Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 80 Village Massacre
The sky was blue and the sun was bright. At the old solitary peak, at the gate of Hunyuan Sect, Shen Fan was directing a group of men to unload bags of sand and gravel from the camels. He also carried a bag on his shoulder and walked up the mountain.

The sun was shining brightly at this time, and visible heat waves were rising in the air. Everyone was panting and sweating profusely.

"Junior Brother Shen." Xu Ning walked slowly towards him from a distance.

Shen Fan turned around and saw Xu Ning, so he stopped and said, "Senior Brother Xu, why are you here?"

"What are you doing?"

Shen Fan replied, "Isn't this sect planning to build a mansion? Senior Brother Lin gave me this task and asked me to be responsible for transporting these materials."

Xu Ning saw that he was sweating profusely from exhaustion, his clothes soaked with sweat, and his clothes were clinging to his back. He shook his head and sighed, "I asked you to be responsible, but I didn't ask you to carry these sandbags yourself. Why don't you just command them? Why are you working so hard?"

Shen Fan smiled innocently: "I don't have any skills or abilities, so I can only do these rough jobs. Anyway, I have nothing to do."

"You! You're just too honest. That's why they assign you all the dirty work, while they hide away and enjoy the leisure time. You should be more careful and not do everything without hesitation. You should hide away when you need to have some free time. You're doing this and it's a thankless job. They get all the benefits, while you do all the hard work."

Shen Fan listened without saying a word.

"Listen to me, take a break first, don't rush to work, take your time, no one is rushing you. Look, it's such a hot day, everyone is so tired that they can't breathe. Do you think people will blame you for working so hard? Brother Lin doesn't care about these, and the people below blame you, why bother!" After Xu Ning said this, he turned around and said loudly to the people carrying the goods.

"Everyone, please find a cool place to rest, drink some water, and then get back to work after the sun goes down."

Everyone was reluctant to do this work and had some resentment in their hearts, but they did not dare to express it. After hearing this, they were all happy and immediately threw away the bags and went to hide in the shade.

"Let's go back to the mountain gate and take a rest. There's no rush for these things." Xu Ning pulled Shen Fan up the mountain, talking as he walked.

"Junior Brother Shen, if you can push these things off in the future, don't feel embarrassed. If you really can't push them off, there's no need to rush and work so hard. I know you're an honest person, but you can't always suffer losses, right?"

"I don't think anyone else has said these things to you. They are all in the same group. In this mountain sect, only you, me, and Junior Brother Jiang Zichen joined later. Junior Brother Zichen is smart, and he might remind you a few things when he is around."

"Now that he's gone to help out at the shop, no one cares about you anymore. Do you know why he went to the shop? Because he knew he couldn't get any good things by staying at the mountain gate, so he decided to go to the shop and live more freely."

"When the headmaster was at the mountain gate, he was fair and just to everyone. Now he's out there busy with other things, and the affairs of the mountain gate are in the hands of Senior Brothers Zhong and Lin. I'm not saying anything bad about them behind their backs, but they're not fair at all."

"Junior Brother Zichen saw through this, so he volunteered to go to the shop."

"Let's not talk about anything else, let's just talk about the spirit gathering array! The sect has three training rooms. The Sect Master and Senior Brother Lin each have one, and we can share one. That's fine, after all, the Sect Master and Senior Brother Lin have dual spiritual roots! It's reasonable for each of us to have a training room."

"But now that the headmaster is gone, the training room he left behind should be made available for everyone to share! The headmaster said so before, that when he's away, everyone can use his exclusive training room."

"Now it has been completely occupied by Senior Brother Zhong and Junior Brother Zhong Yang. During the time that the Master was away, including the more than two months he spent in Muhe Grassland last time, that training room has become their exclusive use."

"They never mentioned that everyone should take turns using it. Isn't it because the Sect Master asked Senior Brother Zhong to be in charge of the sect's affairs? That's why he occupies that training room."

"Now that he's gone, Senior Brother Lin has handed the training room over to Junior Brother Zhong Yang. In all this time, have you ever seen them mention anything about letting other brothers use it?"

"To put it bluntly, isn't it because Senior Brother Lin and Senior Brother Zhong have a good relationship, and Junior Brother Zhongyang is Senior Brother Zhong's nephew, that they have taken all the benefits for themselves, leaving all the dirty work in the sect to us."

