Chapter 305 - 280: People from the Fang Family_1

The Six Wolves of the Sky were all annihilated, their bones buried in foreign lands.

After a quick check, only two of them had Sumi Mustard Seed Bags, which were taken by Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo, one each.

Next, they turned to face Yan Qi.

As Yan Qi looked at Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo, a strong sense of unease filled his eyes.

The formidable Six Wolves of the Sky had been cut down like vegetables in an instant, would they spare him?

He, with his cultivation level blocked, did not escape before and now, he did not dare to do so either.

At this moment, he anxiously watched Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo, waiting for the judgement of fate.

"Lead the way to Zhao Sirong,"

Lu Yan commanded coldly.

Yan Qi felt hopeful.

They still needed to find Zhao Sirong. As long as they needed something from him, there was hope for his survival.

"Yes, yes, I planted a poison in Zhao Sirong’s body. This one-horned centipede can trace Zhao Sirong’s whereabouts. If only..."

Yan Qi mistakenly thought that, like the Six Wolves of the Sky, Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo coveted the treasures carried by Zhao Sirong and Wang Lian, and quickly began to explain, eager to take credit.

"Lead the way and stop talking nonsense."

Lu Yan reprimanded coldly, his eyes turning fierce.

Yan Qi was startled and quickly nodded his head. He got up and controlled the one-horned centipede. The antennae on the centipede’s head waved about until it finally determined the correct direction.

Lu Yan grabbed Yan Qi by the throat and took off.

...

In a desolate mountain region, a figure was fleeing desperately, his body covered in blood. It was Wang Lian himself.

The old man who was with him, had already died.

Wang Lian wasn’t faring much better. He was heavily injured and had been poisoned. His face was pale and purple, and as he continued to run, his vitality surged causing the poison to intensify, slowing his pace significantly.

Fast approaching from behind were seven figures who quickly encircled Wang Lian.

"Wang Lian, where do you think you can run after being poisoned by the young master’s Purple Cloud Poison Skill?"

At the forefront was a handsome young man in his twenties, carrying a touch of femininity. His lean fingers were adorned by streaked venomous snakes, flicking their tongues as they moved.

"Fang Xuansha, our Shengxuan Sect has always maintained a good relationship with the Fang Family. Your actions are disgraceful in the eyes of the world," Wang Lian retorted defiantly.

"In this world, the law of the jungle prevails. The weak who hoard resources commit an original sin. It’s only right that the resources be handed over to the strong. Why should I feel ashamed?"

"Wang Lian, hand over your Sumi Mustard Seed Bag, I can grant you a quick death," Fang Xuansha said with a savage smile.

However, Wang Lian simply glared coldly at Fang Xuansha, unmoved by his offer.

"Seeking death."

Fang Xuansha’s face hardened, and with a swift palm strike, sent Wang Lian flying. He then made a grabbing motion at thin air, causing the Sumi Mustard Seed Bag Wang Lian was carrying to fly into his hands.

But upon seeing the contents of the Sumi Mustard Seed Bag, Fang Xuansha’s face filled with forbidding darkness. "Wang Lian, where are the items inside, and the divine-level martial arts of your Shengxuan Sect?"

"You won’t hear a word from me, hahaha, kill me now."

Wang Lian laughed, showing no fear.

"You think that if you don’t talk, I won’t be able to guess? They’re definitely with that closed-door disciple of yours, Zhao Sirong. She possesses a King’s True Body potential, so you’ve placed your hopes on her, right? Where is she?"

Fang Xuansha ice-cold voice echoed, his murderous intent as cold as a winter wind.

But Wang Lian remained silent, looking ready for death.

"Let him have a taste."

Fang Xuansha flicked his hand.

An elderly man dressed in a green robe stepped forward, and with a wave of his hand, released a swarm of poisonous bugs that quickly enveloped Wang Lian, biting incessantly.

Wang Lian’s face swelled into a deep shade of red and he screamed in agony.

"The pain caused by these bugs exceeds that of a bone-piercing agony. If you speak, it will lessen the pain," Fang Xuansha stated nonchalantly.

Still, Wang Lian did not say a word.

"Your bones are indeed hard, but don’t think I don’t have means to deal with you," Fang Xuansha sneered, walking towards Wang Lian with a pill in his hand. He forced the pill into Wang Lian’s mouth and, with a burst of True Vigor, sent it into his stomach.

Soon after, the look in Wang Lian’s eyes became vacant and he began to act dazed.

"Speak. Where is Zhao Sirong, your junior sister?" Fang Xuansha demanded.

Wang Lian’s body began shaking slightly as if he was struggling, but after a while, he calmed down and murmured in a dazed manner, "They’ve gone to Changze Village. They’ve disguised themselves and hidden their identities, planning to reappear once the storm has blown over."

"Where is Changze Village? Lead the way," Fang Xuansha ordered.

With great difficulty, Wang Lian stood and began to shuffle forward.

With a wave of his hand, Fang Xuansha signaled the others to follow.

As Wang Lian had been heavily poisoned, his pace was slow. It took them three full days and nights to arrive near Changze Village.

Changze Village, a small mountain village hidden among the trees, had fewer than a hundred households with several hundred people. It was surrounded by fences to ward off wild beasts.

When Fang Xuansha and Wang Lian arrived, it was dusk and the villagers had finished their work for the day, returning to their homes.

