Because Divine Combustion cultivators were rare in the outskirts of the Harem Empire.
"Uh? A Spirit Combustion Stage 01?"
With the news spreading out like a woman's legs, the slave traders began to laugh at Xuan.
"What? Are you here to look at us fuck the elf?"
But Xuan was fucking confident. The red-haired elf, who had initially felt hope when Xuan had arrived, suddenly lost it all.
"Wrong airdrop location, medicine boy. You're losing your life."
Xuan stood, stretching his legs and arms. Zhao Lan was at Divine Combustion Stage 01.
Which means she could end these guys by just looking at them, and Xuan, who is at the tip of cultivation—Spirit Combustion—made someone like Zhao Lan terrified.
So against these guys? "Nah, I'm winning," Xuan said to himself.
He stood still as one of them kept yelling while charging towards him. The elf frowned at how composed he looked.
Was he someone thinking of ways to die and just decided to show himself? Her pretty face felt hopeless while holding the wood.
She couldn't run because there was nowhere open to run.
"Scorching demon's punch!" yelled the slave trader.
"Nice lines," Xuan complimented him and effortlessly dodged the blow.
"What? He dodged?" yelled another slave trader. They were a whole generation of stage above Xuan. He shouldn't be able to dodge.
The man who threw the punch suddenly stumbled forward, not even realizing Xuan had paused him for a few moments.
"Uh, are you sure this guy's at Spirit Combustion? I don't want to be the first to get killed, you know."
"Shut up, Li Bao. He's definitely at Spirit Stage 01, can't you sense it too?"
Everyone stares at Xuan. He sighs and gently drops the bag of medicine. Xuan wasn't expecting slave traders.
But outside every sect, there'd be a few monsters lurking around, so he'd always carry with him a knife beside the bag.
He stood up, now holding the little knife for them to see.
"I suggest you all leave at once."
"Eh? Li Bao, punch this fucker to pieces already!"
"Come on, you stupid Li Bao."
As of now, the pressure was all at the slave trader's feet away from Xuan. That punch just now was his best and strongest technique.
And Xuan had just easily dodged that. 'Or should I try again?' Li Bao inwardly asked himself.
But he swore he had been staring at Xuan the entire time. He was certain of it. So just how the fuck is Xuan in front of him with the cold knife on the man's neck?
Was his head clouded to the point where someone would walk close to him with a knife on his neck, and he wouldn't notice until it was too late?
"Shit, I can't believe Li Bao stood there the entire time and allowed the man to walk close to him."
"He definitely can't use aura, and I did not sense anything like that. So what is wrong with Li Bao?"
"Let's just leave him. He wants to die. The lesser we are, the more fun we get."
Li Bao couldn't believe it. His own group was laughing at him. Even what he heard made him scared of the emotionless man in front of him.
Slit
Everyone laughing suddenly kept quiet. They were expecting Li Bao to die, but they didn't know it would petrify the life out of them.
Xuan sliced off the man's head, not minding the blood that gushed out, staining his hand and face. The headless body fell on its knees.
Silent.
Xuan turns around. He felt like this was a fine time to say something cool.
However... 'There were five of you. I just killed one, so why's there—'
Boom
All three slave traders dashed towards him, grinning devilishly, while the only Martial Realm Stage 03 was escaping with the elf.
"You think we're Li Bao?" one yelled, veins bulging from their heads, veins and fists.
"We're gonna wrap this up and catch up with Lan Bai."
Before his heart could beat twice, the three slave traders were already in front of him. Xuan did not expect this.
"I will tear that smile off your pretty face!" yelled the one coming from behind.
As Xuan rose his head up, there was not a single sound within this vicinity. The slave traders had all stopped in their movement.
One was so close to punching Xuan—but too sad, he was paused—and the other, who had his palm igniting with flame—too sad.
While the last one also had a punch lunging toward Xuan from behind.
All he did was step aside, move the two fists together so they'd punch themselves, and stood behind the flame cultivator.
Then bam… bam… boosh, as they resumed, the two fists punched their necks so hard it turned around, and the flame cultivator shot thin air.
He was the only one alive, at least so he thought. "What... what just happened?"
As he turned around, Xuan placed the blood-stained knife on his throat, causing the cultivator to raise his hands with wet eyes.
"You... you must be at Divinity Combustion. P... please forgive me. I... I didn't know you would also want the elf... you know what? I—"
"Uh? A few moments ago, you planned on tearing the smile off my pretty face... haha."
Having heard Xuan repeat what he said, there was no doubt he was going to die. His body turned pale, but as he opened his eyes, Xuan was picking up his backpack of medicine.
Xuan brought out a dual medicine and stretched it out to the man. "You seem to love fucking a lot. Why don't you buy this? I assure you, it helps your little thing grow inches longer."
The man felt confused. "What? You don't want to buy?" asked Xuan, moving his eyes to his dead friends.
"No, no, no! Here, here... here's ten gold pieces."
"Thank you, but it only costs five gold pieces. But... I'll keep the change," Xuan took the money from the man's palm and handed over the little bottle of medicine.
He was about to leave but stops and turns around. The man stumbles to the floor. Did Xuan suddenly have a change of heart?
But that wasn't the case. "Tell me, do you smell the elf as well?"
It wasn't clear before. Maybe the thought of death had suddenly embraced the man's will to think and smell, but now that Xuan wasn't going to kill him—
It was clear: you can't find elves unless they want you to find them, which was by spreading their senses everywhere.
"Yes... yes, it seems she wasn't taken far, just a ca—"
Boom
Xuan already knew the location, and with his unmatched plus unseen speed, he left the place, heading towards the cave.
"He ... He didn't kill me"
Leaving behind his dust.
"If the elf wants me to find her, big chances she'd let me cultivate with her then."
To Xuan, this was an invitation.