Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Living among a mob, no one dares to be the one who is clear-headed.

But now that Aunt Rozan's evil deeds have been exposed to everyone without any warning, all collective interests seem to have become unimportant.

Because Aunt Rozan, the culprit, confessed everything herself; she was the one who caused the tribe's collapse!

Latin, with his thin frame, stood there, excited and furious, and grabbed a stool, smashing it over Rozan's head:

"Why? You've been sucking our blood for so long and you're still not satisfied. You even want to take my child's birthday present! You've ruined our tribe. From now on, you can go herd sheep by yourself! I respected you as a tribal leader, but you treated me like a slave. You bastard! I will hunt and raise my child myself!"

"You beast, you're the one who caused our tribe to be wiped out!"

The villagers who had been oppressed in the past stood up and punched and kicked Luo Zan. After venting their anger, they left this place they had wanted to leave for a long time.

Chapter 169 Please spare my pants!

The already lifeless shepherd village was deserted overnight. The remaining figures were either leaving or, feeling indignant, had returned and punched Aunt Luozan a few more times.

This village should have died many years ago, but it lingered on until now, when it finally crumbled completely.

"This must be the legendary 'running away with a bucket' story."

Chu Mingkong sighed, pulling up a pair of riding breeches he had just scavenged. They were barely a good fit, except the middle pockets were a bit too small to fit Chu Mingkong's elephant, so he had to find another leg to hang down.

The friction is intense when he walks, and the friction makes him want to see Kazekage's black silk-stockinged legs. The sight of black silk-stockinged legs gives him a headache!

It's better not to wear it at all!

Fengying didn't notice her young master's strange behavior. She stared blankly at the village that had completely disappeared. The villagers' faces were undoubtedly happy and relieved, but she still had mixed feelings.

"When I heard about the destruction of a certain tribe before, I always felt it was something very distant. Only now do I feel that it is happening around me. What I did... is it good or bad for the villagers?"

Chu Mingkong suppressed his raging "gun intent," trying his best to empathize with Feng Ying's tone. Holding her black-stockinged legs, he sighed and said:

"It's hard to say whether it's right or wrong, just like my willfulness back then. Do you really think I did something wrong, or do you blame me?"

Fengying replied without hesitation, "Of course I'm to blame."

Chu Mingkong: "..."

Dear sister, your answer makes it hard for me to continue the conversation, and it makes me very embarrassed, you know?

Even if you really blame me, couldn't you at least cooperate and let me finish what I had to say, or just stay silent...?

Feng Ying smiled and added:

"If it weren't for your foolishness back then, which made me feel like I was caught in the middle, I could have played with you from childhood to adulthood, making you the apple of my eye, and you would feel uneasy and miss me terribly if you were away from me for even a day."

Now I can only play with you for half a month, no, wait until I meet Zuo Qiuchi, maybe not even half a month. Who should I blame? If not for your foolishness, then who should I blame?

It's fortunate that such remarks are legal in this world, otherwise you'd be arrested on the spot.

"Well... well, it's my fault." Chu Mingkong felt embarrassed by Feng Ying's words. "Where was I? Oh, about the village falling apart. Feng Ying, you're just too concerned about the 'past,' worrying about whether they can live well in the future. You're overthinking it. Just make sure you're doing the right thing now."

Chu Mingkong stomped his foot, bounced on the spot, adjusted the egg's position, and only continued after he was comfortable:

"In this kind of thing, as long as you feel at peace with yourself and your mind is clear, that's enough. It's like doing something on your own whim."

I like you, I help you, but it has nothing to do with you.

The village truly no longer exists; the totem and the people of the tribe are gone. Perhaps this is a new beginning. Could it be worse than clinging to those rotten things?

Feng Ying found it quite amusing to look at the tiny Chu Mingkong, who was spouting profound truths one after another, as if a child dressed as a teacher had appeared in a private school and started giving a lecture.

Feng Ying, a person with a strong independent nature, hates nothing more than others pointing fingers at her and spouting grand theories. However, she listened patiently to what Chu Mingkong said and even found it very reasonable.

"The way you're acting like such a serious little gentleman right now makes me want to see you begging me to step on you, letting out your adorable side~"

"..." Chu Mingkong said angrily, "I'm being serious here, don't keep bringing up those irrelevant things!"

