After the witch ripped out his heart, this mortal body began to lose control.

As the Shenshi hour approaches, the sun begins to set in the west.

The golden-red sunlight spread out softly, neither dazzling nor scorching, but rather gently and quietly.

Bathed in sunlight, Lu Changsheng practiced the Wind Control Technique alone in the mountains outside the village. After many days of studying this technique, he had mastered it.

Now he can stand in mid-air and ride the wind.

Chu Feng sent back a message:

"A large number of Qi Refining Realm cultivators from the Li family have quietly bypassed Chengnan Village and headed due south!"

"Due south?"

Lu Changsheng's eyes narrowed.

What lies further south of Chengnan Village? What are these people up to?

He immediately decided to go.

During their journey, Chu Feng had already briefed him on the enemy's general situation.

There were thirty-three cultivators in total, all of whom were at the peak of Qi Refining. The two leaders were a body cultivator at the early stage of Foundation Establishment and a magic cultivator at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

What kind of mission could possibly require the Li family to send out a mid-Foundation Establishment expert?

On a mountain road less than two miles from Chengnan Village, more than thirty Li family cultivators were traveling in an orderly fashion, flying low on their swords.

Led by Yang Xuan, the second elder of the Li family, and followed by Sun Biao, the guest elder, the two flew swiftly through the air, leaving a group of Qi Refining cultivators far behind.

Hundreds of meters below, in the bushes, a concealment array had already been set up. Li Quan, along with Chu Feng, Zhao Hu, and more than ten underlings, were quietly monitoring the Li family cultivators in the sky.

Zhao Hu couldn't help but say:

"Brother Feng, why hasn't Brother Changsheng arrived yet? Among those people up there, I can only beat the two leaders; the others are just so-so in terms of cultivation."

Since Steward Li is here anyway, why don't we just go and kill them first?

Chu Feng glanced at him and said in a deep voice:

"Tiger, have you forgotten what Brother Changsheng said?"

Be cautious in all things, and never judge people based on a sliver of information.

Look at that group of people above. They've traveled over 150 miles from Yunyang City on their swords, yet their breathing remains steady. This shows their spiritual power is quite solid.

Could you do that?

Tiger lowered his head and stammered, "No... So what do we do now?"

Chu Feng's sharp gaze remained fixed on the distant sky, but he continued speaking:

"Keep watching from a distance and wait for the boss to join us."

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; as long as you remain inactive, you will always maintain the initiative."

The Li family cultivators landed slowly when they were about a mile from a village.

Yang Xuan looked at the village not far away and asked:

"Sun Biao, that village ahead should be the Black Stone Village the patriarch mentioned. Once we enter the village, you must not act rashly."

Sun Biao, however, disagreed:

"They are nothing but a bunch of mortal ants, what can they do to me?"

"If they displease me, what's wrong with killing them all?"

As dusk fell, a half-red sun hung in the sky, its afterglow bathing Chengnan Village in a warm glow.

Smoke drifted from the chimneys of every household, and the aroma of cooked food mingled with the scent of wheat permeated the village, giving this mountain village a sense of peace and contentment.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance,

The women sat on small stools twisting hemp thread and sewing shoe soles.

The sounds of casual conversation carried far, occasionally punctuated by bursts of hearty laughter.

On the threshing ground,

A dozen or so children chased and played barefoot, their soles covered in dust, yet they laughed with great joy.

Five-year-old Gouwa, with his hair in a high ponytail and sweat beading on his forehead, was running energetically across the threshing ground.

The little girl clutched a rattle drum that had been worn smooth and shiny.

The drum frame was made of locust wood, and the drumhead was made of python skin.

Two small wooden beads, strung on ropes at both ends of the drum, strike the drum as it is shaken.

dong dong dong! !

The sound was crisp and melodious.

"Come and chase me! Hahaha!"

The puppy's short legs moved incredibly fast, occasionally turning back to grin at its companions.

The rattle drum was swung even more enthusiastically, and laughter echoed as they circled back and forth around the threshing ground.

But this peace was shattered in the next instant.

Gouwa was so focused on looking back that he didn't notice what was in front of him and crashed into a hard "wall".

He leaned back and slipped.

*Thud!*

He fell onto the still-warm ground.

The rattle flew out of his hand, rolled twice, and came to rest right in front of a pair of muddy coarse cloth boots.

"Whose brat is this? Are you blind? How dare you bump into me?"

His angry shout was like thunder. Sun Biao frowned and looked down at Gouwa, who had fallen to the ground.

Seeing that it was getting dark and he still had to carry out the mission, he was already furious, and this collision only added fuel to the fire.

He stretched out his thick hand, grabbed Gouwa by the back of the neck like he was lifting a chick, and forcefully lifted him up.

Gouwa's feet left the ground, his little hands flailing wildly, his neck being strangled so tightly he could hardly breathe, and tears welled up instantly.

