Chapter 213 Return to Haicheng
Three months later, Ye Buwen went ashore and returned to Zhenghai City.
In his backpack, the bulging storage bags made the passing monks jealous.
Such a big backpack, full of storage bags.
The storage bags alone are worth a lot of money, not to mention the unknown goods in the storage bags.
It could be spiritual stones, spiritual grains, or other valuables.
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But no matter what it is, the total price of something that can be packed in so many storage bags will not be cheap.
There won’t be a pile of stones in someone’s storage bag.
Feeling the divine sense exploration from some monks, Ye Buwen’s face showed a chill.
These monks really treat him as if he doesn’t exist, and they all like to use their divine sense to explore his backpack.
They think that he is an easy target to bully because he is at the first level of foundation building.
They really think that he has a low cultivation level and doesn’t know divine sense.
Ye Buwen snorted coldly, took out a storage bag from his back, opened it and poured it on the ground.
Suddenly, more than a dozen bundled and packed monster bones fell down.
"Don't look, each storage bag here is filled with valuable monster materials."
"A storage bag is worth at least three thousand."
"Is there anyone who wants to do it?"
Ye Buwen looked around at the many foundation-building cultivators who were standing by.
"Whoever can snatch my backpack can be said to have no worries about spiritual stones before the golden elixir."
Seeing the second-grade monster bones on the ground, the Qi-refining cultivators were shocked.
This one was a foundation-building cultivator, the senior they should respect.
There were so many supplies in one storage bag, so how many valuable supplies must there be in the hundreds of storage bags in the big backpack behind him.
At least more than a million.
Many foundation-building cultivators showed greed in their eyes, and there was a hint of murderous intent and throbbing in their hearts.
This guy who looked like a foundation-building level 1 guy could escape if he snatched a dozen storage bags in one strike.
A foundation-building cultivator had a cunning look, bit his tongue slightly, and put his hands in his pockets, with spiritual power fluctuating inside.
He seemed to be doing something seriously.
Ye Buwen's eyes turned cold, and he instantly moved to the side of the cultivator and stepped on his big face with his foot.
"I told you to do it, but you dared to do it."
The monk who was stepped on was confused at first, and then there was endless panic.
When Ye Buwen stepped on his big face, several storage bags suddenly appeared in the empty air.
These storage bags lost control and fell down.
Many cultivators saw this scene and immediately realized that there was a master thief.
They hurriedly opened their clothes and checked their storage bags.
When they found that their storage bags were still on them, they felt relieved.
However, the faces of several people became ugly because their storage bags were gone.
As for why they were gone, it goes without saying that they were stolen.
And the only person who could be pointed at at the scene was undoubtedly the person Ye Buwen stepped on, who was the biggest suspect.
Judging from the situation just now, this guy has mastered a very skilled stealing spell.
No one noticed his attack just now, which is simply terrifying.
The monk who found that he had lost his storage bag hurried to Ye Buwen and said anxiously: "Daoyou, I suspect this person stole my storage bag. Can I search him?"
Ye Buwen did not respond in a hurry, but used his spiritual sense to pick up his storage bag and put it in his backpack.
"Stay away from me, otherwise I will suspect you of stealing my storage bag."
The monk said anxiously: "I didn't steal it, I was also stolen. I will search his body and leave after the search."
Ye Buwen laughed.
"That won't work. I caught this thief, and I will search him if I want to."
"And according to the rules, this person who stole my things was caught by me, and his life is under my control. The things on him should be my trophies."
"Daoyou, you are unreasonable. This person stole my things, and those things are mine. You should give them back to me."
The monk looked anxious, and there was a tendency to take action.
"Daoyou, my things were also stolen. I want to search him too."
"Daoyou, mine too."
Several foundation-building monks in the crowd came to Ye Buwen and put pressure on him.
Ye Buwen didn't care at all.
Who cares if their storage bags were stolen.
He's not some great judge who is responsible for catching thieves and criminals, nor is he a good man who is brave enough to do what is right.
Ye Buwen lowered his body and opened the robes of the thief monk.
Ye Buwen admired the layout of the storage bags in his clothes.
"Well-organized, the clothes are not exposed, worthy of being a person with superb skills in stealing storage bags."
"This storage bag is really hung with skill."
"That's mine!" A monk next to him pointed to a storage bag on the thief's clothes.
The thief showed an ugly smile.
"Brother, I was wrong. I should apologize."
"Take the storage bag from me and spare my life."
"I'll dirty your hands with my worthless life."
Ye Buwen pretended not to hear and looked at the pile of storage bags on him and said, "Which storage bag is yours?"
"The one with a gold border and a golden rat."
Ye Buwen took off the storage bag and opened it on the spot.
"Why can't I open it?"
The thief smiled unkindly and said, "This storage bag is not an ordinary storage bag. It's locked. It can't be opened unless it's owned by the owner."
"What if I open it?"
"I will unlock the spiritual power lock, and you can relock it. This storage bag is yours. You can open or close it as you like."
Ye Buwen put the storage bag in the thief's hand.
The thief immediately used spiritual power to unlock the storage bag.
Ye Buwen was surprised.
The storage bag of this thief is dozens of times larger than the storage bags he usually buys.
It is a very fine storage bag.
Generally, this kind of storage bag is not available for sale. Once it appears, it will be taken down by monks with high cultivation.
Most of the fine storage bag makers serve master monks and people with status.
"Brother, please spare my life. I will never dare to attack you again."
"As long as you are willing to spare my life, I will work like a cow and a horse for you."
Ye Buwen laughed and was not moved.
A cultivator at the third level of foundation building said respectfully to Ye Buwen: "Daoyou, I want to take back my storage bag. I am willing to pay 3,000 spirit stones as a reward."
Ye Buwen looked at the cultivator, who had an elegant face and was well-dressed.
"Since you didn't use your spiritual sense to scan me, I'll give you a chance to take it back."
"Which one?"
"The storage bag with the word Zhang Yi written on it. That's my surname."
Ye Buwen took off the storage bag and threw it to him.
He then helped the thief close his robes.
"Daoyou, my storage bag is also on it. I am willing to pay 100 spirit stones as a reward for you to catch the thief."
Ye Buwen ignored him, grabbed the thief by the back of his neck, and lifted him up.
Afterwards, he threw it into the sky with all his strength, and the thief flew out with a strange cry.
Several people were shocked and angry when they saw Ye Buwen's actions.
"Daoyou, what are you doing? Why did you throw him out?"
Ye Buwen snorted coldly.
"Just now you used your spiritual sense to detect me, I haven't bothered you yet."
After saying that, he kicked each of them out.
"Find the things you lost yourself, I don't need to help you."
The several monks who were kicked out were boiling with anger, but they didn't dare to speak, but hurriedly covered their stomachs and ran towards the place where the thief was thrown.
As for why they didn't use flying swords.
Of course, Ye Buwen used the spiritual pressure technique to interfere with their spiritual power.
Also, their storage bags were stolen, so how could they get flying swords.