After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 662 - 626: Stealing Herbs, She Can Use Ancient Martial Arts! (15 Updates)

Chapter 662: Chapter 626: Stealing Herbs, She Can Use Ancient Martial Arts! (15 Updates)

At the foot of the mountain.

Quinn Findley carefully picked a fragile purple flower.

As if handling an extremely delicate treasure, a group of rough men carefully handed over a box, "Boss, be careful, steady."

"What the hell are you shouting about; my hands are stiff!"

Quinn put the flower into the box and let out a relieved breath.

This was even harder than gathering intelligence.

"Miss Chloe Stephens, there has been someone following us," Quinn wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, jumped down from the big rock, and whispered to Chloe.

Chloe calmly replied, "No need to worry, carry on."

Seeing that they were only watching and not taking action, Quinn didn’t bother to pay attention and focused on collecting the medicine. He took out the list Chloe gave him and glanced at it. "We’ve picked three, and there are sixteen more medicinal plants to go."

"Boss, over there by the river, do you see... is that the one we’re looking for..." Before the man could finish his sentence, a figure quickly went to the other side and snatched the plant they had been searching for.

Upon seeing the beautiful woman who had stopped, Quinn and his men were instantly enraged.

They had been following for so long, but they chose to move now, it must have been intentional!

Chloe slightly narrowed her eyes and stood in front, silently facing off against the other party.

Soon after, several more people followed out from behind and stood by the woman.

Although they couldn’t use their ancient martial arts here, they didn’t seem to be in any sort of distress.

On the contrary, their potential had been stimulated quite a bit.

"Brothers, attack!"

Without waiting for Chloe to speak, the men charged angrily.

An on-the-spot melee broke out, with punches landing firmly.

The other party was also quite skilled; several times, they clashed with Quinn, and their explosive power instantly struck over.

There were no ancient martial arts or superpowers here.

Nor were there witches.

They were all ordinary people, confronting each other on equal terms.

Then, a slender figure rushed over, blocking Quinn and his men from retreating.

Seeing the man’s face clearly, Chloe squinted her eyes.

He had a striking resemblance to Len Hawthorne, about sixty percent similar.

And that woman.

They were obviously a couple.

As expected.

The young man turned to the woman and asked, "Are you okay?"

The woman shook her head.

From their apparent ages, they were definitely not as young as they appeared.

They were slightly older than Adam Stephens.

It was just that ancient martial artists looked younger, and with the rapid cultivation in this place, looking young became the norm.

Tiffany Wrigley stared intently at Chloe, with a sharp gaze that seemed to pierce right through her, "Are you their leader?"

"You stole our medicine," Quinn stood protectively in front of Chloe.

"Steal? I found it first," Tiffany Wrigley held up the medicinal plant in her hand, "Do you want it? If you do, tell me how you got in here, or who sent you in here?"

As Tiffany asked this question, the others also stared at Quinn and his men, waiting for their answer.

People lurking nearby were also watching this scene intently.

In an instant.

Quinn and the others turned their gaze to Chloe.

This was a difficult question to answer; they had to ask Chloe.

The opposing party also directed their attention at Chloe.

Chloe stood up cleanly and coldly, her indifferent eyes staring back, and yet her beautiful face was enough to take one’s breath away.

Living in such a place, they had long grown indifferent to physical appearances, but upon seeing Chloe’s face, they couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration!

Chloe’s gaze lightly swept over the people in front and then looked over at those hidden elsewhere.

"All we want are the medicinal plants."

There was no obligation to explain to them.

Quinn and his men weren’t fools; they understood instantly.

Chloe wasn’t trying to deal with the other party at all. When the other party asked this question, they immediately understood that this group of people must have been trapped here and, having encountered them breaking in, wanted to find a way out.

Thinking of something, Quinn hurried over to Chloe and said, "Miss Chloe Stephens, Master Stephens is still outside."

Chloe spoke indifferently, "The house has been sealed off with a borderline; only the birds and beasts of this place can find that room."

Quinn’s eyes widened in disbelief, there were such methods!

Thinking of the powerful ancient martial artist beside him, he couldn’t help but give Chloe a thumbs up and asked, "What should we do with these people now?"

At one glance, they were clearly ancient martial artists.

Once they finished collecting the medicine and returned to that location, these people would definitely follow and attack them with their ancient martial arts once they reached the borderline where such abilities can be used.

Chloe looked at the medicinal plant in the woman’s hand and said, "Find more elsewhere."

There were plenty of these medicinal plants; they just needed to go a little further inside.

"Alright, a real man doesn’t fight with women. Let’s go!" Quinn disdainfully glanced at the woman, waved his hand, and left.

"You can’t go," the woman refused to let them go and quickly stepped forward to block their way, "You haven’t told us how you got in here."

"Don’t think we won’t hit a woman," Quinn couldn’t suppress his anger any longer, turning around and throwing punches at the woman.

But this woman was no pushover and quickly retaliated.

Her people also charged over.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Suddenly.

A gust of wind swept across, instantly blowing them all into the river, where leeches swarmed over them.

They struggled out of the water, tearing off the leeches that covered their bodies, and then looked at Chloe in disbelief; they were even more shocked than if they had discovered a new world.

"You can actually use ancient martial arts! How is that possible! Who are you!" the woman pointed at Chloe and demanded loudly.

She wanted nothing more than to tear Chloe open and find out the truth.

Chloe wasn’t certain before entering whether she could use ancient martial arts with this body, but the facts proved that this place had no binding on her whatsoever.

Because she was unsure, she brought Quinn and his men in, just in case.

Quinn and his men were also dumbfounded.

Didn’t Chloe tell them that they couldn’t use their ancient martial skills? How was it that she could use them now?

Hearing the woman’s outcry, they knew that Chloe hadn’t deceived them.

It was indeed true that they couldn’t use their skills.

The man restraining the woman also narrowed his eyes, staring hard at Chloe and started to move cautiously backward.

In front of ancient martial artists, they ordinary people were as insignificant as ants.

"Who are you, and why can you use ancient martial arts!" the man asked the same question, as they were at a loss on how to handle the current situation.

They had no choice but to find their Great Great Grandfather and ask what was going on.

Chloe still looked at them coldly and didn’t answer them.

With Chloe, a powerful ancient martial artist, leading them, Quinn and his men were no longer afraid of these people.

Ignoring their angry faces, they turned around and continued walking inward, their mood so bright that even the birds flying high in the sky seemed adorable!

Chloe glanced at the man who looked about sixty percent similar to Len Hawthorne and turned around to follow Quinn and his men further in.

The woman clenched her fists, fixated on Chloe and her men’s retreating figures; her eyes seemed to be spouting fire.

The man said, "Let’s go back and find Great Great Grandfather first, then we’ll figure out what’s going on."

Even if they wanted to do something now, ordinary people were no match for ancient martial artists, like eggs thrown against a rock.