The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 703 Strange Figures and Buddhist Cultivators
This incident caused quite a stir. It was said that Feng San was caught red-handed by someone's Daoist partner and was almost beaten to a pulp on the spot before being sent back.

After learning about this, Mu Zixu immediately cured Feng San and sent him to the Sea of ​​Bitterness as punishment, and also compensated the two people.

Although it was dealt with quickly, the matter still caused quite a stir within the sect.

When Lan Yue told Song Wanning, she was very surprised.

Feng San doesn't seem like that kind of person.

Although he is somewhat impatient and similar to Mu Zixu in some ways, it's unlikely that he would intentionally rape others.

Song Wanning felt that something was off.

But I couldn’t say it.

Lan Yue was also very disappointed. "I originally thought Feng San was just not very bright, but I never expected him to do such a despicable thing."

"They deserve to be punished!"

"Ah."

Song Wanning nodded. If this were true, then Feng San's death would not be a pity.

She chatted briefly with Lan Yue before immersing herself in cultivation again.

His diligent demeanor greatly inspired Lan Yue, who then turned around and also went into seclusion to cultivate.

However, this made Situ Yue feel much better. Song Wan Ning was nowhere to be seen, and her senior brothers had returned to their obedient ways.

She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling.

Daoqing saw all this and sighed deeply.

If I hadn't been in danger back then and hadn't been saved by Situ Yue at the critical moment, Dan Dao Peak wouldn't have become such a chaotic and polluted place.

He had tried to teach Situ Yue a few times, but the girl, despite her sweet words, simply didn't like cultivation...

Sometimes, he was really curious: how did Situ Yue, with her appearance, manage to cultivate to the point of ascending to the Immortal Realm?

But aside from giving his disciples more instructions, Daoqing was also helpless, after all, Situ Yue hadn't done anything too outrageous, and she had saved his life.

Daoqing sighed. Alchemy was much simpler and purer; dealing with these trivial matters was a waste of time.

He shook his head, turned around and saw the newly built house for Song Wanning, a sense of satisfaction flashing through his mind.

Wan Ning is still the least troublesome girl.

……

Several months passed in the blink of an eye, and Song Wanning's cultivation reached a bottleneck.

She wanted to change her cultivation method to achieve a cyclical nourishment of her soul, but she could not get the hang of it and had to give up.

As they left the training room, they ran into Situ Yue and several of her senior brothers.

Song Wanning greeted him with a smile, and then learned that Mu Zixu had gone into seclusion to break through his cultivation barrier.

She raised an eyebrow, ate a meal at the dining hall first, and then took the initiative to find Daoqing.

Upon learning that Song Wanning wanted to go out and gain some experience, Daoqing did not stop her, but simply gave her a bunch of things.

There are countless kinds of elixirs.

Song Wanning smiled helplessly, "Please give me all the pills from the entire Pill Dao Peak!"

Daoqing laughed upon hearing this, "Even if I gave you the entire Pill Dao Peak, I would be willing to give it up!"

He said half jokingly.

The two laughed again, and then Song Wanning took a map given to her by Daoqing and left Wuji Sect.

She has been in the Immortal Realm for almost two years now, and has been staying in the Wuji Sect. It is indeed time for her to take advantage of this time to go out and see more of the world.

According to the map, Song Wanning chose the city that was closest to her.

She very discreetly rode her flying sword towards the city.

Along the way, she flew and stopped frequently, filled with curiosity about everything in the immortal realm.

Nowadays, she has only seen many things in books, and she hopes to have the opportunity to see more of them this time.

About half a month later, Song Wanning finally arrived at the nearest city, Linxi City. At the city gate, there was a pile of seemingly messy stones, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to hold a hidden secret.

Song Wanning was curious, so she took a few more glances, but soon her eyes were covered in blood, leaving only a blood-red expanse before her.

She blinked quickly, and the discomfort in her eyes gradually disappeared.

But miraculously, when I opened my eyes again, the world before me had undergone a complete transformation.

Behind each immortal, there was an extra, strange-looking shadow.

Those shadows, emanating a faint aura of gloom, clung to the backs of those people like shadows.

Song Wanning was horrified and immediately took out a mirror to look at herself.

Fortunately, nothing unusual was found on her back.

She stared intently at those people, her eyes filled with doubt.

Different people have completely different numbers of shadows behind them; some people have many, accumulating to several layers.

Some people, however, only have one.

But ever since entering the city, Song Wanning had never seen anyone without a shadow behind them.

Gradually, Song Wanning probably understood what that shadow was.

Having just ascended to the Immortal Realm, he has never killed anyone, so he has no shadow behind him?
Those people, more or less, had all killed before, and shadows followed them...

The number of shadows may represent the number of people killed.

Of course, this is just Song Wanning's guess.

She suppressed her shock and began to stroll through the streets.

Not long after, Song Wanning stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner, dressed in a kasaya, sat on a prayer mat.

He had a solemn expression, surrounded by a golden light, and had a walking stick beside him; he was a Buddhist practitioner.

Song Wanning had also seen Buddhist cultivators in the lower realm, but their numbers were extremely small.

I never expected to meet a Buddhist cultivator in the Immortal Realm.

But what caught Song Wanning's attention the most was the countless figures behind him.

There are truly too many to count...

Layer upon layer of malevolent energy were piled up, and the aura of menace was almost overflowing. Just being close to them made Song Wanning feel oppressed.

Buddhist practitioners cultivate merit, yet this person carries the burden of so much killing karma.
At this moment, Song Wanning wavered, wondering if her guess was wrong.
Aren't these figures murderers?
Just as Song Wanning was wondering, the Buddhist cultivator suddenly raised his head, and his handsome face unexpectedly met Song Wanning's eyes.

The Buddhist monk had pure eyes and a compassionate face, which made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

Of course, if you ignore the figures behind them.

"Young friend, are you looking to buy something?"

The Buddhist monk stared at Song Wanning with a very gentle expression.

Upon hearing this, Song Wanning stopped examining the items and looked at the things on the stall.

These things are very peculiar, not in their shape, but in the aura they exude—it's very strange.

She shook her head. "No, I'm just taking a look."

Having said that, he didn't linger and looked toward the next stall.

Even though she had been gone for a long time, the Buddhist monks were still staring at her retreating figure.

Song Wanning felt uncomfortable and turned around abruptly, only to see that the Buddhist monk had already packed up his stall and left.

"strangeness……"

Her intuition was right; someone must have been watching her just now.

But I have just ascended to immortality and my attire is very low-key, so I shouldn't be easily targeted.

After all, the spirit stones obtained from ascension are no longer usable; the ascended beings are the poorest, and they have nothing worth others coveting...