[1-200] MY SWORD INTENT CAN BE INFINITELY IMPROVED

Chapter 48: Not Interested

Under Su Yang’s suppression, the troublemakers on the streets under his management quickly disappeared.

Su Yang’s strength was too formidable, and once these troublemakers were caught, there was no escape. At that time, losing money was a small matter, but losing face was a big deal.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, they either set out to capture the evil cultivator or restrain themselves.

However, martial artists soon discovered something.

Although the Martial Suppression Division guarded the entire city, it was difficult for anyone causing trouble in the area guarded by Su Yang to escape.

Although there were people guarding other places in the county city, their strength was not as good as Su Yang’s. Even if they were discovered and caught in person, it did not matter. The people of the Martial Suppression Division could not stop them at all.

Furthermore, in those other areas, they didn’t have to compensate as they did with Su Yang. The other areas where the Martial Suppression Division only intervened to prevent conflicts from breaking out.

After realizing this fact, the martial artists immediately became smarter. They first identified the area where Su Yang was stationed and then kept their distance.

In other words, “If I can’t provoke him, then I’ll avoid him.”

Su Yang found himself at leisure, and he enjoyed it. He preferred to spend this time swinging his sword.

Although a large number of martial artists had swarmed into the other streets, there were no more intense conflicts.

The martial artists had come to the county city to rest after leaving their respective sects. Their main goal was to kill the evil cultivators. Therefore, after resting properly, they followed the clues given by the Martial Suppression Division and began to investigate the murder cases in the villages one by one. They went out to hunt down the evil cultivators of the Evil Blood Cultivation Sect.

The number of martial artists within the city decreased rapidly. In the desolate mountains and remote villages, the number of martial artists increased.

Time flew by, and a day passed.

Under the night sky, Su Yang, Ye Jiang, and Sun Tianpeng sat together in the restaurant.

“Hahaha.” Sun Tianpeng raised his glass and laughed heartily. “Brother Su, you have great courage today! A true man should be like this!”

“I’ve been displeased with those disciples from the sects for a long time. If it weren’t for my father’s strict orders not to engage in conflict with them, I would have given them a good beating!”

“They really think that cultivating in their sects makes them superior to us, completely disregarding us.”

Sun Tianpeng was furious, but he felt helpless.

He looked down on the sect disciples and was unhappy with the sect disciples’ arrogant faces. However, this was the truth. The sect disciples had a higher status than them, so they did not dare to offend them.

Just look at Sun Tianpeng, who used to be reckless in front of them. Could he still act recklessly in front of those disciples?

He mentioned his father’s orders, but if there wouldn’t significant consequences for conflicting with the sect disciples, would he still be forbidden?

This was something one could easily imagine.

Some sect disciples might not be as good as Sun Tianpeng, but don’t forget the sect behind them.