Chapter Twenty-Two: The Inn of Mortal Ties

Su Fan wore a gentle smile and did not respond to Qian Pinming’s words, instead walking straight toward the three men.

The leader, seeing Su Fan approach, barked, “One more step and you die.”

Su Fan’s expression turned mocking, and he sent out a strand of divine sense: “Cultivators, now stooping to robbing mortals—truly, you know nothing of shame.”

In fact, when Su Fan was inside the carriage, a sweep of his divine sense revealed the issue at hand. The three men had fluctuations of spiritual power within them, clearly also cultivators.

Their cultivation was shallow, no more than the third level of Qi Refinement. Now, wielding Five Elements techniques—such petty tricks—to plunder mortal wealth.

Exposed by Su Fan’s words, the trio grew tense.

Yet they had been at this for years, and did not lose their composure.

The leader sneered and, swiftly condensing a fireball, flung it at Su Fan, who waved his hand casually. The threatening fireball immediately crumbled.

Seeing their attack fail, the three attempted to flee. Suddenly, they felt as if seized by a giant invisible hand and were dragged backward, suspended in midair.

This was a technique Su Fan had discovered in the jade scrolls of the Tianyuan Sect—Object Manipulation, whose main purpose was to move things at a distance, a minor art of little use.

However, through repeated practice, even such a low-level skill had become potent in Su Fan’s hands.

With a thought, he placed the three before him. Instantly, their bodies went l