NOVPUBWang Ba confirmed that among those he knew or had seen, none possessed the distinct features of the cultivator he had just encountered.
A massive head, a bizarre countenance.
The only one remotely similar in appearance was a puppet cultivator from the Dao Sheng Continent he had met during his time in the West Sea Country.
However, this person gave off a feeling starkly different from that Daoist Cultivator from Shengzhou.
"Could it be that he’s not from the Sect, perhaps from the Longevity Sect?"
Such a thought briefly flashed through Wang Ba’s mind.
Li Yingfu, standing beside him with a grave expression, also looked towards Wang Ba:
"Right Enforcer... this person’s background may be far from ordinary."
Wang Ba nodded and said:
"He must have been attracted by the Dao Secret that appeared in Sen State before... It has nothing to do with us, let’s head to the Wanzhou School first."
"Yes, but what about these people..."
Li Yingfu looked toward the five people he had forcefully bound with mana.
Wang Ba glanced at the resentment clinging to the people, then said softly, "It just so happens that I’m missing a few leaders in my chicken farm..."
"Leaders?"
Li Yingfu was puzzled. The chicken farm needed people to feed and clean, didn’t it?
But he understood what Wang Ba meant and quickly picked up the five people.
Instantly, a suction force arose within the carriage.
The five people vanished in a flash.
"Let’s go."
Wang Ba’s gaze casually swept over the canopy below as if unintentionally, then he let down the carriage curtain.
Li Yingfu also glanced below and huffed lightly before getting back into the carriage.
Shortly after, Lou Yi, who had entered the carriage earlier, came out again and resumed driving the Triangular Rhino away.
Below.
Beneath the canopy.
The scarred-faced cultivator was now soaking wet!
His stiff face couldn’t help but reveal a deep sense of fear.
"It was the Wanxiang Sect!"
"I almost blundered into disaster! Thank goodness Huang Shuping and the others went first... I used to think the people from the Wanxiang Sect were easy to talk to, but they were snatched away just like that!"
"Moreover! Those from the Wanxiang Sect definitely saw me!"
Second brother Pan, the wealthy young master, was also dripping with cold sweat.
He felt like his mana was not responding properly.
Without daring to look up, he asked in a low voice:
"Blind Ba, have they... have they all left?"
"Gone, they’ve gone."
His voice, already hoarse and dry, was even scratchier now.
Blind Ba peered through the gaps in the leaves, fixated on the distance with a hint of reverence on his face.
Hearing Blind Ba’s words, second brother Pan clenched his teeth and looked at the scarred-faced cultivator:
"Boss Dai, this place northwards isn’t safe anymore! We can’t stay in Sen State! We need to find a new place!"
The scarred-faced cultivator showed no expression on his face, but a glint of interest appeared in his eyes, which quickly turned to concern as he slid down the tree canopy and stood on a branch, saying gravely:
"If we don’t stay in Sen State, where can we go? Heading west, Li State is said to be more sinister with severe blood disasters! Northwards, Xiang State and Fu State are close to Yan, which is even less peaceful!"
"If not, we will go to the southern countries by the sea."
Second brother Pan was resolute: "Although the spiritual energy there isn’t as rich as in Sen State, few cultivators go there... Our cultivation might not make much progress, but at least we can save our lives."
"The south..."
The scarred-faced cultivator pondered a bit and then became more enthusiastic:
"Let’s go south then! We are Golden Cores after all. Once there, who knows, we might establish a sect and be ancestors!"
"What do you all think?"
He looked towards the others.
Several Foundation Establishment Competitors naturally didn’t dare to object.
Second brother Pan also raised both hands in approval.
The scarred-faced cultivator then turned to Blind Ba.
But he saw Blind Ba’s dull, lightless eyes fixed on something nearby.
What puzzled the scarred-faced cultivator was that Blind Ba was looking not toward the sky, but... behind everyone.
"Blind Ba, what the hell are you looking at!"
The scarred-faced cultivator couldn’t help but curse.
But he immediately sensed an ominous atmosphere all around.
The scarred-faced cultivator’s heart skipped a beat, and he rapidly turned around.
He saw shadows gradually emerging from the depths of the forest.
Instinctively, he sent his Spiritual Sense in their direction.
What shocked him was that he couldn’t discern anything about these shadowy figures.
Without hesitation, he flew into the air instantly!
Not only him, the equally vigilant second brother Pan even flew up ahead of him.
But in the next moment.
The scarred-faced cultivator’s eyes suddenly constricted!
"No good!"
In the open space above the treetops, a figure completely shrouded in black had unexpectedly appeared.
As he attempted to escape, the figure gently raised a hand.
The next instant.
The scarred-faced cultivator felt darkness enveloping everything before his eyes.
The world went dark.
The forest remained as it was.
Silent and motionless.
The brief encounter, like a wave in the ocean, quickly vanished without trace.
Only a few low and urgent sounds remained:
"...Take them all." 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
"Yes, my Lord."
...
"The Wanzhou School is considered top-tier among the three Sects, two stockades, and one school of Sen State. Nearly half of its cultivators practice the Dao of Curse, an exceptionally rare discipline throughout the Fenglin Continent. Decades ago, there used to be a Sect in Wei State that primarily practiced Curse, rumored to have intricate connections with the Wanzhou School... However, when the Kingdom of Immortals conquered Wei State years ago, that Sect’s legacy was severed."
Inside the carriage.
Enforcer Li shared what he knew one by one.
"Enforcer Li, does our Sect not have the Dao of Curse?"
