Small Village’s Existence
“What, you didn’t know? Anyone handso can control them, such as . Look, I can even control you.” Xiaoshuai heaved Xiaomo via manipulating spiritual qi in the environnt.
“That’s it.” Mu Yu withheld his smile. “It’s simple, really. I can’t control water; however, I snatched these two artefacts from wood and water demons. Put them together, and you have the ultimate weapon to combat fire demons.”
“You are amazing, Brother. You must be able to exterminate many, many elental demons with the artefacts, then,” comnted Xiaomo, convinced and in admiration.
Mu Yu gave the boy a nod for an answer. He then queried, “How did they capture you? Who is the one on your back?”
Yan Hen explained, “We are villagers from Eight Grass Village, which is near Mist City. I am a woodcutter. We were leading a peaceful life when, half a month ago, sothing from the temple, where we worshipped our ancestors, sprayed around our village. We were so scared that we put in a request for immortal masters from Mist City to co and diagnose it.”
They were halfway through their journey to Mist City. They were having a short respite for Mu Yu to recover. Yan Hen set down the cultivator and assud a more comfortable posture. “We regretted the decision to request for immortal masters after they arrived; it was the worst decision we could have made. They barricaded the temple, so we thought so impurity tainted our temple. More and more immortal masters then ca to the village. We were kept in the dark. Before long, we were out of space to provide lodging.
“Most importantly, the immortal masters’ conversations bewildered us. They were arguing for the rights to sothing and started fighting amongst each other. Villagers were caught in the crossfire and killed. We, therefore, decided to pack our belongings and flee. They did not care about our departure; they only cared for the treasure in the temple.”
“What would be so valuable that so many cultivators were willing to lay down their lives for?”
“I am not sure myself. Two days ago, Xiaomo and I planned to seek refuge at a relative’s place in Mist City. Right after we passed the fog, fire demons jumped out and startled us. There have been countless rumours of elental demons kidnapping people and committing other heinous sins in the past year. This immortal master happened to be passing by and attempted to rescue us. We were all captured, and he was injured, unfortunately. We discovered there were many other captives after we were taken to the lava cave. Among them was the immortal master from Celestial Star Sect. The rest, you already know.”
The cultivator in white was a Golden Core Realm cultivator in his thirties. Challenging elental demons at Golden Core Realm was comndably courageous. Mu Yu helped the cultivator recover.
“Immortal Master, please be careful.” Yan Hen helped the cultivator sit up.
It took a mont for the cultivator to realise he was no longer in enemy territory. He quickly discerned Mu Yu’s cultivation level based off the latter’s aura.
“I am relieved to see you are well. This immortal master rescued us from the depths of the elental demons’ jaws,” elatedly expounded Yan Hen.
“This one is Shi Lang, a self-taught cultivator. Please accept this one’s gratitude.”
“Don’t worry about it. I admire your courage and sense of justice. I was only passing by.”
“Nice to see you’re sensible. Else, I’d give you a boot, too,” said Xiaoshuai. “I just gave a cocky punk a foot to the rear.”
“Would you happen to be referring to Celestial Star Sect’s Tian Baoxiao, Sir?”
“Did he threaten you into dying for his sake, as well?” queried Mu Yu.
“No. Celestial Star Sect’s mbers are currently gathered at Eight Grass Village and fighting for a treasure. Are you also after it, Sir?”
“No. What is it, even?”
“Technically speaking, it is not a treasure. What they discovered was a spirit qi core under the temple. Everyone wants to have the rights to it so that they can progress faster as cultivators.”
Mu Yu couldn’t give a toss about the spiritual qi core. There was no guarantee he’d be able to stake his claim to it even if he tried. Helping his shifu recover his cultivation was the top priority. He planned to drop off the trio and then begin his search for his martial siblings.
“May I ask for your na, Sir?” Shi Lang requested from the rear.
“Mu Yu.” Mu Yu took off.
Shi Lang: Mu Yu, Mu Y-, Mu Yu?! Could he be the Mu Yu everyone talks about? No, they must just share the sa na. That Mu Yu should still be trapped at Second Heaven.
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