Volume 1, Chapter 41: A Coward Who Won't Own Up to His Actions

Inside the warm carriage, Zhou Fu was applying medicine to the person in his arms. The burns on her wrists were severe, having turned a charred black. The yellowish fluid oozing from the wounds had frozen into a thin layer of ice, mixed with dust and burnt debris. If such wounds were not treated promptly, they would lead to serious trouble.

"I understand. You have many refugees here; I saw a vast number of tents along the way, which appeared to be military-grade, yet the people's spirits seem quite high!" Liu Yuzi nodded, smiling at Hu Hao.

Why say this? Naturally, because they knew how formidable their opponents were. The experts appearing here were the leaders planted by extraterrestrial forces at the Spirit King's Tomb, individuals who held renowned reputations even in the outer realms. In the world of spiritual cultivation, all prestige is built upon strength and slaughter.

David’s face turned pale as he stared intently at Yang Tian, his eyes filled with hope. He prayed that Yang Tian would intervene and take him away from this place, for he knew Yang Tian was a terrifying martial artist.

"One reason is that he is injured, and the other is that we probably haven't found a charge sufficient to throw him directly into prison yet," Zhao Chenggong remarked.

"The Abyss of Demonic Mist, located directly beneath the Reincarnation Temple, is teeming with endless monsters. I wonder how many are still alive down there," Daoist Fanghua said, her tone filled with sorrow, reminiscent of a rabbit grieving for a fallen fox.

Everyone retreated into the city. The cultivators at the gate looked on with trepidation and disbelief, as it had been a long time since anyone dared to commit murder within the City of Light.

If she could find the legendary top three extraterrestrial flames and eventually collect all one hundred and eight, her combat power would be immeasurable.

"Er Lengzi, my advice is for you to conduct an investigation and see if the people truly have strong objections to the way we are handling things," Zhang Debiao said after a moment of thought.

It was unclear who started it, but someone shouted for something thrilling, and soon the entire crowd was chanting for Liu Tao to choose a thrilling magic act.

"It is because our Medicine Cauldron Mountain has the longest heritage. If one speaks of the variety of medicinal pills, no other sect can compare to us. More importantly, we possess three ninth-grade pill recipes, which is something other sects cannot even dream of," one elder stated.

Yet this time, for some unknown reason, the peachwood sword—which had already shown signs of wear—erupted with powerful Yang energy. In an instant, it sliced the dark, amorphous mass in two. Even after struggling for a long time, the two halves were unable to merge back together.

Zhang Haotian’s past life continued to speak relentlessly. The composure he had displayed earlier had vanished from his face, replaced now by a look of profound displeasure.

They would use various pretexts to trick their targets into drinking tea laced with sedatives, and the rest need not be detailed; whether they sought wealth or lust depended entirely on their whims. They were extremely cautious, committing only one heist per location before moving on.

"It’s all about Uncle Wang’s son—or rather, the entire family of his son!" Old Qin finished, curling his lip as if he had just spat out something foul.

Ye Yu was perplexed. He could not believe that the man surnamed Fang had failed to notice the faint glow in the western direction. Even though it was difficult to spot without careful observation, Ye Yu refused to believe the man had missed it. If that were the case, why would he be heading in the opposite direction of the glow?

Just like that, the rankings for the other three academies were released, allowing students from each institution to view them in real time.

Lin Feng’s only regret was that he could not perform the Qi infusion himself. However, having assisted his master with the process many times while at the sect, he understood the precise measurements required for various symptoms and was well-versed in how patients typically responded.