NOVPUBIt seems that Luohe Village harbors a great secret!
He chuckled softly, scanned the surroundings, and found no one following him.
That large area of decomposed bodies vanished in an instant, not even bones were left behind.
Xu Zimei made his way back into the village.
The village was exceptionally quiet in the dead of night.
All the houses had turned off their lights, except for a few dry leaves being swept up by the autumn wind and twirling in the cold night.
At the east end of the village, the same house stood quiet, eerily so.
"That wild boar is no simple creature!"
"Are all the people we sent out dead?"
"Hmm, continue or not?"
"No, meaningless deaths would only showcase my ignorance as the one in power.
Let Guanlan Sect try their hand."
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With a night of silence, Xu Zimei stretched as he watched the morning sun rising in the east and yawned.
Under the tree, Gu Muyu had already prepared breakfast, with leftover roast meat from yesterday and some porridge.
During breakfast, Muyu’s mom asked Xu Zimei some basic questions.
The general idea was when he would leave Luohe Village.
"Mom, do you want to drive my brother away?" Gu Muyu said somewhat unhappily from the side.
"That’s not what I mean," Muyu’s mom shook her head in response.
"Zimo will eventually have his own life; he can’t stay here with us forever."
"I’ll stay a few more days before leaving," Xu Zimei replied with a smile.
After breakfast, Gu Muyu appeared a little unhappy, perhaps thinking about Xu Zimei’s impending departure.
She took the clothes she had changed out of to the river at the entrance of the village to wash them.
When she returned, she seemed to be in a much better mood.
"Brother, they’re recruiting disciples outside, it’s quite lively, do you want to go take a look?" Gu Muyu said to Xu Zimei, who was leaning against a tree branch.
"Your blade technique is so good, you’d definitely be chosen.
Then you could join the Immortal Gate, seek cultivation methods, and have an easier path ahead."
"Recruiting disciples?" Xu Zimei asked curiously.
"Yeah, it’s people from the Guanlan Sect, the only sect near our Luohe Village," Gu Muyu explained. "Usually, disciples go to the mountain to seek a master, but it’s very fortunate for them to come directly to our village."
"No need to go, they might come to me themselves," Xu Zimei said with a laugh.
These waters of Luohe Village really do run deep!
Around noon, a noisy shouting came from outside the door.
A group of people pushed open the door and entered.
"Yu," the leading young man called out loudly as he walked in.
Gu Muyu hurried out from inside the house, and after seeing the young men, she asked curiously.
"Brother Zhao Feng, why have you come over?"
"The Immortal Master is recruiting a direct disciple in our village, and dozens have already been eliminated, none satisfying the criteria," Zhao Feng replied.
"You said last time your brother killed a big wild boar with a single strike, so his skills must be decent.
We recommended him to the Immortal Master."
"Really?" Gu Muyu responded with some joy.
"Why would I lie to you? The Immortal Master will arrive soon," Zhao Feng asked.
"Where’s your brother?"
"Up there," Gu Muyu pointed to the large tree next to her and shouted at Xu Zimei, who was leaning against a tree branch.
"Brother, come down quickly, the Immortal Master will be here soon.
It won’t look good to be seen up there."
"It’s only from up high that you can see far," Xu Zimei responded with a smile, and leaped down from the tree.
"So you are Muyu’s newly recognized brother?" Zhao Feng appraised Xu Zimei and asked.
"He doesn’t look all that impressive!"
"Do you think someone is only formidable if they are ten feet tall and covered in muscles?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
While they were talking, a group of people suddenly walked in from outside the door.
The person at the center of the group, dressed in a purple robe with long hair, was a middle-aged man.
There was a purple hexagon-shaped mark on the man’s forehead.
With his robe draped over him, he exhibited an extraordinary temperament, embodying the elegance of an immortal.
"Immortal Master Guanlan has arrived," Zhao Feng quickly stepped aside.
The crowd immediately became noisy.
"Brother," Gu Muyu said nervously, tugging at Xu Zimei’s sleeve.
"It’s okay," Xu Zimei gestured with his hand and looked straight at the man in the purple robe.
"This must be Immortal Master Guanlan," he stepped forward and asked.
The Immortal Master Guanlan looked at Xu Zimei with puzzlement.
"Immortal Master, this is the young man I recommended to you earlier, his name is Xu Zimei," someone explained.
Immortal Master Guanlan nodded slightly and asked Xu Zimei,
"You should have understood the situation by now. I wonder if you would like to become my direct disciple?"
"I’m not willing," Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
He responded indifferently, "There seems to be no grudge between us,
So I don’t understand why you refuse to let it go?"
"I don’t understand what you’re saying," Immortal Master Guanlan replied coolly.
"Alright, then I’ll say something you will understand," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"I don’t think you have the qualifications to teach me."
As soon as Xu Zimei finished speaking, the people in the room became agitated.
"This guy is shamelessly arrogant, daring to provoke the Immortal Master."
"We should kick him out of the village; he isn’t even from here to begin with."
Immortal Master Guanlan gestured for everyone to quiet down.
"Since you’ve said as much, my authority as an Immortal Master cannot be insulted, so I have no choice but to capture you first and wait for judgment," Immortal Master Guanlan replied softly.
"Just by yourself?" Xu Zimei narrowed his eyes.
Immortal Master Guanlan scoffed coldly, releasing the might of the Saint Vein Realm around him.
Pale blue Spiritual Energy reverberated around him as he struck down with his palm, a tremendous force pressing down.
It was clear that he wasn’t underestimating the situation.
"So this mortal village really does conceal dragons amongst its tigers!" Xu Zimei laughed.
Clang!
The sound of the Tyrant Shadow blade being drawn echoed through heaven and earth, Thunderbolt energy filling the blade as Xu Zimei stood his ground without yielding.
He slashed directly across.
Boom!
The Tyrant Shadow tore through the Endless Void, on the verge of clashing with Immortal Master Guanlan’s right palm.
In that moment, feeling the sharpness emanating from Xu Zimei’s Curved Blade,
Immortal Master Guanlan’s expression stiffened as he took several steps back, not wishing to meet Xu Zimei’s attack head-on.
"Simply dodging won’t do," Xu Zimei laughed.
He burst forth, slashing with another blow.
This move was full of momentum, and Xu Zimei held nothing back.
As avoidance seemed unlikely, Immortal Master Guanlan brought his hands together, condensing a cyan ball between them.
He released his hands, and the cyan sphere instantly swelled, enveloping Immortal Master Guanlan entirely.
"Interesting," Xu Zimei laughed.
Tyrant Shadow stood above the sphere, sparks flying in all directions.
At that moment, Xu Zimei intensified his effort, replacing Spiritual Energy with the Creation Force from within his body.
The cyan sphere shattered in an instant.
Surprised, Immortal Master Guanlan suddenly sprouted two wings at his back and flew out with great speed.
"A man of the Hidden Clan," Xu Zimei was taken aback.
