One person established a clan

Chapter 37 Mountain Man

In the ruins of Huanxing Sect, all the magnificent buildings are left in a desolate state.

Bricks and tiles were broken and cracked everywhere, and traces of last night's fierce battle could be vaguely seen.

Sparks flew from the hoes wielded by the people from time to time as they dug up the scorched earth and rubble under the blue bricks.

"Be careful! Don't smash the body—"

The old farmer grabbed the collar of the reckless young man, and suddenly half of a broken human head appeared in the pile of broken tiles.

Everyone around suddenly fell silent and looked at each other. They quickly called over a woman with a sad face, squatted down and carefully identified her.

Soon, suppressed sobbing sounds were heard, and the head was carefully wrapped in silk cloth.

"——I never expected that the Huanxing Sect would be destroyed overnight."

However, there were two figures with golden cloud patterns, standing out from the crowd as they walked around leisurely, stepping casually on the gravel and dirt.

They ignored the surprised and dissatisfied looks around them and kept looking at the traces of the war.

"Your spiritual sense is sharp, have you discovered anything?"

"The Huanxing Sect's protective formation has been broken."

Huang Lichuan half-knelt and casually picked up a handful of debris. "Their sect's main hall was directly destroyed by an extremely powerful mystical technique, killing hundreds of disciples. This was definitely not a covert attack."

Yang Lan's fingertips brushed across the broken pillar's cross section, and the melt marks on the black iron made his eyes twitch slightly. "Could it be that a Danxuan cultivator was responsible?"

“It’s certainly possible.”

Huang Lichuan brushed off the dust in his palm, his rough face filled with solemnity: "Besides this, it could also be a certain sect."

After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent, and there was a hint of coldness in their eyes as they looked at each other.

"Brother Yang, which sect do you think broke the rules and secretly massacred the sect?"

"You ask me?" Yang Lan raised the corner of his mouth in a mocking tone, "The Huanxing Sect is so poor, why would my Qingshan Sect travel thousands of miles to help?"

Huang Lichuan glanced at him coldly: "No matter how poor the Huanxing Sect is, the spiritual veins beneath their feet are real. You have coveted the spiritual energy here for many years."

"joke."

Yang Lan's expression darkened, a coldness appearing on his handsome face. "If any of my Qingshan Sect were here, I would have killed you with one strike the moment I met you. Why would I waste my breath on you anymore?"

"——Two brothers over there!"

At this moment, a local citizen shouted, "This Huanxing Sect is empty, there are no treasures. If you want to watch the fun, please come down the mountain quickly!"

Many people carrying hoes and shovels looked over with different expressions.

"Ah."

The tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated. Yang Lan sneered and shook his head helplessly: "These ordinary ants are really pathetic. I wanted to spare their lives, but they are seeking death instead."

Huang Lichuan slipped a black cloth bag out of his sleeve and said, "If you don't mind, Brother Yang, how about I take these animals?"

"No problem." Yang Lan took two steps back and made a 'please' gesture with a smile: "I haven't seen the power of the Blood Gang Bag for a long time. It's a good opportunity for me to see how much your skills have improved."

"It's more than enough to refine some mortals."

Huang Lichuan untied the bag and was about to activate his skills when he suddenly stopped.

In an instant, an inexplicable throbbing sensation surged through his body. He and Yang Lan both opened their eyes wide and looked back suddenly -

Su Cheng stepped over the broken wall and was walking slowly on the gravel.

"Who is it?" Huang Lichuan's face darkened. "Do you recognize him?"

"Never seen it before."

Yang Lan narrowed her cold eyes, gently stroked the brocade bag at her waist, and a carved long sword instantly fell into her palm.

"Which sect are you from?"

Su Cheng stopped a few feet away and looked at the two of them calmly: "Why are you here?"

Yang Lan said in a low voice: "Don't you recognize the robes we are wearing?"

"do not know."

