Cultivating a family of immortals

Cui Hehuan hired a group of men, disguised as passing merchants, and headed towards Mohe County.

After making sure no one noticed his whereabouts, he turned around in Chama Town and headed towards Qingping Mountain Village.

In reality, almost all the inner disciples of the Haoran Immortal Sect went to the front of the Mochuan River, and no one cared about the kill order at all.

Thus, Cui Hehuan entered the village without any trouble.

Just as they were setting up people at the village entrance to sell rice and firewood, they happened to catch a glimpse of a man leading a woman into the village.

Even a glimpse of her back was a shadow that haunted Cui Hehuan's mind day and night!

Xu Changle!

Haha, he's even married! I wonder if he has any children yet?

He sensed the surroundings and found no spiritual energy fluctuations from cultivators.

Then, smiling, he looked at the old woman in front of him who had been asking about rice, and said, "I just heard that you are attending a banquet tomorrow. May I ask which family here is having an event, a funeral or a wedding?"

The old woman, a villager, looked at the merchant in front of her, whose head was covered by a veil and whose face was completely obscured by the veil, and said with displeasure:

"Who asks about things without first knowing the truth? You, shopkeeper, why are you covering your face with that tattered gauze?"

Cui Hehuan responded with a smile: "That was a bit abrupt. I wear this veil because I was attacked by a wild beast when I was a child, which injured my face and made me look a bit ugly, so I wear this thing."

The old woman nodded and said, "So your face was gnawed by a wild beast. It's best to cover it up. To tell you the truth, tomorrow is the birthday celebration of the garrison commander of Qingping Mountain Village. You've come at the right time; the villagers have just bought this rice to present to the garrison commander!"

After saying this, she weighed out several kilograms of rice, calculated the amount of copper coins, gave them to Cui Hehuan, and then left.

Cui Hehuan frowned deeply. Xu Wanghe was nowhere to be found, and Fang Shouzhuo was nowhere to be found either. There were no such two people in the village. He had to find out where Fang Shouzhuo was.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to chat about buying and selling, Cui Hehuan finally managed to find out the whereabouts of Xu Wanghe and Fang Shouzhuo.

"The garrison commander and Master Fang will be traveling to town by spirit boat after noon to buy the necessities for tomorrow. If you wish to pay your respects to the garrison commander and Master Fang, you will have to wait for the garrison commander to return."

Suppressing his excitement, Cui Hehuan smiled and said, "Of course. I have admired the celestial masters since I was a child, but I have never met one despite traveling all over the country. Today's visit to Qingping Mountain Village is a good opportunity."

The person who answered chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that you merchants are lucky to have the opportunity to pay homage to the garrison commander on his birthday. Otherwise, why would that immortal master, who usually keeps a low profile, come out to let you worship him?

After a while, more and more villagers gathered around the caravan, asking about the price of rice.

Meanwhile, Cui Hehuan had already taken advantage of the crowd to sneak into the village.

As a cultivator, he needed to conceal his whereabouts, so naturally the villagers couldn't detect it.

After turning through several streets and alleys, Cui Hehuan paused for a moment at the former entrance of the Cui family home.

Since the Cui family was wiped out, no one passes by this place even during the day. Even if they want to go to the other side, most villagers choose to take a detour.

Looking at the desolate mansion, the plaque on the door had fallen to the ground, half of the character "Cui" was already buried in the snow, and the dust on it was mixed with frost, making it look extremely dilapidated.

Cui Hehuan chuckled twice, seemingly lost in thought.

He turned and left.

In my memory, the Xu residence was located in the southeast corner.

It was already 1:30 PM, and the sun was beginning to set.

Cui Hehuan finally arrived outside the Xu residence.

He leaped onto the courtyard wall and arrived at the top of the main hall.

Inside the Xu residence, the sounds of Xu Changle and Zhou Xingyao chatting and laughing drifted into the courtyard, while outside, many local soldiers and laborers were carrying tables, chairs, and other items inside.

