Chapter 141: Sorry, You're Not Going Anywhere

A group of people obediently handed over their resources and stood on the left side.

Jiang Changkong waved his hand. “Officer Jiang, lead your soldiers and keep an eye on them.”

Jiang Haibo and the other exchanged a glance, quickly gathering the injured soldiers to guard the group.

Jiang Changkong rummaged through their resources, his initial delight gradually turning into a frown.

After verifying everything, he could confirm one thing: these people were broke!

Not a single Sixth Rank Star Stone.

Fifth Rank Star Stones weren’t plentiful either—the most anyone had was just over two hundred, and even those were only Mid-Grade.

As for High-Grade ones, there were barely a dozen.

As for Fifth Rank top-grade? Hah, none at all.

Fourth Rank ones weren’t much either. Feeling displeased, he noted that even the top-grade Fourth Rank ones only provided 40 points of Essence.

The two Star Spirit experts were even more pitiful—not a single Star Stone, just a few bottles of potions and some clothes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be geniuses from a Major Province?”

After collecting the last person’s Star Stones, Jiang Changkong questioned skeptically.

What kind of Major Province geniuses were you? You were just Major Province paupers, weren’t you?

All your resources combined weren’t even as much as what he’d gotten from robbing Nantian Pang and the others.

Fifth Rank High-Grade Star Stones: 322.

Fifth Rank Mid-Grade: 2,106.

Fifth Rank Low-Grade: 1,038.

Fourth Rank Top-Grade: 849.

Fourth Rank High-Grade: 560.

Total Essence: 672,360!

I came all the way here in the middle of the night, and this is all the Star Stones you brought?

Not even enough to max out the Indestructible Diamond Divine Art!

Aren’t you just wasting my rest time?

Whether it was the humiliation of being stripped clean or the shame of having brought so few Star Stones, these so-called Major Province geniuses flushed red, unable to utter a word.

Jiang Changkong sighed deeply. “I’m embarrassed for you. How can you call yourselves from a Major Province when you only bring this many Star Stones when you go out?”

The group: “…”

Jiang Haibo, Jiang Haishan, and the other soldiers were utterly bewildered. Was he complaining it was too little?

Nantian Wang’s chubby face twitched. Good thing he hadn’t made a move.

This bastard only cared about Star Stones, not people.

“Look at Nantian Pang here—”

“My name is Nantian Wang,” Nantian Wang said weakly.

“Same thing. Look at him—he always carries over a thousand Star Stones on him. Now look at yourselves.”

Jiang Changkong wore an expression of exasperation. “Your strength is lacking, your wealth is lacking—aren’t you ashamed?”

The group: “…”

Could you just shut up? What’s it to you?

If you think it’s too little, just give it back to us.

Jiang Haishan couldn’t help but whisper, “Is this guy really from our Jianghai Province?”

“You should ask your brother about that.”

Jiang Haibo rolled his eyes.

He seriously suspected Jiang Changkong might have come from a Major Province, but the investigation showed he was from Jiangcheng.

And his talent was terrifyingly formidable.

He had only been cultivating for a few months and had already reached the peak of Star Vault.

He was growing more and more impressed with the Jiang family’s ancestors.

They had been researching the Martial Dao since before the great changes in the world, and now, Jiang Changkong was rising rapidly.

They had even created a Bloodline Art—there must be some special cultivation method to achieve such terrifying combat power.

All the hopes of the Jiang family rested on him now.

Truly, the hope of generations!

And now, this guy was scolding these Major Province visitors like they were his sons, without a single one daring to speak up.

Nantian Wang’s expression grew uneasy. If this kept up, would he end up getting robbed too?

Thinking of this, he grew somewhat anxious. “Changkong, the major factions have many people—some are sons of shareholders, others are illegitimate children of families. Over so many years, with the prevalence of Martial Dao and extended lifespans, there are many descendants, and many of them don’t receive much attention.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Changkong sighed softly. “So, none of the important ones came?”

Nantian Wang shook his head. “A Star Spirit expert can already suppress a small province. If too many or too powerful ones came, it would completely disrespect the Federation.”

