Longevity Begins With Zongmen Handyman

Chapter 64: Ambush

"Run quickly!"

"The Ma Mountain Ferry is just ahead."

"The Flowing Sun River Market is currently safe. There are high-level Foundation Building experts guarding it, as well as a second-tier defensive formation. Once we reach there, we'll be safe!"

The next day, people from the Xuan Yang Sect who had escaped from various places gradually gathered at the Ma Jiang Ferry.

Just as Li An had deduced, under the catastrophe that befell the Xuan Yang Sect, perhaps some of those who managed to escape were clever enough to find their own way out and go elsewhere. However, most people were accustomed to staying within the sect. When the sect was destroyed, they sought safety in numbers and instinctively headed towards the Flowing Sun River Market.

"Where are the boats? Hurry up and come over..."

"Boatman, come quickly, we want to go to the market!"

But what made the Xuan Yang Sect members anxious was that all the boats that were originally docked at the ferry had sailed to the middle of the river today, several hundred meters away from the shore.

The Flowing Sun River Market was built along the Flowing Sun River, and the only way in and out of the market was by boat.

Moreover, it was too far from the main Xuan Yang Sect. In order to protect the safety of the market and prevent enemies from infiltrating from underwater, the Xuan Yang Sect had set up many barriers and defensive formations in the river section near the market.

Not to mention that the Flowing Sun River had a swift current and many terrifying spiritual vortexes, as well as many fierce spiritual beasts. Only spirit boats engraved with special runes could safely pass through.

That was why the Flowing Sun River Market was so secure.

But the boats in the middle of the river remained motionless!

"Husband, what should we do?!"

In the crowd, a wounded beauty anxiously spoke up.

She held a sword in one hand and had already been injured. Behind her, a young girl in her prime followed closely, fear evident on her face. And beside her was a seemingly old man!

This family of three was none other than Mu Qingwan, Chen Cheng, and their daughter, Chen Qingling.

"The pursuers from the demonic sect will soon catch up..." Chen Cheng's face was filled with worry and anxiety. "If there are no boats, we won't be able to enter the Flowing Sun River Market and can only run to other places."

There was no time to waste!

But at this moment, a boat in the middle of the river slowly approached the shore. Immediately, many people who were preparing to leave and escape to other places rushed forward.

"The ferry fee is twenty spirit stones per person. Those who are willing to board the boat, come forward."

The boatman on the boat spoke up.

Usually, it only cost two spirit stones at most, but now these boatmen were raising the price.

The ferry dock was already crowded with nearly a hundred Xuan Yang Sect deserters, and the number of people was still increasing. So when they heard the price of twenty spirit stones, they didn't care at all. They all rushed forward, eager to get on the boat.

A small boat could only accommodate five or six people, and there was a lot of pushing and shoving. The Mu Qingwan family couldn't squeeze onto the boat at all. They watched as the boat started moving upstream, filled with resentment.

But as long as there was hope for the ferry, those who had planned to leave and escape to other places stayed behind, anxiously watching the middle of the river. Some people pleaded loudly, while others promised to pay a high price. After the first small boat set off, the second small boat finally arrived slowly.

The boatman bargained again, directly raising the price to forty spirit stones.

And this time, the competition among the crowd became even more intense, to the point where fights broke out just to get on the boat.

The progress was extremely slow, with only one small boat docking occasionally.

And more and more people gathered on the shore, already exceeding a hundred!

"Why are you still here? The demonic cultivators are coming, run!"

At this moment, several cultivators who were rushing for their lives arrived here and were shocked when they saw the situation.

"What? The demonic cultivators are coming?"

"We're done... Boatmen, come quickly, I'll give you a hundred spirit stones!"

"Help! You damn boatmen, you're playing with people's lives!"

The people at the ferry were completely panicked.

And those boats in the middle of the river seemed to be moved by the desperate pleas of the crowd. They all quickly sailed towards the shore.

"This is great!"

"Hurry up!"

Everyone was extremely excited.

But in the crowd, Mu Qingwan frowned. "Husband, something doesn't feel right..."

Chen Cheng secretly held onto a precious treasure. "The spirit boat has been hit and can't fly very far... If there's a problem, you and Qingling should run first!"

