Jiang Xiaofan's voice was not loud, but it made all the villagers of Little Rain Village change their expressions. In their eyes, Jiang Xiaofan dared to talk back to a high and mighty cultivator. He was simply tired of living and was simply courting death.
"Big brother, big sister …"
The little girl's face was bright red, and her big eyes were red and filled with tears.
The man holding the green jade wore a purple robe, and the aura around his body was very sharp. He coldly looked over with a trace of disdain in his eyes. A murderous glint flashed across his eyes, and he coldly said: "Stinky brat, don't be ignorant!"
This person was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a tall stature and long arms. He directly sent a palm over, and specks of divine light flashed between his fingers. It carried a hazy light, and it frightened many of the villagers.
"Heavens, his hand is emitting light, this … is worthy of being an immortal, so powerful!"
"That little sloppy guy is dead for sure. He doesn't even look at himself in the mirror. He actually dares to provoke an immortal!"
These villagers were all ordinary mortals. After seeing this scene, many of them were shocked, and then some revealed a mocking expression. There was even a faint trace of excitement as they stared at Jiang Xiaofan with ridicule.
The purple robed man's expression was cold, and he shouted: "This is a lesson for you. In the future, don't meddle in other people's business!"
His slap was very powerful. The astral winds in the surroundings trembled, and there was an extremely sharp aura that caused the space to rumble. It was as if a holy mountain was pressing down, causing many powerful cultivators to be moved.
Jiang Xiaofan's expression was very calm, and he was incomparably calm. He directly raised his hand and grabbed forward.
At the back, almost all the villagers were mocking him, and they felt that there was no suspense. Even the nearby cultivators were shaking their heads. This person actually dared to receive the palm of a Ninth Sky Awakening Realm expert with one hand. Even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.
Only Wang Ao's father had a nervous expression as he stared at Jiang Xiaofan. He didn't forget what Wang Ao said to him not long ago. In another direction, Murong Ling's expression was gloomy. He already knew the result.
"Bang!"
The purple robed man's big palm and Jiang Xiaofan's right hand collided, and a very loud and clear sound rang out. That place was shrouded in misty light, obscuring everyone's vision. They couldn't see anything.
Some of the villagers at the back were very excited as they stared straight ahead. They were waiting for the scene of Jiang Xiaofan spilling blood everywhere.
However, when the light mist dispersed, everyone was dumbfounded. They were stupefied and speechless.
In the center of the field, Jiang Xiaofan's black robes fluttered in the wind. He was completely unscathed, while the purple-clothed man's complexion was deathly pale. His face was twisted in pain. His large hand was fractured and twisted beyond recognition. He took a step back.
"Damn it!"
The purple-robed man's face was pale as he glared hatefully at Jiang Xiaofan. He roared angrily, and a raging flame rushed out from his body. The strong aura shocked many of the villagers and made them step back. They looked at the purple-clothed man as if he was a god.
"Pop …"
The sound of a bubble bursting rang out. As the silver light flashed, the light outside the purple-clothed man's body shattered. A large hand imprint landed on his chest, causing him to tremble violently. He coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered back a few meters.
"You, you …"
His face became even paler as he stared at Jiang Xiaofan. His pupils were violently twitching.
"You should be thanking me. If I let someone else do it, you might not even be able to survive." Jiang Xiaofan was still very calm. He continued, "Now, return the item and get out of here."
He didn't move, but his right leg gently tapped the ground, causing a silver halo to spread out. The essence energy of the earth surged like a tidal wave. With a bang, the violet-robed man was sent flying, landing next to Yang Qi's feet.
Jiang Xiaofan's right hand moved gently. There was no special movement, but in the next moment, the purple-clothed man's expression changed. The green jade in his hand disappeared as if it had traveled through space and appeared in Jiang Xiaofan's hand like a ghost.
"How … how is this possible? It's impossible! "
"That little sloppy, he … he blocked the immortal!"
"Illusion, this must be an illusion!"
At the back, all the villagers' expressions changed. Many of their faces turned pale.
They were still mocking and making things difficult for Jiang Xiaofan before, but now, they saw with their own eyes that Jiang Xiaofan defeated the immortal in their eyes. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over them from head to toe.
"Little girl, don't cry …"
Jiang Xiaofan turned around. He didn't even look at the purple-clothed man. He came to the little girl's side and squatted down. He had a sunny smile on his face. It was very gentle, like a big brother next door. He handed the green jade over.
"Thank you, thank you, big brother!"
The little girl's long eyelashes trembled. She stretched out her patched sleeve to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes. Soon, she was happy again because her most precious treasure was back in her hands.
The middle-aged man walked over and bowed to Jiang Xiaofan. He said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, young man. This jade is really too important. It's the only thing left behind by the child's mother. This … I really don't know how to thank you."
"Uncle, you're welcome."
Jiang Xiaofan hurriedly helped him up.
He sighed in his heart. The dignified Heavenly Demon Sect Master had beaten the world into silence in the past. Even Lord Ziweijiao was no match for him. But now, after a few decades, his descendant had fallen to such a state. How sad.
Bing Xin's face was still cold. She didn't have any expression and didn't say anything. She stood beside the little girl and looked straight at her. She seemed to be in a daze, as if she was thinking of something.
