Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 200 Shao Shanjun

Qinggu has a long history, with the Bai surname being the most common, while most of the other surnames are from other places.

Bai Clan Ancestral Hall.

A large, robust figure sat in the courtyard, the sound of sticky flesh writhing coming from its mouth.

Under the light from the courtyard, one could see a figure with taut muscles, wearing a short gray shirt of unknown origin, with hunched shoulders and a broad back.

Its fur is a glossy, smooth, yellowish-brown color.

It was a tiger demon!
Gulu.

He swallowed the flesh and blood, then casually tossed aside what he was holding.

A small skull fell to the ground and rolled a few times along the blue bricks under the courtyard.

It only came to a stop after hitting several skulls of varying sizes.

The empty eye sockets were extremely eerie.

"Is anyone here?"

The tiger demon slowly turned to the figure beside it.

Despite the stench filling the courtyard, Su Li forced a smile: "Replying to Lord Shaoshan, it should be soon."

He carefully picked up the wine jar and poured wine for the tiger demon.

"Half an hour ago, a servant reported that Liu Xincheng left the mansion in a hurry, probably to find the inner disciples of their Dongyuan Sect who were on patrol."

“I know Liu Xincheng well; he absolutely doesn’t have the guts to suppress the Qinggu matter.”

The tiger demon was getting impatient, and Su Li was just as anxious.

The flesh and blood of cultivators are naturally food for tiger demons, but they can get a share of the spiritual items in the Qiankun Bag.

The tiger demon from Corpse Abyss will leave this place after it finishes this task, and Qinggu is under the jurisdiction of Dongyuan Sect, so there's no way to trace it back to him.

Now that the Xuan Yuan Sect and the Dong Yuan Sect are at odds, they are happy to see trouble happening on Dong Yuan Sect's territory.

It was an unexpected and delightful surprise that a high-ranking inner disciple from the Dongyuan Sect was coming to inspect the area.

The thought of obtaining the Qiankun bags of the inner disciples of the six major sects filled Su Li with excitement.

"Enough with the nonsense!" The tiger demon's face turned fierce after hearing this, and he didn't want to listen to a single word Su Li said.

"Then let's go get another little child to go with the wine."

"Uh... yes."

Su Li dared not disobey. This tiger demon was the son of the Tiger Demon Lord of Corpse Bone Abyss, and his demonic power had already reached the late stage peak of the first rank.

It is equivalent to the cultivation level of a human cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Realm.

It was the last day, and everyone in Qinggu was going to die.

"May you die sooner and be reborn sooner..."

He muttered to himself.

……

The crow flew into the valley, landed on the tree closest to the valley entrance, and began to squawk loudly.

The tranquility of the valley was thus shattered.

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

The sound was extremely unpleasant.

Outside Qinggu, many villagers came out of their homes and were both surprised and angry when they saw the crows on the tree branches.

"That beast is here again!"

He turned around, took all sorts of farm tools and weapons from home, and went to swat at the crows in the trees.

"Get out!"

"Gah!"

The black crow flapped its wings and took flight, circling and cawing over the entire valley.

Some villagers in the valley took bows and arrows, while others took slingshots, and shot at the black crows in the sky.

"Die! Die!"

Everyone's face was etched with hatred and resentment.

At one moment, the black crow transformed into a wisp of dark spiritual light and vanished above Qinggu.

Finally, the crows stopped cawing abruptly.

The villagers stood frozen in place, their hands still trembling as they gripped their weapons, when suddenly someone cursed.

"You damn beast!"

Curses rose and fell, and before the noise subsided, an atmosphere of panic had already spread throughout the valley.

The crows have disappeared.

But the disasters it brings are never real.

At this moment, Song Yan, along with Liu Xincheng and Ju Luyi, also entered the valley.

Although the villagers in the valley did not recognize Song Yan, they certainly did recognize Liu Xincheng. The villagers swarmed forward and surrounded the three of them.

"Lord Liu, please save us and help us through this disaster!"

"Master Liu! Please help me..."

Among the villagers, some sharp-eyed people recognized the thin figure walking at the back, and the villagers' expressions immediately changed.

"why is it you again!"

An elderly peasant woman with a deeply lined face suddenly screamed, her withered fingers pointing sharply at Xiao Ju: "How dare you come back?!"

The crowd suddenly became commotion.

Several men holding pitchforks stared at her with sinister eyes and equally unfriendly expressions.

One of the shirtless youths spat on the ground: "A jinx!"

"She must have brought that unlucky bird back again!"

Ju Luyi's face turned pale, and she subconsciously shrank back half a step behind Song Yan.

Song Yan frowned, feeling puzzled.

How dare a bunch of ordinary farmers point fingers at a Qi Refining cultivator?
This somewhat overturned his understanding.

It seems that Ju Jingyi, who is too kind and gentle, has not received even the most basic respect.

For Ju Luyi, this was a very ordinary thing.

She was used to such criticism every time she returned to her hometown.

This time, however, the villagers' resentment was particularly strong, which frightened her.

To the villagers, Ju Luyi was no different from that demonic bird.

This girl was born on the day a crow descended, and her face was covered in black spots, making her an ominous sign from birth.

Sure enough, Qinggu suffered a series of disasters afterward.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Liu Xincheng immediately shouted, and the slight spiritual pressure from the Qi Refining cultivator caused the surrounding villagers to stagger backward.

But the hatred in their eyes only intensified.

Suddenly, someone grabbed a handful of vegetable leaves from the basket and threw them at Ju Luyi, yelling, "Get out!"

"Bringing back this demonic bird, is it to eat people?!"

hum...

With a flick of his finger, Song Yan unleashed a sharp sword aura that separated the three from the villagers.

The torrent of curses abruptly stopped.

“I have no interest in your personal grudges.”

Song Yan's expression was cold: "Now, who can tell me how Hu Gongfeng disappeared back then?"

Roar--

A deafening roar came from the mountain path on the east side of Qinggu.

A foul stench swept in from the direction of the Bai Clan Ancestral Hall, carrying with it the nauseating stench of rotting flesh and blood.

Song Yan felt a chill run down her spine and stared intently at the scene.

boom--

The heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall was crushed to pieces by a brute force. Amidst the flying wood chips, a burly figure, as large as a small mountain, slowly walked out with heavy steps.

With a tiger's head and a human body, its rough tongue licked the corner of its mouth before rolling up bits of meat into its mouth.

"Those Hu Gongfeng and Wu Gongfeng you mentioned..."

With its mouth slightly open, revealing a set of menacing fangs, the tiger demon's gaze locked onto Song Yan: "...Half of him is inside my belly, and the other half is in the cesspool."

Su Li followed beside the tiger demon, looking down at the people in the valley.

The entire Qinggu Valley fell silent.

Someone cried out in alarm, "A...a monster!"

The old farmer's hoe clattered to the ground, and his crotch was soaked.

The shirtless youth was terrified. He stumbled and fell, crawling backward on all fours as he ran, shouting, "Help! Immortal Master, save me!"

"Go and break the trap, and don't waste these mortals."

The tiger demon made a casual remark, then leaped down the mountain path, landing heavily on the ground.

Su Li replied, "Yes."

Even the smallest bit of food is still food. Although the blood and energy that ordinary people can provide is far less than that of cultivators, it is still quite good as a seasoning after a big meal.

Especially after seeing their "divine masters" who had protected them die one by one under their own claws.

The feeling of fear can make the flesh and blood firmer and more palatable.

(End of this chapter)