Su Cheng had no intention of chatting with them: "Are you related to the Huanxing Sect?" Huang Lichuan observed carefully for a moment, and his frown gradually relaxed.

"Although his aura is strong, he is only a cultivator at the beginning of his journey to the Profound Realm after all."

"It seems he is a local casual cultivator."

The two of them were talking in whispers, and Yang Lan couldn't help but smile meaningfully. He spread his hands and said loudly, "Brother, don't misunderstand me. We have nothing to do with the Huanxing Sect. We are here just to watch the fun."

"There's nothing exciting to see here." Su Cheng glanced at the weapons on their waists and pointed sideways towards the bottom of the mountain: "Hurry up and get down the mountain, so as not to delay the people's work."

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Yang Lan and Huang Lichuan's eyes grew even colder, and they didn't move a step. "Brother, you are acquainted with the locals. Do you know who wiped out the Huanxing Sect?"

"You guys are too clingy!"

One strong man couldn't stand it anymore, threw away the broken bricks in his hand, and said indignantly: "We are here to rescue people, not to let you two come out for an outing and watch the show——"

"Shut up!" Yang Lan suddenly turned around and glared at him, murderous intent flashing in his eyes!

In an instant, the sword at his waist was unsheathed, a cold light flashed, and the energy screamed and exploded like a tearing force, and the brick and stone ground was broken like a torn silk -

But there was a buzzing sound and the wind stopped suddenly.

The strong man leaned back, his face pale and his lips trembling.

The surroundings suddenly became dead silent, and everyone looked over in amazement.

"Om-"

The sharp blade stopped in front of the sturdy man's eyes, but was tightly gripped by his knuckles and could not move.

Su Cheng flicked his fingers and easily shattered the sword energy, then waved his hand to disperse the entangled sword wind.

Yang Lan's eyes widened at the sight, and even her breathing slowed down for a moment. Huang Lichuan, standing beside her, felt a sinking feeling in his heart, thinking something was wrong.

"Who is this person?"

"Why did you kill someone?" Su Cheng glanced sideways and said, "This is just your first meeting. What's the grudge?"

Yang Lan's face grew more serious as he sneered, "That's strange of you to say. These mortal beasts are merely medicinal herbs for cultivation. Why are you asking me?"

"Brother Yang, what you said is correct. Daoist friend, for you to have achieved your current level of cultivation, you must have devoured many people."

Huang Lichuan lifted the cloth bag with one hand, and a fishy wind seemed to rise from it. "If you continue to act like this with us now, it will be too..."

Su Cheng couldn't help but sigh: "They are indeed birds of a feather."

He casually patted the shivering farmer beside him and said, "Step back to avoid accidental injury."

“Oh!”

The farmer ran away in a panic, turning back and shouting, "Hey man, be careful!"

Su Cheng folded up his sleeves and looked up to see several cold rays coming towards him. Wherever the sword energy passed, the floor tiles were shattered and scattered.

“Zheng!”

The sound of metal hitting stone shook off the dust on the eaves. As his arms crossed to block, the sword energy exploded like glass, and the flying fragments gouged fine holes in the loess wall.

Su Cheng exhaled calmly, his body remained motionless, and silver flames spiraled up from the soles of his boots, turning into a raging fire that engulfed his body.

"How is this possible?!" Yang Lan, still maintaining her sword-wielding stance, stared in astonishment, "What kind of physique is this?!"

Huang Lichuan's heart tightened, and he quickly urged the bag: "I'll do it!"

But as soon as the fishy wind started, all that was left in sight was a silver afterimage.

"boom!"

The sound of bones breaking mixed with the roar of collapsing rubble. Yang Lan was like a puppet with broken strings, embedded in the ruins dozens of feet away, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Before the dust and strong wind had dissipated, half of the broken sword had already fallen to the ground.

Su Cheng slowly exhaled and closed his fist, the silver flame still surging between his fingers. A casual sideways glance immediately made Huang Lichuan pale with fear.

(End of this chapter)