Chapter 33 Another Trouble
"Dad, wake up!"

Xiao Yuantao howled at the headless corpse. The sharp, thick white cone crushed the entire head and deformed it, piercing through the ground and sinking deeply into the soil.

The woman still had some rationality left and didn't even have time to grieve. She sensed the crisis coming and dragged Xiao Yuantao away regardless of everything.

"Go! Don't let your father die in vain."

"Bang!!!"

Before he could finish his words, another streak of light came.

Her heart was pierced and the woman could not bear the severe pain. She fell to her knees, staring in astonishment and horror at the bright silver spike stained with sticky blood that pierced through her chest.

"boom!"

The corpse lay on the ground. Yuan Tao suppressed his fear and glared at the executioner, saying, "You evil ghost who betrayed your faith!!"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo walked forward step by step with an expressionless face. Earth-yellow Qi began to flow out of his right hand. He was ready to practice his true method to help his soul return to nature.

"You clearly promised my father!"

"No, don't come over."

Xiao Yuantao's hands and feet felt cold, and his heart felt like it was being suffocated by a poisonous snake. He was backing away in fear.

"You just said that you want to become Quan Xing?"

"Since you know Quan Xing, how many lies did your father put in to deceive me?"

Jiang Mo suddenly smiled: "When I deconstructed your body, the blood I touched was not pure."

"In other words, I think you understand better that the deaths in the cellar are probably related to the drug bugs living in your body, right?"

"You are talking nonsense!!"

Xiao Yuantao's face turned pale and his body trembled violently, as if the secret deep in his heart had been exposed.

"I once traveled in the Northern Desert and came across a similar secret technique, which used humans to raise Gu, and then used the Gu to nourish humans."

"Your body is broken and your veins are deformed. You should have died young. You should be content to be alive now."

Jiang Mo raised his hand, and a rich, earth-yellow Qi flow surged in, trapping Xiao Yuantao like a quagmire.

"Wow——!"

The Qi flow rolled, and in an instant, there was no figure left.

When the Qi dissipated, Yuan Jingui's only son was completely turned into yellow earth, merged into the earth's surface, and his soul returned to nature.

Late at night, the old man with a sheep's beard, covered in wounds, was taken back to the gathering point by his disciples.

It was a dim tavern, with a dozen people of all sexes crowded together, dressed in rags, with unkempt hair and dirty faces, like rats in a sewer.

The stuffy air was filled with a mixture of the smell of alcohol and sweat.

"Mr. Yu Yu... who hurt you so badly?!"

A short and fat middle-aged man rushed forward to help, but was pushed away by the angry old man.

"Humph!"

"Trouble is coming. The Trinity Sect is going to fight to the death with Quan Xing."

Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, the old man with a sheep's beard suppressed the anger in his heart and explained what happened tonight.

"Or go and capture Wu Gensheng."

"Either you find a way to stop that lunatic."

"Anyway, I won't accompany you anymore!"

"And that beast Yuan Jingui deserves death a thousand times, but he just fanned the flames and never thought it was a big deal."

After saying this, the old man with a sheep-beard dragged his broken body and slowly sat down, his eyes were terrifyingly sinister.

If it weren't for his bad mouth, I wouldn't have lost an arm, and even all my life savings would have been consumed.

The tavern, which was still full of joy and happiness a moment ago, became silent and depressing. A solemn atmosphere quietly spread. "Are you really going to send the headmaster's body there?"

Someone's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking deeply about a solution.

“That’s too spineless.”

"Why are you afraid of him? Get some help and give him a big beating!"

The person who was speaking had a bad temper. His hair was disheveled and he was thin. Both of his arms were wearing dark bronze wrist guards. Every move he made seemed to have tremendous strength.

"Our sect's influence spreads all over the world. Our sect members far exceed Trinity, and we have a deeper foundation. If we can invite those old seniors who have retired to seclusion, we can do it."

At this point, the instigator suddenly raised his voice and said excitedly:
"Even if we gather all the righteous forces to start a war, we are still afraid!!!"

It was like a raging fire thrown into straw, and those who heard it were all touched. A sense of heroism and recklessness that ran counter to ethics, morality, and justice arose from the bottom of their hearts, and they all raised their arms and shouted:
"Fuck that old bastard, let this Sanyi bastard die!"

"Wu, riding the wind, destroying the thousand-year-old Xuanmen, uprooting it, becoming famous throughout the world, and leaving a bad name in history, how happy! How happy!!"

"What bastard dares to object?!"

"Shake the people and destroy it!"

"Let the righteous see how powerful we are. We can't stand their aloof and superior attitude. Go!"

Seeing that the situation was getting increasingly out of control, the old man with the sheep beard had a gloomy face but said nothing.

These idiots were not worth his admonition. Since they didn't care about their lives, they could just get hit with the axe. Being smashed into pulp or torn into pieces had nothing to do with him.

After experiencing that brutal fight, the old man with a sheep's beard never wanted to confront the young man holding the huge axe again.

Eighteen elite warriors of Quan Xing were killed without any chance to fight back.

Especially those cold eyes, which are like the sky and regard all things as straw dogs.

Even now, when he thinks of it, fear lingers in his heart. The moment he looked into the eyes of the old man with a sheep's beard, who had been refining weapons and practicing Taoism for more than sixty years, even had some absurd illusion, as if he had become a fish to be slaughtered at will.

In the dim cave, nearly half of the dozens of wooden tokens suspended in the air fell down again.

The names of two of the tokens made Mrs. Liu's brows, which had been ravaged by time, begin to frown slightly.

"Six Evils... Another one died?"

"Also, Atong also died in Middle-earth..."

With a hint of helplessness in her tone, Mrs. Liu counted the tokens on the ground one by one.

Soon, the three characters "Yuan Jingui" slowly turned into ashes and disappeared, came into view.

"How could something happen to him?"

"Could it be that he encountered an accident on the way, or was he held hostage by the people from the Trinity Sect?"

Suddenly, Mrs. Liu became restless, her instinct telling her that they could not stay here for long.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a token glowed blue. Mrs. Liu noticed it, her eyes narrowed slightly, her consciousness gradually became clear, and she naturally entered a white world.

"Yu Qiantuo?"

Mrs. Liu, who was sitting there listlessly, was a little surprised. Opposite her, the old man with a sheep-beard was weaker than ever before. His left arm was empty, broken by some terrible external force, and the white bone stump was clearly visible.

"Mrs. Liu, tell Wu Gensheng and that bastard Li Muxuan that they should take their own responsibility!"

The old man with a sheep's beard was furious, and his ferocious eyes looked as if he wanted to eat someone.

As the mastermind behind the scenes, even with just a few words, Liu Pozi guessed the general course of events. She asked in confusion:

"Han Ming, Liu Daoyi, Li Buzuo, did all these people go with you?"

"It's dead."

Yu Qiantuo said in a cold tone, "They were all killed with one blow of the axe, not even a scrap was left."

"The other party demands that the bodies of Li Muxuan and Wu Gensheng be sent over. Otherwise, this dispute will never end."

(End of this chapter)