In the next month or so, they encountered a few large packs of wolves, but they were all dealt with by Wang Changsheng using witchcraft.
After witnessing Wang Changsheng's magical powers, all the people of the Green Wolf Tribe admired Wang Changsheng and were very respectful to Wang Changsheng.
One day, Wang Changsheng was cultivating in the carriage with his legs crossed when Sang Lanzhu's voice came from outside, "Priest Shi, we've encountered another tribe, and they outnumber us several times. What do you think?"
Immortal Wang's brows furrowed. He got up and walked out.
After walking out of the carriage, Wang Changsheng looked in the direction that Sang Lanzhu was pointing and saw a large group of people a few hundred feet away.
Wang Changsheng released his Divine Sense and scanned the group of people. He found that there were three Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators and dozens of Qi Refining Stage cultivators.
"How do you usually deal with this kind of situation?" Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and asked Sang Lanzhu.
Sang Lanzhu thought for a moment and said with a serious face, "Under normal circumstances, the two tribes will negotiate. If the strength of the sorcerers on both sides is similar, then it will be fine. However, if the difference is too great, then it will be troublesome."
At this moment, two bird cries came from the opposite side. Two sorcerer tribe cultivators each rode a giant green eagle and flew over.
One of the two men was a skinny old man in a green robe, and the other was a tall middle-aged man. Both of them were in the early stage of Foundation Establishment Stage.
"The Old Man is Ma Tai from the Splitting Eagle Tribe. This is Ma Dai, the younger brother of the Old Man. May I know which tribe you are from?" The old man in a green robe sized up Wang Changsheng and said with a smile.
"I'm Shi Shan from the Green Wolf Tribe. May I know what the two of you are here for?" Wang Changsheng said lightly.
"Sect Fellow Shi, are you interested in traveling with us? It'll be safer this way. There's only one sorcerer in the Green Wolf Tribe. If you encounter a Black Sorcerer, you'll be in trouble. I heard that some powerful Black Sorcerers have appeared in the grassland and they're targeting small tribes. If we travel together, we can take care of each other.
"Thank you for your kindness, my friend Ma. But, our Green Wolf Clan's speed is relatively slow. So, we won't drag you down." Wang Changsheng shook his head and politely refused.
On the way here, Zoro had warned Wang Changsheng not to travel with the other tribes. Some of the stronger tribes would deliberately travel with smaller tribes to win the trust of the smaller tribes. Then, in the middle of the night, they would ambush the smaller tribes and rob them of their wealth.
Wang Changsheng could feel a faint baleful aura from the two of them. In addition, there were some brown bloodstains on the green-robed old man's sleeves. He did not know when they had been there.
Wang Changsheng did not intend to cause any trouble. But, if someone dared to provoke him, he would not be polite.
"There's no need to drag us down. We're all the people of the Sorcerer God. So, we should take care of each other. Sect Fellow Shi, you don't have to be so polite," the middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a smile.
"What? Are you two fellow daoists still trying to force me into a corner? Do you think that I'm easy to bully? "Wang Changsheng's face darkened as he said coldly.
The green-robed old man and the middle-aged man looked at each other after hearing this. They could see a trace of disappointment in each other's eyes.
"Sect Fellow Shi, you must be joking. We don't dare to force you. Since Sect Fellow Shi doesn't want to, then forget it. We'll take our leave," the green-robed old man explained and followed the middle-aged man back.
"Big Brother, are you sure you want to let him go? This tribe is so small. There's only one Sorcerer. You, me, and Sect Fellow Ba, can't we take him down? "The middle-aged man sat on the back of the green-robed eagle and asked.
"Of course not. It's daytime now. There may be people from other tribes passing by. It would be bad if we were seen by them. It's not too late to wait until nightfall," the green-robed old man shook his head and replied.