"I've finally understood. Whether it's the Qingyun Sect or the Hunyuan Sect, they're essentially the same. There's no difference. You should be more careful in the future. If tasks are assigned to you, just take your time and do them. If they blame you, just say you're not capable enough and ask them to find someone else to take charge."

After hearing this, Shen Fan just lowered his head and remained silent.

.........

At night, Song Xian tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. He kept thinking about what the old man had said during the day. For some reason, he felt a little upset.

In his impression, Feng Yan was a person who would not do anything without profit and was greedy for money. However, after hearing about her experience, he felt a little sorry for her.

A teenage girl, starving, was bought by a wretched, ugly old man, and forced to curry favor with him just to embark on a spiritual path and change her fate. It was truly heartbreaking. The next day at noon, Song Xian returned to the North Street Free Market, but didn't see Feng Yan. He waited for a full half hour, but she still didn't show up.

Perhaps because he was afraid of being harassed by the old man, he never came to set up a stall. Song Xian felt a little lost and returned to the Hunyuan Pavilion shop. Until noon, he came to the North Street Market again, but still could not see Feng Yan.

He couldn't bear to wait any longer, so he decided to pay a visit to Nanling mentioned by the old man. So he left the market, picked up the gourd magic weapon, and slowly headed south.

Nanling Stone Village is a remote little village, just a small village built with stones. It is only a hundred feet in radius and the end can be seen at a glance.

When Song Xian arrived, he saw that the houses in the surrounding villages were on fire, with black smoke rising into the sky. The surrounding stone walls had collapsed, leaving a scene of ruins. There were more than a dozen corpses lying in the village.

The village was filled with wailing sounds. Song Xian came down on a magic weapon. When the villagers saw him, they were all shocked as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes were filled with fear and hatred.

The brave ones glared at him, while the timid ones simply hid themselves.

Song Xian looked up and saw that the children around him were all wearing coarse clothes.

At this moment, a stone suddenly shot towards him. Song Xian heard the sound and slightly turned sideways. The stone flew past him and hit the ground with a bang.

Song Xian looked over and saw a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old. His eyes were as red as blood, his face was covered with tears, and he was looking at him with gritted teeth, his eyes full of hatred.

The nearby villagers were stunned by this action.

"Why are you throwing stones at me?" Song Xian walked forward and asked.

"You killed my grandma! I will fight you." The boy gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Song Xian.

Song Xian grabbed his fist and shook it gently, and the boy fell to the ground immediately.

"What's going on? Let me be clear first. I haven't even met you. How could I have killed your grandma? I'm here to look for someone."

A villager nearby saw that Song Xian had a kind face and did not behave like a bad person. He was afraid that the boy would anger him and cause him to be killed, so he bravely stepped forward, prostrated himself and said, "Master, please calm down. He recognized the wrong person and was confused for a moment. Please forgive my fault and don't bother with him."

Song Xian then let go of his hand: "What's going on here? What happened?"

"Previously, an immortal master had come looking for trouble. He killed over a dozen people for no apparent reason, including his grandmother. He also set fire to the village houses and wreaked havoc, threatening revenge. He mistakenly thought the immortal master was an accomplice, and so attacked him."

Song Xian's heart moved. Could it be the old man Peng Yu? He had said that he would come to settle the score with Feng Yan and make her pay the price, but he didn't expect that he would come so soon, and with such cruel means, and kill so many innocent people.

Wait, if that’s the case, then Feng Yan would have been killed.

"Is the person coming a thin old man around fifty years old?"

"I didn't notice it. I was hiding in the house at the time and didn't see the man's face."

"It's him, it's him." The boy next to him had stood up and screamed loudly when he heard this.

"It's him indeed. May I ask if there is a woman named Feng Yan in your village? Where is she now? I'm her friend and came here specifically to look for her."

"Are you Sister Yan'er's friend? Come with me quickly." The boy said hurriedly after hearing this.

Song Xian then followed him to a small house behind the village. A group of young children were crying inside and outside the house. A woman was lying on the bed. It was Feng Yan, but at this moment, her body was covered with scars. Her head was beaten like a pig's head and was unrecognizable. She was covered in blood and was completely unconscious.

Two women were taking care of her, wiping the blood off her body and applying herbal medicine.

When Song Xian saw this, he was shocked and angry.

(End of this chapter)