CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: FLEEING FOR THEIR LIVES

Indeed.

The entire market was in an uproar, voices rising and falling.

Screams echoed through the market.

"Wife!"

Shen Xuan felt a surge of panic.

He opened the window and looked towards the sky over the market.

The market had already activated its Protective Spiritual Shield.

In the night, countless rays of Spiritual Light, emitting various splendid colors, shot forth.

They exploded against the Protective Spiritual Shield, sounding like bursts of thunder.

"It’s the spacecraft’s Spiritual Energy Cannon!"

"At least seven of them!"

"Cyan Dragon Bay Market can’t hold!"

Soon, Shen Xuan came to a judgment.

Looking again inside the market.

Flames soared into the sky!

Many cultivators taking advantage of the chaos to loot!

"Launch the Flying Ship, head back!"

Zhao Chunsheng quickly activated the Flying Ship he had just refined.

Once Shen Xuan sat on it, they sped away.

All the way, there was nothing but fire!

An insider was stirring up chaos by setting fires.

Many loose cultivators were exploiting the chaos, their faces twisted and vicious.

With the slightest disagreement, blades were drawn, flesh flying.

No different from Tribulation Cultivators.

Several cultivators saw Zhao Chunsheng piloting the Flying Ship and maliciously cast Magical Artifacts and Talismans.

All were neutralized by Shen Xuan’s Water Cloud Shield.

Then he rewarded them with a Condensed Water Blade Technique, slicing open their necks.

In extraordinary times, one must use extraordinary measures.

Shen Xuan dared not soften his heart.

Although the journey was only half a quarter of an hour, it felt exceptionally long.

Zhao Chunsheng piloted the Flying Ship, zigzagging through the market.

Just as they were nearing home, a thunderous boom erupted within the market.

Followed by ear-piercing cries.

"The market has been breached!"

In the night, various lights flashed intermittently.

Those were lights from Magical Artifacts and Talisman Techniques.

The noise was getting more and more tumultuous.

Shouts of anger, cries of grief, pleas, manic laughter...

Cyan Dragon Bay Market was in chaos.

"The Ding Family is finished!

Shen Xuan sighed softly.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivation Clan couldn’t dispatch so many spacecraft.

It had to be a sect.

Moreover, many insiders had been deployed early.

Under their instigation, the ugliness in humanity was magnified tremendously.

Some seemingly honest loose cultivators, under the leadership of malicious people, committed acts of rape, looting, and all kinds of evil.

The profits from the Celestial Derivation Copper Ore Vein were too great.

So great that the sect itself was involved.

This filled Shen Xuan with a deep sense of helplessness.

Moreover, they disregarded the lives of loose cultivators in the market.

Setting fires and killing, inciting internal strife among the market cultivators.

The breach of the market’s Defense Array seemed like a signal.

Countless market cultivators turned into demons, barging into shops and homes, conducting "free shopping."

"Who are you!"

Zhao Chunsheng shouted in anger, flying the Flying Ship straight to the doorstep.

The breach of the market’s Defense Array meant all mansion restrictions had lost their source of Spiritual Qi, rendering them useless.

"Get out!"

"Or die!"

Shen Xuan’s words were much simpler.

Insight Technique showed more and more people gathering at the doorstep.

At this moment, there was no need for communication or explanation.

Those coming were all with ill intentions.

Shen Xuan could even sense the accelerated heartbeat of these people.

The night concealed their faces.

And also their greed, excitement, bloodthirstiness.

"This is the Talisman Master’s Mansion! There’s money inside, let’s all rush in..."

Before he finished speaking, his head flew up.

A column of blood sprayed.

The rest saw Shen Xuan’s prowess and shouted, scattering quickly.

The Flying Ship entered the house.

Jiang Xueqi stood armed at the second-floor stairway alongside Zhao Dahu and Zhao Erhu.

Ding Yuyao also held the Barbarian Bull Whip, standing cautiously in line.

