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Chapter 3744: 4.1344 No Cultivation

There were only three carriages in this small inn. One had already been rented out that morning, and another was taken out for business two days prior by someone from the inn. The carriage Cao Qi and his group wanted to rent happened to be the last one.

Thank goodness, thank goodness they arrived early! Otherwise, they would have been exhausted like dogs on this journey!

After discussing with the inn's manager, they managed to rent the carriage along with the driver for the price of three hundred spiritual coins. Cao Qi counted the spiritual coins in his pouch and handed them to the beaming manager.

Little Fatty was the first to leap into the carriage, rolling inside. "Oh my, I can finally rest my legs." The continuous running until now had pushed him to his physical limit.

Among the entire group, only Lord Qiao Qiao had stable breathing and no change in her complexion. Even Duanmu Qing had sweat beads on her forehead and a hint of redness on her face.

The coachman, smiling, invited everyone into the carriage. He picked up his whip, just about to crack it, when suddenly a sharp cry rang out, "Wait! We're buying this carriage."

The coachman's hand paused slightly, but Qiao Mu directly commanded, "Ignore them, go."

"Yes, miss," the coachman nodded, cracked his whip, and the carriage began to move.

"Hey, the carriage up ahead!"

"What's going on?"

After a few shouts, two or three Profound Horses galloped in pursuit. The tall, slender woman leading them frowned slightly, coldly swept a glance at the coachman, and reached out to grab his arm. "Did you hear me? I told you to stop!"

"Boom!" The air suddenly stirred.

A man beside her cried out in alarm, "Junior Sister Lin, be careful!"

Lin Zhen'er was slightly startled. She quickly pulled back her hand, seeing a gleaming black crossbow bolt shoot out from the carriage, heading straight for her left hand. The crossbow bolt nearly severed her finger. If she hadn't pulled back quickly enough, she would have been in serious trouble.

Qiao Mu's cold voice came from inside the carriage, "Don't stop."

"Damn it!" Lin Zhen'er was furious. Just as she was about to lash out, she heard her senior brothers' cries of alarm.

"Junior Sister Lin! Watch out for that arrow."

The black crossbow bolt curved in mid-air, darting back towards its target. With a soft "clang," a feathered arrow flew through the air, directly knocking the black crossbow bolt to the ground. The black crossbow bolt vibrated on the ground for a moment, and just as it was about to spring up, it was firmly stepped on by a large foot.

"Stop the carriage," Qiao Mu's chilling voice echoed faintly.

Duanmu Qing quickly reached out and pressed her small hand, shaking her head. "Qiao Qiao."

At this moment, all of them are useless, hey! The black crossbow bolt was hers; it had been with her for many years, and she would never allow it to fall into anyone else's hands.

A Confrontation

The little girl lifted the carriage curtain, her pretty little face cold, and emerged from the carriage. Her gaze, carrying a hint of cold light, shot directly towards the several people opposite her.

Among the four who arrived, three men and one woman were all on horseback, with a damaged carriage following behind them. It seemed their carriage had broken down, and they wanted to switch to a new one at the small inn. They hadn't expected Qiao Mu's group to intercept it first, and being unwilling to accept this, they had gone to great lengths to stop them.

Lin Zhen'er sized Qiao Mu up and down, then sneered, "We want this carriage, and the coachman too. Whatever spiritual coins you paid for it, we'll pay you ten times that amount."

Her tone was arrogant, as if she were bestowing a great favor upon Qiao Mu.