These are the nearby neighbors, now hiding in their houses, most of them with fear and terror in their eyes.

For these people, what happened today was simply a disaster out of nowhere.

Adam Carter pondered for a moment, then took all the money pouches and brocade bags that Harold Stone and his companions had been carrying.

There wasn’t much wealth, only a little over two hundred gold beans. However, even at Yue City’s prices, with each gold bean weighing about one qian, it would be enough for a family of three to live in the city for two or three years.

Adam Carter thought for a moment, then walked into his own small room, dug a foot into the ground, and took out a small jar about the size of a fist, filled with broken silver.

This was all he had left, yet he scattered it together with those gold beans into the distance.

“Each person can take a share! Get out of the city tonight! Not a single word of what happened here today is to be leaked. If any rumors spread within the next ten days, this will be your fate!”

With a casual strike, he hit the wall beside him. The house, which was still in decent condition, immediately collapsed under the tremendous force, making the civilians in the surrounding houses even more terrified.

Adam Carter paid them no mind, frowning as he pondered how to clean up the aftermath. Sooner or later, the reasons and process of what happened here would spread and become known throughout the city. He never thought he could keep it hidden, only hoped to delay it for a few days.

Chapter Six: The Light Cloud Sword Spirit

The core members of the Green Robe Hall numbered over ninety, with about four hundred more on the periphery, managing a street about half a li long. In the north of the city, they wielded considerable influence.

However, in the context of the whole city, they were just small players. The death of such a person would not stir up much trouble. The authorities wouldn’t care; the city garrison only truly cared about the east city, where the wealthy merchants and noble families lived. For ruffians and underworld figures like them, no one would bother about their life or death.

What Adam Carter truly feared was the person behind Harold Stone.

Yue City was rich in various minerals, attracting countless forces from all over Eastern Wu, all entangled within the city. There were at least three hundred cultivators at the Qi Refining stage in the city.

Harold Stone’s Golden Armor Profound Body was indeed impressive, a top-tier body-tempering technique. After twenty years of cultivation, ordinary blades and swords could hardly harm him.

However, not having reached the Qi Refining stage, he was still far from being able to establish himself in this city. Even Adam Carter and his group of brothers relied on a Qi Refining expert to run two gambling houses and three taverns.

With Harold Stone dead, there would inevitably be turmoil and power struggles among the surrounding forces. But as for the attitude of the person behind the Green Robe Hall, and whether they would seek revenge for Harold Stone, that remained unknown.

What Adam Carter wanted now was just a few days of buffer time, to give him a chance to handle everything.

The corpses in the alley were actually easy to deal with. There was an abandoned well nearby; if thrown in, it would be a month or two before anyone noticed.

The traces of battle here could also be easily destroyed. The real trouble was these mining slaves; a bit of silver wouldn’t be enough to send them away.

Although he had chosen a secluded place to live, with not many people around, there were still sixty or seventy people who had witnessed the fight today. They were all destitute mining slaves, and with so many mouths, it would only take someone giving them a bit of silver for them to sell him out.

He didn’t want to kill them to silence them, nor could he do so, and he wasn’t that heartless, so he had to think of another solution. Later, he would probably have to call his brothers over to supervise these people as they left the city by water. He didn’t dare hope for too long—if he could keep the news suppressed for three to five days, or even just a day or two, that would be enough.

And then there was Eric Bennett——

Adam Carter let out a soft sigh, his eyes filled with sorrow. But then he took the decayed sword from his back and stared at it in a daze.

He was almost certain now that the will that had taken control of his body came from this decayed sword. It was also the culprit that had killed his close friend!

Yet just now, that mysterious will had undoubtedly saved his life. By rights, he should be grateful, but the suddenness of it, the process of having his body seized and controlled, was even more terrifying.

Adam Carter was even more puzzled. What exactly was the origin of this decayed sword in his hand?

……

“You are a once-in-a-million sword talent! If you follow me in learning the sword, in at most ten thousand years, you could become a peerless Immortal King!”

It was still that hazy dream, with a young girl in a red palace dress, carrying a long sword, looking down from above.

Adam Carter habitually pinched his own cheek. Feeling no pain, he knew he was in a dream.

But this time, he felt none of the impatience or panic of the previous days, and instead curiously observed the girl floating in midair.

The girl looked about fifteen or sixteen, her features now a bit clearer. Though he couldn’t see her face in detail, just from her outline, she was already breathtakingly beautiful.

Adam Carter looked around; everything was shrouded in a thin mist, making it impossible to see the surroundings clearly. Based on his experience from the past three days’ dreams, no matter which direction he walked, he could never find the end.

After hesitating for a moment, Adam Carter tried to communicate with the girl before him.

“So, who are you?”

He didn’t really expect the palace-dressed girl to answer. He remembered that in the dreams of the past three days, this girl always said the same thing—You are a once-in-a-million sword talent! If you follow me in learning the sword, in at most ten thousand years, you could become a peerless Immortal King, and so on.