Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

The white light emitted by the Nianjie Ruler suddenly intensified, and a wisp of white light, as thin as a spider's thread, struck Wu Xian.

Wu Xian suddenly stopped, his eyes still somewhat dazed, but he was finally out of danger.

But the others could fall into the dream world of the erotic demon at any time.

The Mind Ruler, imbued with Shen Zhen's almost self-destructive mental power, shone brightly with white light, like a small sun, pressing down on Devouring Illusion and the Demon of Illusion.

"How could this be?" The Demon of Illusion roared in extreme resentment and rage.

"Why?! Why is it you again?!"

"No—!!!" Shi Wang also let out a roar of resentment and venom.

Under the white light, they melted away as quickly as snow in spring.

Accompanying this was a muffled popping sound coming from the well.

"puff--"

Ren Fei and Miao Erhu both coughed up blood, but both of them showed expressions of relief.

The turbid water in the well became clear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pungent smell quickly dissipated, replaced by a faint, cool, earthy vapor.

The aura of the Devourer has vanished.

The moment the Illusionary Desire Demon erupted from the Mind Ruler, it transformed into countless tiny gray streams of energy, scattering in all directions and disappearing in an instant.

However, to escape from the immense power of the Nen Ruler, one must have paid a heavy price and suffered severe injuries.

The eerie energy that had enveloped the village completely disappeared.

The battle is over.

The scene was a mess, with fallen trees and people sitting or lying down, panting heavily.

Shen Zhen knelt on one knee, using the Mind Ruler to support her body so that she wouldn't fall.

His face was ashen, and the tiger's mouth of his hand holding the ruler was cracked, with blood slowly flowing down the ruler.

My vision blurred, and the colors and sounds of the world seemed to fade and diminish rapidly, leaving only a heavy tinnitus and a feeling of utter exhaustion.

"Captain Shen!" Wu Xian rushed over to help Shen Zhen.

Are you alright?

"I'm fine," Shen Zhen said, panting heavily, her voice hoarse.

"Just take a rest."

He tried to stand up, but stumbled and was caught by Zhao Huaijin who had rushed over.

"Don't move yet, you've overdrawn yourself too much," Zhao Huaijin said in a deep voice.

Ren Fei and Miao Erhu also walked over, supporting each other. Both of them were very weak at the time and were slowly recuperating on their own.

Qi Xuejian and Chen Xi are relatively better off.

The villagers gradually came to their senses. They looked at each other blankly, their faces a mixture of confusion and lingering fear.

Some people subconsciously looked around, as if to confirm whether they had truly escaped that terrible dream.

Then, as if waking from a deep dream, he kept making some confused muttering sounds.

Some villagers rubbed their heads, and it took them a while to remember what had just happened.

However, the return of memories did not immediately bring peace of mind; instead, it made the fear even clearer, and many people still had lingering fear on their faces.

Then they discovered that many people from the Jingxie Division had come to the village, so they all stepped forward to greet them.

"Your Excellency, we are so grateful to you all today."

An elderly man with gray hair stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the crowd, and looked on with gratitude in his eyes.

Other villagers also expressed their gratitude, but their tone still carried a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

"Yes, Your Excellency, you are our village's saviors."

"If you hadn't arrived in time, we really don't know what would have happened to us."

"..."

The middle-aged man carrying the grain sack hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and asked:

"Your Excellency, has our village been punished by our ancestors?"

The people in our village deeply respect our ancestors and the temple.

They burn incense and pray devoutly every day!

The others nodded in agreement, their eyes still filled with unease.

Li Qingyan and Zhou Shi stepped forward, and Li Qingyan spoke gently:

"The Divine Ancestor will not punish without cause. Everyone, do not panic. It was just a common variant of cholera, which we have already driven away."

After calming the villagers down, Shen Zhen said:

"We... hurry up and go support Team Lei." His voice was still very weak.

The group then hurriedly headed towards Zhangjiawan.

Meanwhile, in a secluded mountain valley on the outskirts of the city, a transaction is taking place.

