I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 203: Leaving Home

The West Mountain Collection was in a state of chaos and disorder.

Fully armed squads rudely knocked down or smashed open the doors of households, barging in to conduct searches.

Some people of the West Mountain Collection endured in silence, allowing themselves to be ransacked, while others refused to submit and rose up in resistance.

Thus, roars, screams, and the clash of weapons sounded in different places.

A Martial Artist with disheveled hair leapt over the wall to escape, but ended up being chased down and hacked to death before getting far.

The splattered blood stained the snow on the ground, presenting a particularly shocking sight!

And these scenes were all clearly seen by the Red-eyed Crow soaring high in the sky.

Screech～

It let out a low cry and dove down to perch on a tall tree.

It coldly observed the chaotic gathering.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan shifted his attention away from the Servant Spirit.

West Mountain Collection was no longer livable!

His intuition told him that today’s situation was merely the beginning, and who knew how many troubles lay ahead.

The West Mountain Collection had been left alone because it didn’t involve any interests and due to its environment, it had become a haven for many down-and-out martial artists.

Once faced with the oppression of outside forces, the original balance and order were instantly crushed to dust.

The people inside the gathering had no strength to resist.

The moment the True Martial Sect left, the Ferocious Tiger Gang stepped in.

The struggle between these two forces didn’t need to take their existence into account!

Zhang Yuan didn’t want to become a sacrificial victim.

Although this place was very suitable for him to live in seclusion and cultivate quietly, now it was utterly meaningless.

Zhang Yuan didn’t bother with the room that had just been turned upside down and packed a simple bundle.

He left home bound for Ruins City.

The firewood, rice, oil, and salt stored in the kitchen and cellar were not worth the trouble.

Truly valuable things, he carried them all with him.

"Brother Zhao Yun!"

As Zhang Yuan walked a certain distance, he met Qu Hong and several martial artists head-on.

Seeing Zhang Yuan with a bundle on his back, the West Mountain Collection’s manager asked in confusion, "What’s this?"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "The West Mountain Collection is no longer habitable, I plan to hang around Ruins City for a while."

Qu Hong was surprised: "You’re giving up on this home?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "I’m giving it up."

Qu Hong was speechless.

In fact, given the current situation, Zhang Yuan’s departure was very normal.

He definitely wouldn’t be the first to flee from the West Mountain Collection, nor the last.

It’s just that in the entire West Mountain Collection, although Zhang Yuan’s home wasn’t the best, it was certainly the newest.

Zhang Yuan must have spent quite a lot of silver taels on it.

As a result, he lived there for only over half a year, and said he was leaving without any hesitation.

Qu Hong felt it was a pity.

"Steward Qu."

Zhang Yuan pointed to his home behind him and said flatly, "I still have quite a bit of rice and cured meat there, it would be a shame to waste them. If you need them, take them all."

Before Qu Hong could answer, his companions showed interest.

The people in the West Mountain Collection all knew Zhang Yuan had money.

Before winter, many had seen him driving a cart loaded with goods back home.

And winter had not yet passed, now he was rushing to flee, he must have left quite a bit behind.

"Are you really leaving?"

Qu Hong was a bit unwilling, trying to persuade, "Brother Zhao Yun, I actually know people from both the True Martial Sect and the Ferocious Tiger Gang. As long as we behave ourselves, they won’t come after us."

"You don’t have to leave at all!"

Zhang Yuan smiled, cupped his fists and said, "Steward Qu, until we meet again!"

With that, he bypassed the other side and continued on his way.

Qu Hong watched as Zhang Yuan walked farther and farther away, his expression somewhat grim.

A martial artist beside him asked in a low voice, "Boss, want to?"

He raised his hand and made a slashing motion.

"Forget it."

Qu Hong answered in a deep voice, "I’ve never been able to see through this person, and now the situation in the West Mountain Collection is complicated, the True Martial Sect can’t be provoked, the Ferocious Tiger Gang is even harder to provoke. We should protect ourselves and not stir up trouble."

This manager of the West Mountain Collection had long been apprehensive of Zhang Yuan.

He had once tried to gauge Zhang Yuan’s background, but only felt that the latter was unfathomable and not someone to be easily dealt with.

Qu Hong didn’t just rely on his own strength to get by in the West Mountain Collection.

His insight was still quite perceptive!

He even warned people around him not to provoke Zhang Yuan.

During the time Zhang Yuan settled in the West Mountain Collection, there was no one who dared to steal from him, partly due to the rumors he intentionally spread.

In fact, Qu Hong had momentarily thought of taking down Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan was hurriedly fleeing, surely carrying important wealth with him, and they had five people here, holding an absolute numerical advantage.

But as soon as such thoughts emerged, Qu Hong instantly felt a sense of terror as if facing an abyss.

His intuition told him that such action was absolutely wrong!

Hence, he forcefully suppressed the impulse and even tried to persuade Zhang Yuan to stay.

Since persuasion didn’t work, Qu Hong gave up the idea.

"Let’s go, we’re going to Zhao Yun’s house."

He withdrew his gaze and said, "Since he doesn’t want it, let’s not be polite, and go have a look together!"

"Okay!"

The four companions responded cheerfully in unison.

As for the faint wailing sounds from within the gathering, they all turned a deaf ear.

They even secretly mocked those who didn’t understand current affairs.

What’s face and dignity compared to one’s own life?

Why get stabbed standing when you can kneel and feast?

The few of them followed Qu Hong, chatting and laughing, leaving a string of messy footprints on the snow.

The chaos in the West Mountain Collection only temporarily calmed down when night fell.

But the Ferocious Tiger Gang didn’t leave.

Their people occupied the best houses in the gathering, feasting on the food they had looted during the day.

The group that had previously searched Zhang Yuan’s house was among them.

They set up a bonfire in the room, sitting around drinking wine and eating meat.

The black-clothed Samurai chewed on the roast meat, mumbling, "Not bad today, everyone did well. Search again tomorrow, and we can almost go back and report."

A member beside him asked, "What about the tasks assigned from above?"

"The matters above, let them worry about them!"

The black-clothed Samurai sneered, "We small fry just need to go through the motions. Today’s main job was to warn the True Martial Sect and let those stubborn guys know our strength."

"That’s our real task!"

So that’s how it was! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Everyone suddenly understood and began to toast the black-clothed Samurai: "Incense Master is wise!"

The black-clothed Samurai laughed heartily, raising his bowl of wine and said, "Eat and drink to your fill, we’ll continue tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Everyone shouted in response.

Boom!

At that moment, with a tremendous explosive sound, the tightly closed door suddenly burst into pieces.

The next moment, a burly man with a broad back rushed in, swinging his long blade toward the black-clothed Samurai and others sitting on the ground at lightning speed.

"I am Dian Wei of the True Martial Sect, slayer of men!"

A burst of crimson blood suddenly splashed onto the wall!