"No, we'll go together!" Mu Qingwan tightly held Chen Cheng's hand.

"Dad, Mom, we have to go together..." Chen Qingling's eyes were filled with tears as she pleaded.

And at this moment, many boats had already docked.

"This is great..."

The disciples of the Xuan Yang Sect at the forefront hurriedly boarded the boat.

But just as they boarded, one disciple suddenly let out a scream of agony—

The boatman had actually crushed the disciple's throat with one hand!

The boatman emitted a faint black demonic aura.

The other boatmen also immediately took action. The first Xuanyang Sect disciple who boarded the boat was caught off guard and instantly killed!

"No... demonic cultivators?!"

"We've been tricked, we've been tricked, run!"

"There's a Foundation Building stage demonic cultivator here!"

The crowd instantly panicked!

Everyone was frantically running away, terrified.

But, at this moment...

Boom!

Suddenly, a powerful formation erupted. Under the sweeping force of the formation, these disciples all instantly spat out blood and fell to the ground, unable to hold on.

"We're trapped to death..."

"It's over, completely over!"

Cries of despair and screams filled the air.

"The women stay and become cauldrons, kill all the men!"

The leader of the "boatmen" coldly spoke.

The dozen or so boatmen he brought with him immediately rushed towards the hundreds of Xuanyang Sect disciples.

Although these Xuanyang Sect disciples were not directly killed by the formation, they were all seriously injured. Seeing the situation at the moment, they were all shocked and pale, picking up their weapons to resist. But how could they be a match for these demonic cultivators who had the advantage? The sound of screams was incessant!

"Run!"

But, at this moment, in the crowd, Chen Cheng suddenly let out a loud roar. He suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot, and threw out two talismans.

One was a second-grade explosion talisman, blasting towards the Foundation Building stage demonic cultivator.

The other was a second-grade ban-breaking talisman, tearing a corner of the formation!

"Dad..."

Chen Qingling's eyes were filled with tears, but she was tightly held back by Mu Qingwan. Mu Qingwan summoned a spirit boat, activated it instantly, and quickly flew away.

Seeing this, the others also followed suit and escaped from the formation.

Boom!

The second-grade explosion talisman exploded, directly destroying four or five Qi Refining stage demonic cultivators. The Foundation Building stage demonic cultivator's expression changed, and he instantly activated a magic treasure to resist its power.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Blocking the explosion talisman, the Foundation Building stage demonic cultivator roared in anger!

He didn't expect that among these fleeing soldiers, there was still a "big fish" who could produce two second-grade talismans.

The scene was filled with cries of despair, one after another. The infuriated demonic cultivators began a bloody massacre, slashing and killing.

During this process, some demonic cultivators responsible for driving away also arrived at the scene and joined in the siege and slaughter.

Half an hour later.

The ferry had been stained red!

Bodies were strewn about, and the demonic cultivators were searching the bodies.

"Commander, we've struck it rich! The various items on these cultivators are worth a total of twenty to thirty thousand spirit stones..."

The Foundation Building stage demonic cultivator nodded. "Distribute half of it to our brothers, and I'll take the other half to our master."

Immediately, the Foundation Building stage demonic cultivator accepted a pile of storage bags and said, "You take your men to clean up this place and continue to keep watch. There might be more gains... I'll go back first."

After arranging the next steps, the Foundation Building stage demonic cultivator immediately left.

After he left, the group of demonic cultivators at the scene busied themselves, destroying the bodies, cleaning up the traces of the battle. They worked until evening before finally relaxing.

"We've struck it rich! Each of us thirteen brothers can get over a thousand spirit stones!"

"It's a pity, it's all because of that bastard who tore a corner of the formation. Otherwise, we could have each gotten a cauldron!"

"We'll deal with him later... Let's divide the spoils first!"

A group of demonic cultivators gathered by the ferry, happily dividing their profits.

But, at this moment...

Boom!

The surrounding space suddenly trembled, and the power of the formation instantly erupted.

"What the hell?!"

These dozen or so demonic cultivators all had their faces change drastically, shocked to the extreme.

There's another formation around here?!