There was a simple wooden hut, surrounded by seven or eight men in black, looking wary.

In front of the wooden house, a middle-aged man in plain clothes was handing a wooden box to a man in black across from him.

The man was short and thin with shrewd eyes; he was none other than Jin Wanquan, the treasurer of the Divine Grace Treasury.

A fawning smile played on his lips, but his tone was wary:

"These are all Spirit-Rank Spirit Dust Liquids prepared according to your requirements."

The purity is absolutely sufficient; using it to enhance the mutant's instinctive control is very effective.

The man in black took the wooden box and saw dozens of bottles filled with shimmering golden Nianchen Liquid, its purity far surpassing that of the mortal-grade liquid Shen Zhen had received.

The man in black nodded in satisfaction and took a bag out of his pocket, handing it to Jin Wanquan.

But a woman's voice came out:

"This is a deposit. After the matter is completed, the Divine Envoy will reward you handsomely."

Jin Wanquan took the bag, opened it, and saw that it was full of glittering gold coins. His eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly put it away, his smile widening.

"Thank you for your kindness, Divine Envoy!"

I will definitely cooperate fully, but...

The temple is cracking down hard lately, could we perhaps find another place for the next transaction?

"That's none of your concern," the woman in black said coldly.

"You just need to prepare the Mind-Dust Liquid on time. Don't ask about anything else that you shouldn't ask."

Jin Wanquan gave an awkward laugh, unconsciously swallowed, and dared not say anything more.

As the God of Grace, he amassed considerable wealth through his position.

Four years ago, driven by greed, he was instructed by someone in the royal family to secretly provide Nian Dust Liquid to heretics.

Recently, the royal family once again used threats and inducements, leaving him no choice but to compromise.

He knew that if this matter were exposed, he would be severely punished by the temple, but with the generous rewards from both sides and the coercion from the royal family intertwined, he could no longer turn back.

Just as the man in black turned to leave.

A clear, cool female voice suddenly came from both sides of the valley:

"Stop right there! This is an investigation by the Exorcism Bureau!"

Before he finished speaking, more than ten members of the Jingxie Division, dressed in their uniforms, rushed out from the woods on both sides of the ravine and quickly surrounded the man in black.

The leader was a woman, tall and straight, with a cold face and sharp eyes. She was Han Yan, the captain of the first team of the Jingxie Division.

She held a long sword in her hand, the blade gleaming coldly, clearly indicating that she had been lying in ambush for some time.

With a wave of her hand, Han Yan immediately tightened the encirclement. The air rippled with barely perceptible psychic energy, indicating that they were ready for battle.

The woman in black's eyes narrowed: "This is bad!"

Jin Wanquan instinctively stepped back, trying to hide behind the wooden house.

The woman in black shouted to the surrounding black-clad believers:

"Stop them, split up!"

Several black-clad believers immediately drew patterned short blades from their waists, the blades glowing dimly under the influence of their mental power, and charged towards the members of the Purification Division.

Han Yan snorted coldly and charged forward first. She brandished her longsword, the sword light flashing like a bolt of lightning, instantly wounding the two black-clad believers.

Her movements were clean and swift, each move deadly, clearly those of a seasoned veteran.

"Jin Wanquan, you colluded with heretics and stole the Spirit Dust Liquid to strengthen your mutant form. The evidence is irrefutable. Surrender now!"

As Han Yan fought, she shouted at Jin Wanquan in a clear, cold voice, carrying an undeniable authority.

Jin Wanquan was already feeling guilty, and now, Han Yan's shout terrified him so much that he turned pale and screamed in a trembling voice:

"Han Yan?!"

......impossible!

What are you doing here?!

He turned to run, but was blocked by a man in blue robes who had silently descended from the rooftop.

The man in blue held a folding fan, his figure elegant, and a playful smile on his face.

It was Ye Zhi Qiu from Qi Tian Palace.

He gently opened the folding fan, blocking Jin Wanquan's path:

"Treasurer, don't rush off. Captain Hanyan hasn't finished questioning you yet."