"Then you're not allowed to touch my legs anymore~"

"No!" Chu Mingkong said urgently.

Fengying felt pleased to see him clinging to her like this. However, she was both amused and exasperated to see his awkward gait with one trouser leg bulging out.

"Are you uncomfortable wearing these riding breeches? Why don't you take them off? You've been naked for so long, a little longer won't make a difference."

"That's not good, it will affect my public image." Chu Mingkong's voice suddenly dropped and became inaudible, leaving only his mouth to communicate with Feng Ying: "Feng Ying, is someone following us?"

Chu Mingkong has now returned to the forest where the altar was located with Feng Ying. The dense forest blocks out the sky, making it difficult to distinguish between day and night.

Something had just been frantically probing the edge of Chu Mingkong's perception range. When he was adjusting the egg path, he inadvertently slowed down and unexpectedly discovered that something had flashed by within his perception range, appearing for only a moment before quickly leaving his perception range.

Extremely sensitive!

Fengying became serious. She nodded slightly, quietly cast a small-scale silencing barrier, and said:

"Yes, there is, but the one following us is probably a pet that's been kept around. Its owner is probably observing us from nearby. I'll disappear and see if there are any other guys around. You be careful."

"Ookoook!"

Chu Mingkong made an "OK" gesture. Feng Ying could barely understand that it meant "received," but she didn't understand why it was this gesture.

Her figure slowly dissipated like a dream; watching her disappear, one could not pinpoint where she had gone.

In the dense forest, the Enchanting Incense Girl observed the two uninvited guests. Their destination was clear: they were heading straight for the totem altar, but...

"Hiss—what's wrong with me today? Why did I suddenly faint in the woods? Huh?! In the blink of an eye, that woman disappeared?!"

Although Bewitching Incense was a disciple of the Joyful Union Sect, she had learned the art of beast taming by chance and was quite skilled at raising spirit beasts. She had four spirit beasts that she had arranged to monitor her, but none of them had discovered the woman's whereabouts.

Were we noticed?

"These two should be the two people Anxixiang sent back before she died. That little boy... did he hide something in his pants? It was already overflowing, but he still forced it in."

Normally, if there are things that are inconvenient to carry, it is most convenient to put them directly into a storage container, except for special spiritual treasures that are difficult to store.

Could this be a treasure plundered from benzoin?

The Bewitching Incense took out a spike, a type of hidden weapon. It has little lethality but is extremely good at concealing its presence. It is usually used by thieves to cut off other people's purses and sachets. Occasionally, it can be very useful in strange places.

She aimed in the direction the boy was walking and launched the projectile.

Chu Mingkong didn't realize the awl was flying so close until it was almost upon him, but it was too late. The awl pierced the bulge in his trouser leg and bounced off with a "clang." Chu Mingkong's physical body was incredibly strong; this small thing couldn't hurt him, but...

"I just found these pants, and you've already slashed them this big with a hidden weapon?!"

Chu Mingkong looked down at his open-crotch pants, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Chapter 170 It Doesn't Matter Whether You Wear It or Not

That burst of bullets just now left a long gash in Chu Mingkong's pants, and Niu Niu, who had been trapped in a small space, was thrown out.

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Chu Mingkong hadn't even had a chance to wear these pants before they were destroyed in the blink of an eye. He looked sharply in the direction from which the hidden weapon had come and met the eyes of a woman hidden in the darkness—the same woman he had met during the day, the one named Bewitching Incense.

When the Bewitching Incense saw what was exposed in the boy's pants, she was immediately stunned. She never expected it to be this. Is this really something a human child could possess? Isn't this a bit too exaggerated?

The next second, the Bewitching Incense witnessed an even more terrifying scene.

The child, in a fit of despair, tore his pants and threw them away. He pulled out a heavy sword from somewhere, its large and small heads both standing erect and red with anger. His small body, wielding a disproportionately large weapon (referring to the heavy sword in his hand), let out a strange cry and charged at her, intending to cut her down.

The Bewitching Incense was no stranger to formidable enemies. The competition among the candidates for the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect was as fierce as raising poisonous insects, with all sorts of methods being used on others, often involving bloodshed and cruelty. The Bewitching Incense had seen it all.