"You're wise, Big Brother. But let's make a deal first. You have to leave the girl standing beside him to me. I've been holding back for two months since I wiped out those two small tribes." The middle-aged man nodded and replied with a voice transmission. His eyes were full of lust.
"I know. You'll die on a woman's belly sooner or later," the green-robed old man agreed.
Not long after, the two flew back to their tribe.
If Wang Changsheng was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, he would not have been able to hear their conversation. But, he was not. He heard every word of their conversation.
Since these people were courting death, Wang Changsheng would not be polite.
"Pass down my order. Stop and set up camp. We'll continue our journey tomorrow," Wang Changsheng thought for a moment and instructed.
"Priest Shi, it's daytime now. Is it good to stop and rest?" Sang Lanzhu hesitated and asked cautiously.
"I said to set up camp. Do you hear me?" Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Priest Shi," Sang Lanzhu's heart trembled. She quickly agreed.
Not long after, tents appeared on the grassland one after another. The green-robed old man's tribe disappeared into the vast grassland.
The curtain of night slowly fell. The people of the Green Wolf Tribe set up a bonfire to roast meat.
Sang Lanzhu took the roasted leg of lamb and came to Wang Changsheng's carriage. She said cautiously, "Priest Shi, the roasted meat is ready. Do you want to taste it?"
"No need. Don't disturb me if there's nothing important. Also, strengthen the guards to prevent the enemy from launching a sneak attack," Wang Changsheng's voice sounded from inside the carriage.
"Yes, Priest Shi," Sang Lanzhu replied. She looked a little disappointed.
She turned around and walked towards her people. But then, a wisp of black smoke flew out of the carriage and soared into the sky.
After a quarter of an hour, Wang Changsheng appeared on a short slope. There was a large number of tents in front of him.
Wang Changsheng released his spirit sense and swept the entire tribe several times. He confirmed that there were only three Foundation Establishment Cultivators in this tribe.
He patted his chest with his palm and a red light flew out of it. It was Ye Mingyue.
"Go, kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive," Wang Changsheng pointed at the nearby tribe and ordered coldly.
"Yes, Master," Ye Mingyue replied. Then, he turned into a red light and flew forward.
With Ye Mingyue's strength, killing a few Foundation Establishment Cultivators and several thousand mortals was a very easy task.
Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged on the ground and waited silently.
Soon, he heard the mournful cries of ghosts mixed with screams of agony.
Suddenly, there was a loud boom and the cries of ghosts became much softer.
Wang Changsheng's expression changed. He stamped his foot on the ground and turned into a streak of black light.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng stopped. He looked at a thin blue-robed old man with a grave expression. Ye Mingyue stood beside Wang Changsheng. His aura was weak and his face was pale.
"A Sorcerer Sage hiding in a small tribe. How interesting," Wang Changsheng said with a faint smile.
The blue-robed old man was a Yuanying Cultivator. However, his aura was weak, as if he had been injured.
"Aren't you also hiding in a small tribe? White Sorcerers don't have the habit of taming ghosts. It seems that you aren't a White Sorcerer. This Old Man has no enmity with you. Why don't we mind our own business? As for these mortals, you can do whatever you want with them, "the blue-robed old man said with narrowed eyes.
"If you weren't injured, I would consider letting you go. But now, I'm afraid that you won't be able to survive. I'm afraid it won't be that easy for you to escape unscathed, "Wang Changsheng said with a faint smile. A murderous intent flashed through his eyes.
Encountering a heavily injured Yuanying Cultivator in the wilderness was the perfect opportunity to kill him and steal his treasures. Wang Changsheng naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.
As a Yuanying Cultivator, this person definitely had a high-grade sorcery cultivation method. Just this point alone made it impossible for Wang Changsheng to let him go.
When the blue-robed old man heard this, his expression darkened. He patted the spirit beast pouch at his waist and a black crow that was fifty to sixty feet in size flew out.
The black crow flapped its wings and dozens of black fireballs flashed, hurtling towards Wang Changsheng.
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