Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In a corner of Xueting Village, the pale golden sunlight shines on the bluestone, bringing a bit of warmth.

But the mood of the villagers was in sharp contrast to this warm scene.

They gathered together, worry and fear written all over their faces.

The old willow trees in the village swayed gently in the breeze, seeming to be uneasy about the coming storm.

Although Murong Jue is not prominent in the world of immortality, he is enough to cause countless panics in Xueting Village.

Although he was only at the second level of Qi Refining, his notoriety in this peaceful little village was as bad as a stormy sea.

Lin Fan stood among the villagers with an unquestionable determination on his face.

He heard Aunt Ouyang and Grandpa Wang's worries, but his heart was calm.

In his opinion, Murong was nothing more than a weak character, unable to make any waves in his world.

"It's best that Murong never comes. If he dares to come, his ending will be like this!"

Lin Fan pointed at the corpses of the four thugs on the ground, his voice firm and strong, as if his words were laws that no one could violate.

His eyes sparkled with faith, a kind of self-confidence and determination that only belonged to immortal cultivators.

Lin Fan's heart is firm, and he knows that he has a heavy responsibility.

Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is not only his idea, but also his mission.

Leaving a thug alive to report back was one of his strategies, aiming to lure Murong Jue to take the bait and solve the problem in one fell swoop.

Ximen Zhi looked at the surrounding villagers with a determined expression on his face.

He understood Lin Fan's thoughts and also knew his eldest brother's strength.

He stepped forward, his eyes filled with sworn loyalty: "My elder brother says it's okay, so it will be okay. Please believe me, elder brother!"

Although the words were simple, they were like a warm current that gradually penetrated into the hearts of the villagers.

Neighbors were curious about Ximenzhi calling Lin Fan "big brother". They thought this title was both affectionate and somewhat mysterious.

Ximen Zhi's temperament is completely different from that of ordinary villagers, and every move he makes reveals the extraordinary nature of a cultivator.

The scene just now is still vivid in my mind:

A thug was charging toward Ximen Zhi fiercely, but Ximen Zhi just waved his hand seemingly casually. The thug was easily thrown away like a kite with its string broken, and disappeared out of sight of the crowd.

Such a method is undoubtedly shocking to the villagers of Xueting Village.

Ximen Zhi's words, although simple, were like a sharp sword, cutting off all doubts and fears.

After his words, the villagers' mentality began to change quietly.

Soon, the news that Lin Fan had returned to the village spread quickly throughout Xueting Village like a spring breeze.

Although the fact that Lin Fan killed four thugs was before their eyes, some villagers still had doubts about his ability to fight against Murong Jue.

The power of the Yan Kingdom's dignitaries behind Murong Jue was huge and far-reaching, making people feel unmatched.

Some villagers were afraid and quietly left Xueting Village, dragging their luggage and their families.

Their hearts were filled with helplessness and sorrow: The world is so big, where is it that is not within the scope of Yan's influence? Escape seemed to be the only option.

Lonely villages with empty streets,

Just because of an order,

The villagers of Xueting Village were so distraught that they left their homes.

Some of the remaining villagers stood in front of the door, their hearts filled with complicated emotions.

They admired Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi's courage, but were also worried about the coming storm.

In the center of Yunzhou City, the city lord's palace was brightly lit and a grand banquet was being held.

Murong Jue, as the host, is entertaining guests in the hall of the city lord's mansion.

The hall is splendid and magnificent, and the gorgeous decoration shows the wealth and status of the owner.

In the spacious hall, Murong Jue's distinguished guests sat on high seats. Their clothes were gorgeous and their temperament was extraordinary, highlighting their noble status.

Murong Gong and Murong Chui, as dignitaries of the Yan Kingdom, respectively occupied prominent positions in the high seat.

Murong Gong's face was serious, his eyes were deep, and his second-level cultivation made him quite prestigious in this circle.

As for Murong Chui, his young face hides a strength that cannot be underestimated. His fourth level of foundation building cultivation is particularly outstanding among his peers.

At only twenty years old, with such cultivation, he is undoubtedly a genius in cultivation.

The atmosphere of the banquet was both warm and full of undercurrents.

The distinguished guests conversed, their voices mixing compliments with calculating calculations.

Murong Chui's arrival made many people feel awe and curiosity.

This young genius's existence not only aroused the envy of his peers, but also made his elders feel threatened.

Murong Chui's reputation is unknown to everyone in the Yan Kingdom.

His ruthless character and his willingness to use any means to achieve his goals made him famous in the political circles of Yan State.

Many people predict that he will become the next generation leader of the Yan Kingdom.

However, despite his outstanding talent, Murong Chui failed to join any sect of cultivating immortals.

The reason behind this is only known to a few people - it is because of the secret restrictions imposed by the current leader of the Yan Kingdom.

The king felt threatened by Murong Chui's talent, so he secretly set up various obstacles to prevent his rise.

Murong Gong sat on the high throne, with magnificent wine vessels and delicacies in front of him.

The light cast deep shadows on his face, making his expression appear more serious.

Murong Gong sat upright, with blazing eyes, and said to Murong Jue seriously: "Murong Jue, this matter in Xueting Village cannot be taken lightly!"

His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Murong Jue's heart.

Murong Jue's face was expressionless after hearing this, as if he didn't care about Murong Gong's warning.

He smiled contemptuously and responded: "Xueting Village is just a bunch of bastards. After two days, if anyone is still in the village, kill them all and leave no one behind. Just wait for the good news!"

His words were frivolous, and there was a cold light in his eyes, as if he didn't care about the life of the entire village.

Murong Chui, young and domineering, sat aside and watched with cold eyes.

He suddenly spoke with a cold and firm voice: "You idiots are like grass. Once you cut off one crop, there will be another crop. Leaving these people ten days is completely unnecessary. In my opinion, they will be blown away directly. Those who dare not leave will be killed. !”

His words were like ice blades, piercing into everyone's heart, revealing his contemptuous attitude towards human life.