SFS Chapter 1686 Impersonation? !
Chapter 1686 Impersonation? !
Ji Zhou made a decisive move and led the disciples of the Battle Hall back quietly to the location where they had just carried out a mission a few days ago.
Shuiyang City.
Previously, they had wiped out a group of evil cultivators who disguised themselves as a caravan but were actually kidnapping lone cultivators. They rescued several imprisoned cultivators and left behind the name of the Wanchuan Sect.
At that time, the residents of Shuiyang City were extremely grateful to them.
However, when they sneaked back into Shuiyang City, they found the atmosphere inside to be somewhat subtle.
Some faces that were originally enthusiastic now looked away and suspicious when they saw them.
In the corners of the streets and alleys, one could faintly hear whispers about the Wan Chuan Sect's failure to obtain a huge reward and their domineering behavior.
"They've come as expected." Ji Zhou's eyes were cold as he whispered to Amu and Da Niu beside him, "Spread out, conceal your presence, and keep a close eye on all suspicious corners in the city, especially the city lord's mansion and the larger inns. Since they want to ruin our reputation, they will inevitably choose the places we have helped before to strike again, and... it is very likely tonight."
"Understood!" Amu licked his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. "I want to see which blind bastards dare to smear us!"
Da Niu also said in a gruff voice, "Catch them, and we'll beat the shit out of them!"
The disciples of the Battle Hall dispersed as ordered, like drops of water merging into the ocean, silently deploying their forces at various key points in Shuiyang City.
Having experienced far more complex situations in the human world, they are adept at this kind of game of tracking, counter-tracking, and setting ambushes to catch people in the act.
Jizhou himself chose a high vantage point overlooking most of the city, concealing all his presence, like a lurking cheetah patiently waiting for its prey to take the bait.
As night deepened, Shuiyang City gradually quieted down.
Around midnight, a group of about six or seven cultivators, dressed in Wan Chuan Sect attire similar in style to Ji Zhou's group but with slightly rougher details, and with arrogant expressions on their faces, swaggered onto the street and headed straight for the City Lord's Mansion.
"They've arrived." Ji Zhou's eyes narrowed, and he used a secret technique to send a message to all his team members.
The group of people arrived at the city lord's mansion and knocked on the door without any politeness.
As soon as the night guards opened the door, the leader arrogantly shouted:
"I am a steward of the Wanchuan Sect! A few days ago, my disciples eliminated the evil cultivators for you and ensured peace in this area, but you are ungrateful and have yet to receive the promised reward! We have come today to collect it! If you dare to refuse again, don't blame us for disregarding our past relationship and tearing down your city lord's mansion!"
His voice was loud and carried far into the quiet night, clearly intended for everyone around him to hear.
A commotion broke out inside the city lord's mansion. The old city lord rushed out with a few people, his face showing difficulty and a hint of fear. He cupped his hands and said:
"Esteemed immortals, please calm your anger. It's not that we are unwilling to pay our thanks, but rather... a disciple from your sect came a few days ago and has already taken the reward..."
Upon hearing this, Amu's eyes widened in surprise.
"Damn it, those bastards! We help out without ever asking for payment, just for the reputation we deserve, and they actually came to our door twice to collect payment using our name!"
"Damn it!"
Seeing that he was about to lose control, Jizhou reached out and gently pressed down on his restless arm.
"Don't rush, let's take another look."
Amu could only grit his teeth and continue waiting.
"fart!"
Ahead, the fake deacon glared and deliberately released the spiritual pressure of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, causing the old city lord and the others to turn pale.
"When did we send anyone here? You must be trying to renege on your debt and making up lies! It seems you won't know the power of the Wan Chuan Sect unless we teach you a lesson!"
As he spoke, the men behind him rubbed their fists together, ready to rob him by force.
Hidden in the shadows, Amu was so angry he almost rushed out.
"Brother Jizhou, what are we waiting for?!"
Ji Zhou's calm voice reached the ears of every disciple in the Battle Hall: "Stay calm, wait for them to make their move, and then we'll solidify their guilt."
Just as the fake butler grinned maliciously and reached out to grab the old city lord, and his men prepared to smash the city lord's mansion gate—
"Do it!"
Jizhou gave the order!
In an instant, more than ten figures shot out from the surrounding shadows like ghosts!
Their speed far exceeded the reaction time of those imposters!
Jizhou's target was the fake butler. He was in mid-air when he threw a punch!
The force of the punch was fierce, carrying a chilling sense of oppression!
The fake butler's expression changed drastically. He hastily used his spiritual power to defend himself, but it felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. With a "crack," his arm bone broke, and he screamed as he flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall!
"what--!!!"
At the same time, Amu, Da Niu and others were like tigers among sheep. They dealt with these imposters who were only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment on average. They didn't even need to use the power of the "Myriad Transformations Return to One Technique". With just their physical bodies and combat skills, they knocked all the rest of them to the ground in a few breaths!
They removed their jaws and sealed their cultivation, making it impossible for them to even commit suicide or send a message!
The whole process was clean and efficient, taking only a few breaths from start to finish.
Jizhou landed, stepping on the fake butler's chest!
Then, his sharp gaze swept over the imposters who had been quickly subdued and were filled with terror, and finally looked at the old city lord who was still in shock and dumbfounded, as well as some residents who had rushed over after hearing the commotion.
His voice was clear and resonant, echoing throughout the surroundings: "Fellow citizens of Shuiyang City, see this clearly! This is how the Wanchuan Sect acts! When we see injustice, we draw our swords to help, asking for nothing in return, and we would never engage in such extortion or dishonorable acts!"
He pressed down slightly with his foot, and the fake butler immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Jizhou leaned down, his icy gaze fixed on him: "Speak! Who sent you? If you dare utter a single lie, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Even after being trampled under his feet, the fake butler remained defiant and spat at him, baring his teeth.
"Pah! You're the fake one! Who's so kind as to help others without expecting anything in return?! If we Wan Chuan Sect members didn't expect anything in return, what would we eat and drink?!"
"I'd like to ask you what your intentions are, daring to act so carefree outside using the name of our Wanchuan Sect! And to make matters worse, you don't even give us a share of the profits!"
Upon hearing this, the onlookers were dumbfounded.
"What on earth is going on? The real and fake Wan Chuan Sect!?"
"That's right, Immortal Master, this isn't going to end anytime soon. You have to give us an explanation. You can't just leave us to suffer!"
"Unlike you, we don't have spiritual power, so we can only suffer every day!"
In an instant, everyone at the scene started shouting.
Seeing his fellow villagers so distressed, Jizhou felt terrible.