"You two, go up there and keep a good watch. Don’t let anyone escape," Fang Xuansha ordered.

"Yes."

Two figures sprang up into the air, walking on the void, hovering above the village. It was clear that they were both high-level practitioners who had reached the Fourth Refinement of the True Body stage.

"Look, what is that?"

"It’s a person, people can actually fly."

"It’s a Martial Cultivator."

The villagers below, upon seeing the two figures in the sky, showed fearful expressions.

Meanwhile, Fang Xuansha and the others, having captured Wang Lian, rushed into the mountain village.

Each one of Fang Xuansha’s group was radiating an extraordinary aura. The light in their eyes alone was terrifying, causing some villagers to retreat from their presence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I ask why you’ve come to our tiny village?"

An elder, his face dripping with cold sweat, trembled as he spoke up.

He was the village head.

Boom!

A middle-aged strongman unleashed a palm strike, and a mighty force surged forth from it, completely demolishing a large tree large enough for two people to encircle. His emotionless voice echoed: "You have the time it takes to burn a stick of incense to gather all the inhabitants of this village at the village entrance. He who fails to show up shall be slain without mercy."

The village head’s face turned pale with fright, and he quickly ordered someone to inform the whole village.

In the sky above, two experts from the Fang family were scanning the entire village, not letting even a fly escape their sight.

Soon, hordes of villagers had congregated at the entrance of the village.

"Have all the villagers arrived?"

Fang Xuansha asked.

"To report to Sir, everyone is here. All 536 villagers are present."

The village head reported.

"In your village, have there been any strangers who have recently joined?"

Fang Xuansha asked.

The village head shook his head, "No, the people in our village are all seasoned villagers and we’ve had no recent newcomers."

"No? What is your village called?"

Fang Xuansha continued to ask.

"Changze Village."

The village head responded.

Fang Xuansha frowned. According to what Wang Lian said, his junior sister disciple Zhao Sirong and a protector should have recently come here.

Could it be that Zhao Sirong and the protector didn’t enter this village?

"No, this village may have been a backup plan devised by Shengxuan Sect long ago, with people already living here. When needed, the sect’s disciples could disguise themselves and infiltrate, replacing the people originally living here."

Fang Xuansha thought to himself.

The Fang family used similar tactics.

They would send people with little martial arts talent to live in a village indefinitely.

When needed, someone like him could disguise as those who had been living in that village and replace someone, becoming a villager there unnoticed.

Simply relying on special martial arts techniques would not fully morph a person into another’s image. But with the aid of a few powder-like medicines, a high degree of resemblance could be achieved.

Although it was difficult to deceive martial arts practitioners, such disguises were more than enough to fool ordinary villagers.

After figuring this out, Fang Xuansha already had a plan in his mind.

"Each of you, step forward one by one. We need to inspect your bodies."

Fang Xuansha gave the orders.

Martial arts practitioners, especially those in true body realm, were distinctly different from ordinary people. Their bodies had immortality, and they were as tough as divine weapons.

Even if they made their skin dark and coarse by certain means to resemble ordinary people, as soon as you reach out and pinch them, you could easily tell the difference.

The villagers dared not oppose and stepped forward one after the other.

Two men from the Fang family stepped out and each one took the wrist of a villager and gave it a few pinches.

"Go, next."

"Pass the test, stand aside, next."

One after another, the villagers underwent the test.

In the crowd,

"Sirong, when it’s my turn, I will initiate a sneak attack and create as much chaos as possible. You take advantage of the situation and escape."

An old humpbacked woman sent a silent message to an ordinary-looking girl.

The old woman was the protector from the Shengxuan Sect.

The ordinary-looking girl was Zhao Sirong.

Zhao Sirong, who hadn’t yet reached the true body state, was unable to communicate silently using true vigor. She couldn’t speak up but simply shook her head, a determined look in her eyes.

She didn’t want to run any more.

Where could she run with her current cultivation level?

In the sky above, two experts were watching closely. Even if she tried to run, it would be pointless. It might be better to die fighting alongside the old woman.

The old woman hung her head slightly, a trace of sadness in her eyes. Could it be that they can’t even save the last seed of the Shengxuan Sect?

Today’s situation was a dead end.

...

Just then, several figures arrived near Changze Village as well.

It was none other than Lu Yan, Shen Yinuo, and Yan Qi.

"There are people in the sky."

Lu Yan keenly sensed two people standing in the distant sky, moving their hands from time to time, seemingly maintaining their balance as if paddling in water.

Holding Yan Qi and accompanied by Shen Yinuo, they vanished into the cover of the trees.

"The Centipede told me that Zhao Sirong is not far ahead. Now that I have led the two of you to her, can you let me go?"

Yan Qi said.

"Who knows if your words are true or not. I’ll let you go after I confirm Zhao Sirong is safe."

Lu Yan said.

At this time, the sky was gradually darkening.

They stealthily approached under the cover of trees and weeds, and the contour of the small mountain village became gradually clearer.

"Could it be, Sirong is hidden inside this village?"

Lu Yan wondered.

Soon, he was near the village. Holding Yan Qi, he and Shen Yinuo silently crept up a lush, towering tree and watched the village. He could see Fang Xuansha and his men conducting body checks on the villagers.

"Fang Xuansha, from Jinzhou’s Fang family."

Yan Qi whispered.