I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 242: Chaotic Battle

Taking off the bundle he carried with him, Zhang Yuan felt out a silver ingot worth fifty taels from it.

Silver notes are not circulated in the Great Dream Marsh; people only use actual gold, silver, and copper coins, or barter.

There are also no Money Shop and Ticket Offices here.

So trading is not very convenient.

But this time Zhang Yuan disguised himself as a medicinal herb trader when he came to Nanli Island, carrying a considerable amount of gold and silver with him.

He had a great demand for Wild Ginseng; seeing a bargain, he naturally couldn’t let it slip by.

The middle-aged villager took the silver ingot and weighed it, suddenly frowning: "Something’s not right!"

Zhang Yuan, who was just about to take the Wild Ginseng, was stunned: "What’s not right?"

All the gold and silver he brought were of full value, definitely not counterfeit goods.

The middle-aged villager snorted and said, "This Mountain Ginseng weighs two taels and seven qian, at fifty taels per qian, you should give me one thousand three hundred and fifty taels!"

Zhang Yuan immediately understood, though he wasn’t too surprised.

Indeed, a bargain always has a trick!

He didn’t argue with the other party, saying calmly, "Then forget it, give me back my silver."

"What did you say?"

The middle-aged villager’s eyes widened suddenly, looking fierce and sinister: "Once a deal is struck, you must pay. What do you take us villagers for? Do you know what place this is?"

His voice was extremely loud, and everyone around could hear it clearly.

Zhang Yuan instantly became the center of attention.

Most of these gazes came from nearby villagers, with a few from merchants coming to trade.

The former’s eyes were filled with mockery and disdain, while the latter’s showed pity and schadenfreude!

Nanli Island belongs to the villagers, and here they are the masters, holding absolute home-field advantage.

As the saying goes, the host bullies the guest, especially when new visitors arrive, they are bound to be taught a lesson.

Zhang Yuan was a fresh face and didn’t understand the trading rules here.

Getting scammed is too normal!

At this moment, four or five tall and strong villagers gathered around, eyeing Zhang Yuan fiercely.

The middle-aged villager became even more arrogant, directly extending his hand towards Zhang Yuan: "Pay up!"

Zhang Yuan shook his head and stood up, saying, "So this is how business is done on Nanli Island."

The next moment, he no longer suppressed his Dantian True Qi.

Instantly, he revealed the formidable aura of a Tier Four Martial Artist!

The villagers who had just surrounded Zhang Yuan suddenly changed their expressions, instinctively stepping back.

"Tier Four?"

But the middle-aged villager showed no fear, instead becoming even more frenzied, spitting as he yelled: "Don’t think you’re so great. This is Nanli Island, and if there’s a dragon, it lies low; if there’s a tiger, it crouches!"

"If you can’t pay today, you’ll leave your life here!"

He pounded his scrawny chest fiercely, roaring: "Try me, do you think us villagers are just weak crabs?"

Just as his words fell, a wave of malicious stares focused on Zhang Yuan.

More villagers gathered around.

Most of them had Tier One or Two cultivation, but they all looked fierce, and many were clutching Curved Sabers.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became extremely tense!

Suddenly, the crowd parted, and an elder in a black robe walked over.

His hair was white, his face full of wrinkles, and there was an authoritative look in his eyes. His left hand held a bamboo tube aged with patina.

Seeing this elder, the surrounding villagers hurried to salute: "Master!"

"Master, you’re just in time!"

The middle-aged villager excitedly shouted: "This outsider is trying to forcefully take my Treasure Ginseng just because he’s a Tier Four Martial Artist. Please, Master, you must stand up for me!"

The black-robed elder stopped beside Zhang Yuan, asking in a deep voice: "Outsider, what do you have to say?"

His eyes were fixed on Zhang Yuan, sharp as a blade.

It seemed like he could pierce through the latter’s Divine Soul!

Under the elder’s robe, black little bugs silently swarmed out.

Quickly crawling towards Zhang Yuan!

Zhang Yuan smiled.

On the ground, the black bugs near him suddenly seemed to encounter a barrier, shrinking back, not daring to advance further.

Clang!

The next moment, a dazzling Sword Aura instantly filled everyone’s vision.

This aura was so fierce that many of the weaker villagers subconsciously closed their eyes.

Some even shed tears.

A white-haired head was sent flying into the air!

Blood sprayed and splattered from the neck, landing on the faces and bodies of those around.

The fierce villagers stood frozen.

When they realized what had happened, in a mix of terror and rage, they wanted to swarm and kill the killer.

Layer upon layer of saber light surged forward like raging waves, flooding the villagers’ entire view!

Heartrending screams suddenly rose in the air.

Around Zhang Yuan, over a dozen villagers fell to the ground like wheat mown by a scythe.

Nearly all were cut in two.

Only the ratio of their upper and lower parts differed.

In that instant, the once bustling and lively marketplace turned into a bloody Shura field!

The middle-aged villager vendor who was just yelling at Zhang Yuan was now lying in two parts, dead beyond means.

And Zhang Yuan, who had caused this massacre, stood with his saber in hand amidst the blood.

As if he had just completed a trivial task.

He reached out to grab a few Wild Ginseng from the stall and tucked them into his arms, then he shot towards the island’s exit like an Arrow Leaving the Bowstring.

"Ah!"

The whole marketplace erupted at once, countless people waking as if from a dream, shouting in a mix of fury and shock.

"Stop him!"

"Don’t let that beast escape!"

"The Master has been killed!"

Some brave villagers, hearing the calls, immediately drew their Curved Sabers to block the path.

Attempting to intercept the escaping Zhang Yuan.

The courageous villagers, however, passed right by Zhang Yuan, their Curved Sabers undrawn before they themselves were severed in two, collapsing on the stone path.

Bright red blood spread across the ground, merging into meandering streams!

Woo! Woo! Woo!

A strong and brief horn sound echoed through the stockade.

Countless village Samurai rushed out from the streets and alleys, searching for the enemy as if the hornet’s nest had been struck.

"There he is!"

But Zhang Yuan’s speed was too fast. By the time the warriors among the villagers reacted and began their chase, he had already traversed most of the stockade area.

Getting closer and closer to the dock!

"Die!"

A burly man suddenly burst out from a wooden house by the road.

He swung his massive Curved Saber, slicing horizontally towards the fast-moving Zhang Yuan.

His timing was extremely well-chosen.

Moreover, his sudden attack came without any warning.

Most importantly, this saber’s formidable power was unparalleled, its edge tearing through the air with a chilling screech.

The gleaming Sword Aura sprinkled a swath of cold light!

But Zhang Yuan seemed to have anticipated this, abruptly changing his Escape path just as the strong enemy struck.

He dashed into the alley on the right side.