Just when everyone was astonished, someone suddenly cried out in surprise and pointed to a certain place in the sky. Sure enough, a black dot suddenly appeared high up in the sky in that direction, and it descended rapidly. Not long after, it vaguely seemed to be a human figure.
At this moment, everyone was instantly in an uproar, and exclamations rose and fell. At the entrance of the tavern, Old Ma and Lu Chen's expressions changed slightly, and they glanced at each other in unison.
Old Ma whispered, "A cultivator?"
Lu Chen was silent for a moment. He nodded and whispered, "It should be. He lost control of his flight and fell."
Old Ma clenched his teeth and his expression became a bit more serious. Everyone in the cultivation world knew that to be able to fly, one had to be at least at the initial stage of the Foundation Realm. In a cultivation sect like the Thousand Years Sect, a Foundation Realm cultivator was the strongest.
The speed of the black shadow falling from the sky became faster and faster, and it even brought with it a sharp whistling sound. The direction of the falling shadow was also falling towards the village. For a moment, everyone was in an uproar, and they all retreated, getting as far away from the falling shadow as possible.
Not long after, a black shadow descended from the sky. As countless people screamed in shock, a loud "bang" rang out as it smashed into a house, creating a large hole in the roof. Dust immediately filled the air, and it felt like even the ground under its feet was trembling.
The scene was so horrifying that even though everyone was just watching, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines in this scorching hot weather!
After a moment, everyone slowly surrounded the house. Lu Chen and Old Ma were also mixed in the crowd.
The owner of the unlucky house was standing outside the house, dumbfounded. He looked like he wanted to cry but no tears would come out. Soon, everyone saw the figure through the opened door.
It looked like an old man in his 50s. His body was lying limply on the ground. Blood flowed out of his orifices and he looked like he was dead. It was unknown how many bones were broken in his body, but he looked very miserable.
The timid villagers had already retreated in fear, while the braver ones turned pale. Some of them even started to retch.
At this time, someone suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the corpse, "This, this person's clothes, it's the uniform of the Thousand Autumns Sect's immortal elder!"
Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look. Sure enough, they found the person to be somewhat familiar. Immediately, another uproar broke out and they all retreated.
Old Ma and Lu Chen followed the crowd and walked to the back. Old Ma looked around to make sure no one was around and said in a low voice, "It's Elder Xu Yunhe from the Thousand-Autumn Gate."
Lu Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at him, wanting to say something but hesitating.
Old Ma saw his expression and frowned, "What's wrong?"
After a moment of silence, Lu Chen said, "He was already dead when he fell. The fatal wound was on his chest. His Taoist robe on his right shoulder was torn. Though it's covered by blood, there's a metal plate stuck there. It should be the pattern of a giant tree."
At this point, he paused. Old Ma's expression changed slightly. Lu Chen turned to look at Old Ma and said, "It's the work of the Demon Sect of the Three Realms. It's probably revenge for what happened a few days ago."
Old Ma gritted his teeth and suddenly spat. He cursed under his breath, "A bunch of lunatics!"
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Qingshuitang Village was near South Pine Mountain and was considered to be within the Thousand-Autumn Gate's sphere of influence. Thus, the clothes on the dead man were quickly recognized. After another half a day, a large group of cultivators from the Thousand-Autumn Gate arrived at Qingshuitang Village.
The peace of the past was, of course, nowhere to be found. However, the village was not noisy at all. The reason was simple. In front of the stern-looking Thousand-Autumn Gate cultivators, the atmosphere in Qingshuitang Village was solemn.
There were Thousand-Autumn Gate disciples guarding the front and back of the village. Most of the villagers were as quiet as cicadas in winter, not even daring to breathe too loudly. The area near the dead man had the most Thousand-Autumn Gate cultivators and seemed to have the highest status there. From time to time, someone would come out from that area and summon a few villagers for questioning.
At this moment, Old Ma finally put on some clothes and was no longer naked. He stood with Lu Chen in the distance and looked at the house.
After watching for a while, Lu Chen quietly nudged Old Ma and whispered, "I'm afraid the Thousand-Autumn Gate is going to be furious!"
Old Ma shrugged and said, "Of course. Xu Yunhe is at the peak of the Foundational Realm and is one of the two people with the highest cultivation in the Gate. Aside from the Gate Leader, he is the next highest. The Devil Cult is really ruthless this time. It's equivalent to losing at least 30% of the Thousand-Autumn Gate's strength. "
Lu Chen shook his head without much expression on his face. Old Ma looked at him and lowered his voice. "It's rare for the Devil Cult to make such a big move."
Lu Chen frowned and didn't say anything. After a while, he whispered, "The pattern under the tree a few days ago, maybe it's for this?"
Old Ma thought about it and nodded. "It should be, but this is good. At least it's not for you."
Lu Chen raised his head and looked ahead. A few villagers had been brought out by the Thousand Autumns Clan disciples, but no more villagers were called over for questioning. It was probably because the villagers here all spoke the same words, and there was no need to ask any more questions.
But at this moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed and he let out a sound of surprise. His eyes stared at a certain spot in the crowd.
Old Ma followed his gaze and after a while, he was also startled. Outside one of the houses, there was a group of seven or eight Thousand Autumns Clan disciples. Among them, there was a handsome man. It was Li Ji.
It had been a long time since they last saw each other, but this talented and extremely lucky young man did not seem to have changed at all. He was still as carefree and elegant as ever, and when he stood among a group of cultivators, he seemed to stand out from the crowd.
Many villagers in the surroundings saw Li Ji and gasped in surprise. Obviously, everyone was very envious of him. This was especially so for some of the young women. Their eyes were practically shining as they stared at Li Ji. It was as if if Li Ji turned around to look at them, they would be enchanted.
Old Ma shook his head and smiled at Lu Chen. "What a good appearance. I'm so envious."
Lu Chen didn't reply. He stared at Li Ji for a while and then looked away. But at this time, from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw that in a secluded corner of the crowd, Miss Dingdang was standing under a withered peach tree. She was looking at Li Ji from afar. Her eyes were bright and her face seemed to be shining with light. She was exceptionally beautiful.
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