were stunned—so was Tan Tai Mingjing.

What on earth did this man mean?

Lu Zhou smiled. “I have a suggestion. Would you two care to hear it?”

Liao Buping and the yellow-scarved bandit wanted to say no, but seeing the situation, it was clear Lu Zhou would speak regardless of their wishes.

Sure enough, Lu Zhou had no intention of seeking their permission. “If you want to survive, you could simply give the monk what he wants. He’s come a long way for it, after all. If he gets what he came for, he’ll have no reason to pursue you. At least, that’s how it goes by the code of the jianghu, isn’t it?”

Liao Buping was taken aback—was this what passed for a suggestion?

Why not just rob them outright?

“It’s not in my possession,” he replied, face darkening.

His mind was racing. He and the yellow-scarved bandit were no match for Lu Zhou the Primordial Immortal, especially with the mysterious glutton beside him. Their only hope was to stall and look for a chance to escape.

Lu Zhou’s eyes narrowed to slits. “That’s troublesome. If you don’t have it, I’m afraid…”

“You’re dead for sure.”

His tone was full of sympathy, as if the two before him were already