"Big sister …"
The little girl looked at Bing Xin carefully. Her voice was a little timid.
Jiang Xiaofan was speechless. He was still squatting on the ground. He stretched out his leg and touched Bing Xin. He whispered, "I say, can you show some expression? Don't be so cold all day. At least understand the situation. You're scaring the little girl."
Bing Xin frowned. She tilted her head and looked at Jiang Xiaofan. After a long time, she said, "You kicked me?"
"Pfff …"
Jiang Xiaofan was almost depressed to death. How could this Bing Xin speak like that! In all honesty, he had only touched her lightly. But when it came out of Bing Xin's mouth, it actually escalated to kicking her.
"Hmph!"
Bing Xin coldly snorted. However, her complexion was a lot better. At least, she wasn't as cold as before.
There were many practitioners surrounding this place. At this moment, they were leaving one after another. They already knew the last traces of the Heavenly Demon Sect Master. Everyone thought that he had already passed away. Now, they were following the clues. They wanted to get the thing that the Heavenly Demon Sect Master carried with him. How could it be an ordinary object if it was treasured by the Heavenly Demon Sect Master?
Soon, this place became scattered. Many practitioners had left, leaving behind a group of ordinary villagers. Their faces were still filled with shock as they stared at Jiang Xiaofan. They didn't know what to do.
These people were very nervous at this moment. Some of them wanted to go up and apologize. This man was different from the past. He could even suppress immortal cultivators. Thinking about the past, thinking about how they ridiculed this man in front of them, many of them trembled with fear. They were afraid that Jiang Xiaofan would take revenge. If that happened, who could save them?
Jiang Xiaofan naturally saw all of this. He only shook his head and smiled. He didn't do anything and didn't say a single word. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man and said politely, "Uncle, can you let me take a look at that withered book?"
"Of course, no problem!" The middle-aged man quickly handed over the notebook in his hand.
The notebook left behind by the Heavenly Demon Sect Master had already been here for dozens of years. It was extremely withered and yellow. It was very rough in his hand, as if he was caressing a piece of rusty copper.
"Divine Cliff Mountain Stream, bottom of Breeze Lake …"
Jiang Xiaofan's expression slightly changed. He could only read out these eight words.
He raised his head. There was a faint golden light circulating in his eyes as he looked towards a distant place. There was an ordinary little tomb at that place. It was a cenotaph. A saint from ancient China was buried there. His master was buried there.
"Bing Xin, come with me …"
He returned the withered yellow notebook to the middle-aged man and bowed to bid farewell. Under the panicked gazes of the villagers, he slowly rose into the air. Silver divine light pulsed as he walked steadily in the void towards the distance.
Bing Xin frowned but didn't say anything. She only turned to look at the five or six year old girl one last time. Then, she rose from the ground. Her beautiful figure fluttered in the wind as she followed Jiang Xiaofan's figure.
"Father, big brother and big sister can both fly. They're so powerful!"
The five or six year old girl exclaimed. Her small face was full of admiration.
The many villagers next to her were already pale with fear. Jiang Xiaofan didn't do anything to them. He didn't say anything to them, but these people were trembling in fear. It was as if the end of the world was coming.
The person they were mocking was actually a powerful immortal cultivator!
Everything behind him had nothing to do with Jiang Xiaofan. He walked in the void. Although it seemed gentle, it was very fast. It was as if he was shrinking the ground into an inch. Soon, he appeared at the edge of a cliff. Looking down, he was slightly lost in thought.
"This is!"
Bing Xin was a little surprised.
There were a few forests at the edge of the cliff. Occasionally, roars could be heard. Jiang Xiaofan looked very calm. He didn't do anything. He just stood in front of the cliff. The autumn wind blew the black hair in front of his forehead, revealing his delicate and handsome face.
Half an hour later, there was a strange movement in the distance. Smoke and dust billowed, startling the birds in the forest.
Many cultivators from Little Rain Village had arrived. They followed the traces and found this place.
Jiang Xiaofan finally turned around. His eyes became a little deep. His black hair fluttered. He stood in front of everyone and said calmly, "Stop. This is not a place you can touch. Everyone, back off."
Dipankara Buddha had been sitting at the bottom of the cliff for ten thousand years. In the end, he passed away on the stone platform. Divine fire enveloped his body, and his Dao body turned into nothingness. He did not want these rotten souls to disturb the rest of the saint.
"It's you again!"
"Get out of the way. Why are you blocking our way?"
There were more than a hundred cultivators standing here. They were all here for the treasures left behind by the Heavenly Demonic Sect Master. They had clearly found the final location, but they were stopped by someone and were not allowed to move forward. Their faces were cold and murderous.
"He wants to take that thing for himself!"
Someone else spoke. His voice was a little cold. It was the man in purple not long ago. His face was full of resentment. The murderous intent in his eyes was naked and undisguised.
Bing Xin looked at Jiang Xiaofan strangely. She didn't know what he wanted to do.
"I don't want to say anything more to you. The place ahead is not a place you can touch." Jiang Xiaofan shook his head. He glanced at the man in purple and stepped forward. Facing everyone alone, he said calmly, "Don't force me to attack. Stop here. Everyone, back off!"
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