Seeing Shen Xuan arrive, Ding Yuyao’s face turned pale, and she cried out directly.

She was pampered and had never seen such a chaotic scene, frightened out of her wits.

Shen Xuan, feeling somewhat touched, gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "Rest assured, your husband is home. Your husband will protect you!"

Zhao Chunsheng was even more emotional.

"Wife, Dahu, Erhu, are you all right!"

Outside, the roar never ceases, countless lights flying fast, as if celebrating a festival.

"Enough! Everyone onto the Flying Ship! If we do not leave now, it’ll be too late!"

Shen Xuan sensed increasing chaos nearby, with continuous disappearances of auras.

Each disappearance marked the demise of a cultivator.

The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

The ones attacking the market were the sect’s spacecraft!

The Spiritual Energy Cannon deployed on the ship would pulverize even Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Jiang Xueqi and Ding Yuyao then seemed to awaken from a dream.

"There are still some things unpacked..."

Ding Yuyao murmured.

"No time, forget it!"

Shen Xuan held Ding Yuyao and flew onto the Flying Ship.

Jiang Xueqi, Zhao Dahu, and Zhao Erhu quickly boarded the Flying Ship.

Zhao Chunsheng asked, "Where to?"

"Exit from the east gate, head to the surface of Longze River."

As long as the Flying Ship reached the surface of Longze River, Shen Xuan was confident he could lead everyone to safety.

"Alright!"

Zhao Chunsheng inserted a Middle Grade Spirit Stone, continuously casting spells, piloting the Flying Ship eastward.

Along the way, it was like a purgatory on earth; everywhere were the bodies of cultivators, encountering scenes of robbery, arson, and the brutal exploitation of female cultivators.

Some seeing the Flying Ship desperately screamed for help.

Zhao Chunsheng did not pause at all, accelerating instead.

But Shen Xuan launched several Condensed Water Blade Techniques, taking the lives of some malicious cultivators.

He could only do this much.

Thankfully, they started early.

The Flying Ship was fast too.

At the east exit of the market, only two ships were suppressing, with a large gap between them.

Before the opposition could form a blockade, the Flying Ship blended among dozens of flying Spiritual Artifacts, speeding away.

Once out of the market, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

In the wilderness outside the market, many had already sought refuge there.

After the market changed hands and order was restored, they still had to return there for life.

Surviving in the wilderness was tougher than in the market.

More and more loose cultivators escaped.

Many spontaneously formed small circles.

Later, some began arguing for unknown reasons.

Fighting and infighting ensued.

From tame cultivators to vicious tribulation cultivators, it’s often just a thought away.

The Flying Ship stopped under an ancient tree away from the crowd.

"Talisman Master Shen, why don’t we go grab something too?"

Zhao Chunsheng’s eyes were red, itching to try.

"Husband, don’t go!" Jiang Xueqi shouted angrily.

Shen Xuan glanced at him sideways.

Do you know your own strength?

Although at Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, an experienced Demon Hunter.

Yet his combat power, mediocre and unremarkable.

Called the "Rabbit Demon Hunter," where is the deterrent force!

"I won’t go."

"And you’re forbidden to go. Focus on piloting the Flying Ship well!"

Shen Xuan said coldly.

"Father, listen to Uncle Shen!"

Zhao Dahu advised, "Life is precious! Once we master our skills, we’ll support the family, and you won’t need to hunt outside!"

Shen Xuan rarely nodded to Zhao Dahu.

This child, only twenty, yet sees clearer than his father.

"I’ll listen to Talisman Master Shen!"

Zhao Chunsheng immediately calmed down.

If Talisman Master Shen wasn’t going, he dared not go.

The first escapists from the market were elites.

None were easy to deal with.

"Let’s go! Continue east!"

Shen Xuan did not plan to return to the market.

"Alright!"

After a short rest, Zhao Chunsheng regained some composure, piloting the Flying Ship once more.

However, after flying just over ten miles, they encountered a group being pursued.