But she had never seen such a scene before!

In her haste, the Bewitching Incense summoned one of her spirit pets to stop him. A shadowy figure flashed through the darkness, carrying a foul stench as it pounced on Chu Mingkong.

However, Chu Mingkong didn't take it seriously at all. He swung his heavy sword around and swatted the dark figure to death on the ground like swatting a fly. Upon closer inspection, it was a mutated flying squirrel with long, sharp fangs, but no matter how frightening it was, Chu Mingkong killed it with a single blow.

Taking advantage of Chu Mingkong's momentary lapse in movement, the Bewitching Incense vanished into the distance. However, she hadn't gone far when she let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground—it was Feng Ying who had struck her, knocking her unconscious with a single chop to the neck.

When Chu Mingkong rushed over and saw Feng Ying, his mood calmed down a bit. He put away his weapon and remained silent.

Feng asked the question that Chu Mingkong had heard most often during this period:

"Where did your pants go in the blink of an eye?"

Chu Mingkong lowered his head and gritted his teeth, saying:

"That stupid woman from the Hehuan Sect tore it open, made a cut, and turned it into an open-crotch garment."

Fengying imagined the scene of him in his open-crotch pants, finding it quite comical. She regretted checking her surroundings earlier and missing that moment. She suppressed a laugh and said:

"How about we go back and find another one?"

“I refuse. Your tribe’s riding breeches are not comfortable to wear. They’re really like small breeches for small villages.”

"Then how about we take off this woman's skirt and put it on you? That way it won't be too small, right?" Feng Ying squatted down and patted his little head reassuringly.

"Stop touching me, the more you touch me, the more swollen and uncomfortable I feel." Chu Mingkong reflected on the situation and found the root cause: "Forget it, I'd better not wear it. Fengying, I'm not very welcome here in your hometown. Since I came here, I haven't been able to put on my pants properly. I'll just wear a big suit of armor from now on."

Feng Ying teased him about not mentioning the pants, so she steered the conversation back to the present situation, looking at the unconscious woman on the ground, and said:

"I just surveyed the area and found a few masked guys, I knocked them all out. Do you know this woman?"

"I wouldn't say I know him..." Chu Mingkong then recounted his previous infiltration of the totem altar, and as he spoke, he took out several more bottles of Forgetfulness Potion.

He squatted down next to the incense, pried open her small mouth, forced open her teeth, and poured in the potion of forgetfulness to relieve his resentment at having no pants to wear.

Feng Ying pondered for a moment, mentally assessing the organization's strength, and nodded in affirmation:

"Compared to ordinary sects, the Rakshasa Society's basic strength is quite good, but their manpower is not enough. These are the strongest people you saw in that altar?"

This isn't to say that other sects are inferior; the Rakshasa Society is simply different from traditional sects. All sects can be viewed as educational institutions, responsible for guiding qualified newcomers into the field and cultivating talent from scratch. Of course, they also recruit independent cultivators and guest elders who already possess cultivation levels to expand their high-level combat power.

This Rakshasa Society is essentially a cram school; they recruit talented individuals from various sects, using their resources to further train and cultivate these existing talents. It's quite normal for their members to have higher initial strength than those from ordinary sects.

However, a totem altar in the middle of nowhere would be equivalent to an outpost in a major sect, usually used by outer disciples for menial tasks. Yet the Rakshasa Society managed to place several elders with the strength of elders in such a small place.

Is this an isolated case, or does the Rakshasa Society really have that many people? That they can even use people of this level as menial tasks?

Feng Ying could easily defeat these people because of her cultivation level and combat ability, which were comparable to any major sect leader, but that did not prevent her from taking them seriously.

Chu Mingkong counted the ranks of the Rakshasa Society on his fingers and said uncertainly:

"From what I overheard, there must be someone above them, at least a guy called Earth Yaksha. And in that small altar, the highest-ranking members are the Incense Clan and the Asura Clan. I took out that Asura Clan member; he was the owner of the bone armor I was wearing earlier. If this organization hadn't sent more people here, then the strongest ones would probably only be your master and this woman called Bewitching Incense."

“If it’s only this difficult, then we don’t need Zuo Qiuchi. The two of us can go inside the altar. But just in case, I’ll try to stay hidden.”