If a High-Rank Martial Artist were to come, where would the Federation’s face be?

This Federation isn’t just the Federation of the major factions. Sometimes, giving a little benefit is fine. But if they go too far and act recklessly, that would be challenging the Federation.

So, the major factions dragged the Federation along and sent these unimportant individuals over.

With their strength, suppressing Jianghai would be effortless.

However, no one expected Jiang Changkong to appear here.

What’s even more infuriating is that Jiang Changkong was called here by them to reclaim their pride.

“Fatty Tian…”

“My name is Tian Wang!”

“Keep talking nonsense, and I’ll beat you up.”

“As you wish, Fatty Tian it is.”

Nantian Wang immediately changed his tone. He couldn’t beat this guy. If you’re so capable, why don’t you go to a Major Province? I’ll make sure you don’t survive?

“What about the sixth-tier Star Stones? Why can’t I see them?” Jiang Changkong asked.

“Strategic reserves,” Nantian Wang explained.

“You reserve high-tier ones, and I won’t say anything, but sixth-tier ones too?” Jiang Changkong said discontentedly.

“Not just sixth-tier, all tiers are reserved, but the others are easier to obtain. As for why sixth-tier ones are reserved, it’s for those who are valued, like my elder brother.”

Nantian Wang curled his lip. “When you go to a Major Province or join Meng Jie’s Martial Arts Association, and we go together in the future, I’ll tell you.”

“Go where?” Jiang Changkong pressed.

“I’ll tell you after you join.” Nantian Wang stood his ground. “Don’t try to threaten me. At worst, I’ll just take a beating from you.”

“Fine, forget it if you won’t say.”

Jiang Changkong snorted lightly. I don’t even want to know.

Jiang Haibo spoke up. “Changkong, before you came, someone went in.”

“Oh, then I’ll wait at the entrance for that person to come out.”

Jiang Changkong strode toward the entrance.

Forget about going in—the space is so vast. What if he went in and the other person came out? If he missed them, they’d really take the Star Stele away.

The others were watched by the soldiers and didn’t dare to move.

Nantian Wang and Luo Yunchen came to his side, still unwilling to give up. “You really don’t want to join?”

“No,” Jiang Changkong said flatly.

Luo Yunchen smiled. “What if, in the future, you could be in charge of a region?”

“I can achieve that on my own. Alright, stop talking nonsense.”

Jiang Changkong waved his hand. In charge of a region? You probably don’t know how I became the president of this Martial Arts Association. If I wanted to, I could be a minor commander in a Major Province right now.

The two fell silent. Jiang Changkong suddenly said, “Fatty Tian, let’s make a deal.”

Nantian Wang grew wary. “What kind of deal?”

“Don’t you want the Yang Stone? How about I sell it to you?” Jiang Changkong smiled.

Nantian Wang was surprised. “You don’t want it? This Yang Stone is of great use to you too.”

“I don’t need it. I only want Star Stones. Of course, if you want the Yang Stone, you’ll have to take all these weapons and potions too.”

Jiang Changkong said. It’s better to deal with one person for everything. Besides, aside from Nantian Wang, no one else could afford it.

“After this is over, we’ll talk in detail,” Nantian Wang quickly said.

Eating these things was no problem, as long as he could get the Yang Stone.

Hum—

At that moment, the entrance rippled, starlight washed over, and the middle-aged woman stepped out of the entrance: “The Star Stele is secured, let’s go.”

“Sorry, you’re not going anywhere.”

Jiang Changkong blocked her path, his expression indifferent.

“Hmm? Who are you?” The middle-aged woman’s face darkened as she stared at him intently.

Jiang Changkong replied calmly, “President of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, Jiang Changkong.”

The middle-aged woman gathered her Star Power but did not make a move.

Jiang Changkong? Wasn’t he the one they called over to teach a lesson?

Why hadn’t anyone subdued him? Why were those guys surrounded by soldiers? They seemed terrified?

Could it be that this Jiang Changkong was not as simple as he seemed?