The next moment, he watched helplessly as Sun Biao raised his right foot and stomped hard on his rattle drum.

Click!

A crisp sound came from the sole of the shoe, and the drum body cracked open.

"My drum!"

Wow!

Gouwa's cries were sharp and desperate, his face covered in tears and snot.

This was his only toy, and it was destroyed at this moment.

"Cry, cry, cry! I'll teach you to cry!" Sun Biao angrily lifted Gouwa above his head, as if to smash him to the ground.

The women under the locust tree, witnessing this scene, immediately stood up, shouting, "Stop!"

He was about to rush forward to stop them, but it was too late; they were too far away.

At this critical moment, a large, calloused hand suddenly gripped Sun Biao's arm and said in a deep voice:

"Fellow Daoist, why bother arguing with a five-year-old child?"

The man who spoke had dark skin, was tall, and had a lot of muscle; everyone in the village called him Old Fang.

A sharp glint flashed in Lao Fang's eyes. Judging from his demeanor, anyone could tell that he was no ordinary villager.

He's a monk!

Yang Xuan, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow upon seeing this:

"Are you Fang Muhan, the Lone Wolf Silver Spear?"

Unbelievable!

This tiny village actually hides a master.

This is interesting! This is really interesting!!

"Second Elder, just do it!"

Stop wasting your breath on this traitor!

Sun Biao shouted and threw Gouwa out, his fist slamming into Lao Fang's chest with a powerful gust of wind.

Old Fang, however, did not take the attack. He dodged the attack to the side and used his spiritual power to catch Gouwa steadily.

After gently placing the dog on the ground beside him, he patted the child's head.

He held out a piece of candy to Gouwa.

"Doggy, look what this is!"

Crying babies don't get candy, so wipe your snot.

Take the candy to your mother.

"Okay." Gouwa readily agreed, took the candy, and ran towards the locust tree.

Watching Gouwa run towards his mother, Lao Fang's originally gentle eyes turned fierce.

"As a cultivator, he doesn't even spare children."

They're utterly beasts!

You are unworthy of being called cultivators!

He raised his right hand and used his spiritual power to control a silver spear inside the locust tree cave, which flew into his hand.

This spear was over ten feet long, and its shaft gleamed with a cold light.

It was a weapon he used in his early years.

He stroked the weapon he hadn't touched in years and said calmly:

"Old friend, long time no see!"

"We've been hiding for so many years, but I never expected you guys to still come!!"

As he spoke, he flicked his spear, the tip pointing directly at Sun Biao.

"Sun Biao, if you want to cause trouble in Chengnan Village, you'd better ask my gun first!!"

Sun Biao didn't seem to care about the spear in Lao Fang's hand.

"We've been rivals for decades, why would I be afraid of you?"

You old bastard, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time!

I've never had the chance.

Today, iron-fisted warriors clash with lone-blooded silver spear!

It distinguishes not only superior and inferior, but also life and death!

Sun and Fang were both body cultivators at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and their cultivation levels were comparable.

Sun Biao unleashed a fierce attack with his iron fists, the wind from his punches whistling through the air.

Old Fang maneuvered with his gun, sometimes thrusting straight down, sometimes sweeping horizontally.

They specifically targeted Sun Biao's weaknesses, especially focusing their attacks on his vulnerable spots.

Although Sun Biao had external martial arts skills to protect himself, he was still forced to retreat repeatedly by the attack, and for a time it was impossible to determine the winner.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xuan curled his lips into a cold smile.

"One-on-one?"

It's nothing but reckless bravado.

I have no interest in playing with you guys!

He formed hand seals and began to gather his strength.

Although his Crimson Flame Lotus was incredibly powerful, it required two breaths to charge up.

Crimson spiritual energy gathered in his palm as he prepared to help Sun Biao defeat Lao Fang.

But at that moment, he was surrounded by more than a dozen villagers at the Qi Refining Realm.

These people are all cultivators that Lao Fang has secretly trained over the years.

They usually pretended to be ordinary villagers, but now they all brandished their weapons and roared at Yang Xuan.

"If you want to ambush Lao Fang, you'll have to get past us first!!"

"Hahaha! Now you're trying to stop me? Too late!"

Yang Xuan laughed wildly. The fire lotus had already taken shape. He threw it out of his hand, heading towards Lao Fang, who was engaged in a fierce battle over there.

Seeing this, Lao Fang had no choice but to hastily respond, holding his spear horizontally in front of him in an attempt to block Yang Xuan's fireball.

Bang! !

The fireball collided with the gun barrel.

It exploded instantly, turning an area of ​​several feet into a sea of ​​fire, with flames sweeping across and burning rocks.

The residual force alone forced Lao Fang back several feet, causing his hands to tremble and blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

Upon seeing this, the villagers from the south of the city attacked Yang Xuan without saying a word, but to their surprise, the latter remained completely calm.

He charged straight into the crowd and blasted everyone away in an instant with a single move.