Xu Changle sat in the main hall, unaware that Cui Hehuan had arrived, but his brows were furrowed and he was extremely uneasy.

"Xingyao, I..."

Zhou Xingyao noticed Xu Changle's unusual behavior and quickly brought her a cup of tea. "What's wrong?"

Xu Changle's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

"I don't know why, but I feel a bit flustered and my breathing is extremely unstable."

"Perhaps..." Zhou Xingyao looked at Xu Changle with concern.

Xu Changle understood what Zhou Xingyao meant and shook his head, "Don't worry, she probably caught a cold yesterday."

On the roof of the main hall, Cui Hehuan sat quietly, using his spiritual power to sense whether there were any hidden cultivators around, while listening to the conversations coming from the mansion below.

He sneered, "Does he know his death is imminent?"

As he spoke, he let out a soft exclamation and saw a village soldier outside the Xu residence helping a drunk man wander aimlessly through the village.

"Just as the Chang brothers wrote in their letter, the Xu family, for the sake of appearances, hired a local soldier to take care of Sun Erzhu... It's truly hypocritical to the extreme."

Shaking his head, Cui Hehuan continued to investigate the situation.

He laughed at 3:15 PM.

There are absolutely no cultivators in the village!

His eyes gradually turned blood red.

The snow, which had stopped for a day, suddenly started falling again.

Without delay, Cui Hehuan calmly stood up, letting the snow fall on him. He made a hand seal, and a long sword floated behind him. He jumped off the roof and landed in the courtyard.

Dozens of villagers were busy in the courtyard. One of them, who had previously bought rice from his stall, looked distracted and asked:

"Shopkeeper, what brings you here?"

In the main hall, Xu Changle suddenly stood up, Zhou Xingyao gripped his arm tightly, and the two of them stared at the man wearing a veil in the courtyard.

Cui Hehuan's lips curled up, and she reached out to remove the veil from her head and tossed it aside.

Immediately, the villagers in the courtyard became noisy.

"He is... an orphan of the Cui family..."

"It's Cui Hehuan! He's back?"

Although Cui Hehuan was born with spiritual roots from a young age and joined the Haoran Immortal Sect, he was still a well-known figure in the village, and everyone recognized him at this moment.

Thinking of what happened back then, everyone's expression changed.

This boy's return... will surely be to seek revenge against the Xu family!

Immediately, a villager picked up a hoe that was lying in the corner of the wall and shouted:

"Those traitors of the Cui family, they actually dare to come back? Are they here to die?"

In an instant, many villagers surrounded him.

Cui Hehuan looked at the villagers with a cold smile, his hand forming a hand seal, and streams of spiritual energy formed illusory swords pointing directly at the crowd.

Only now did these villagers suddenly remember that the orphan of the Cui family was a cultivator, a celestial master...

"You may all leave now and close the courtyard gate."

Xu Changle suddenly spoke up.

The villagers present hesitated. They knew that Xu Changle, the eldest son of the head of the household, was only a mortal and not present today. If they retreated…

"Everyone step back, I have my own way of dealing with this person!" Xu Changle said again.

Upon hearing this, the local militia slowly retreated like a receding tide.

The last person turned back and locked the courtyard gate, then said to the others, "I don't know what tricks the garrison has left for Young Master Xu, but it would be inappropriate for us to retreat. We should quickly send someone on horseback to the town to find the garrison and tell them what happened. Remember to make it clear that it was Young Master Xu who didn't want us to lose our lives in vain, which is why he asked us to retreat!"

in the courtyard.

Cui Hehuan stood quietly in the snow, looking at Xu Changle inside the room.

Xu Changle smiled slightly, slowly walked out, and stood in the courtyard, saying:

"Cui Hehuan?"

Cui Hehuan had already heard the villagers' voices outside. Without bothering to be mysterious, he stepped forward with his sword drawn and sneered:

"Even if your grandfather is here, you bastard of the Xu family, today I've come to take your life!"

The spiritual energy dispersed the snow, and a sword light pierced straight towards Xu Changle.