The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

While Mr. Hu was shouting this, he staggered in the direction Zeng Wenyu had left. Unfortunately, his steps were too "staggering", and before he could catch up with him a few steps, Zeng Wenyu had disappeared from his sight.

"Damn it! The thief killed my son! And I have no way to avenge him! I am really unworthy of being a father!"

Master Hu's cries of grief reached the ears of the surrounding monks. They looked at each other in bewilderment. Master Hu was running very fast just now, but when he saw his son being killed in front of everyone, he just threw a small fireball over. Not to mention that the fireball did not cause any harm to Zeng Wenyu, Zeng Wenyu did not even fight back, and did not use any magic to hit Master Hu. How come he suddenly could not run anymore?

But Master Hu was, after all, the patriarch of a large family in Xinkang City. Even if the monks who were watching wanted to ask, they did not have the courage to ask in front of Master Hu. They just discussed quietly in private so that Master Hu would not hear what they said.

Master Hu stood there beating his chest and stamping his feet, and the monks who were watching were whispering to each other. But soon they were speechless because the mistress of the Hu family came over with the city lord.

Seeing the corpse on the ground and hearing Mr. Hu's self-blaming words, Mrs. Hu felt as if the sky was falling. She only had this one son, and she usually doted on him enough, but she didn't expect to see her son's body lying motionless on the ground today, with a lot of blood flowing around him. There was no possibility of saving him.

"My son! My son!"

Seeing this scene, the mistress of the Hu family had already stumbled to the body of Young Master Hu. She didn't care about the blood around her at all and knelt beside the body of Young Master Hu, crying loudly.

Unlike the situation of the Hu couple, the mayor of Xinkang City looked at the corpse on the ground with a gloomy face. This was the first time such a thing happened in Xinkang City since he became the mayor, not to mention that it was a member of his big family.

He made a hand gesture and a green gas appeared from his hand. The green gas circled around his fingertips for several times and then flew out of his hand and moved in one direction.

This is the tracking method used by the Lord of Xinkang City. The green gas was obtained by chance in his early years and has been rarely used in recent years. However, this time, in order to catch Zeng Wenyu who had already left, he still used the green gas.

Of course, as the Lord of Xinkang City is a cultivator in the divine realm, he can indeed use his divine sense to search for Zeng Wenyu. However, Xinkang City is not like other cities. There are three cultivators in the divine realm here. The other two are generals sent by Kangguo and Xinguo to be in charge of garrison. The two have always been at odds with him as the Lord of the City. Once he releases his divine sense, the two will use their divine sense to interfere with him.

What's more, the pressure from the smooth cliffs on both sides not only prevents the monks from flying, but also causes damage to their spiritual consciousness. Every time they release their spiritual consciousness, they will feel the pain like being cut by a knife or an axe. Therefore, few people in Xinkang City will take the initiative to release their spiritual consciousness. Each force has its own way of finding people.

As the blue gas began to guide the way, Zhang Zun, the mayor of Xinkang City, walked up to the head of the Hu family and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Old Hu, I will bring the murderer who killed my nephew back to you for punishment!"

The head of the Hu family wiped the tears from his face and grabbed Zhang Zun's hand: "City Lord! You must catch that man! My Hu family has only this one direct descendant, and I, Old Hu, only have this one son. City Lord, you must help me!"

"Okay, I'll just..."

Zhang Zun wanted to pull his hand out of the hand of the head of the Hu family, but he failed after several attempts. The head of the Hu family didn't know if it was because he was too sad. The strength in his hand was very strong, and it was not easy for him to use too much force to break free at this time. He could only temporarily pay attention to the green gas next to him while comforting the head of the Hu family.

The head of the Hu family held Zhang Zun's hand for several minutes before letting go. Zhang Zun felt helpless. With this time, who knows how far the person who killed Master Hu could run. However, Zhang Zun was not worried about this matter. He was a cultivator in the divine realm. Even if a mortal escaped from Xinkang City, he would be able to find the other party on the endless grassland of the new country.

Just as Zhang Zun was about to leave, the mistress of the Hu family knelt in front of him and said, "Lord City Lord, I beg you to bring that boy back safe and sound. I will torture him myself, torture him until he would rather die than live, and make him regret killing my son!"

Zhang Zun lowered his head and looked at the mistress of the Hu family. The two looked at each other with tenderness in their eyes: "Don't worry, sister. You can take the body of our nephew home to take care of the funeral first, and wait for me at home with Old Hu."

The tenderness in Zhang Zun's eyes could not be seen by others, but the mistress of the Hu family could see it. She looked at Zhang Zun affectionately. The monks around could not see the look in their eyes when they looked at each other, but the head of the Hu family saw their eyes clearly, but his expression did not change. He just looked away and continued to cry out about the death of his child.

Retracting his gaze, Zhang Zun's face became serious. His body disappeared in front of everyone and went in the direction indicated by the green gas.

Zeng Wenyu knew that killing Young Master Hu in public would definitely attract the attention of the Patriarch of the Hu Family. However, the Patriarch's behavior surprised him. It seemed that he didn't care about Young Master Hu's life or death at all. He even gave him a look and told him to leave quickly.

Although he didn't understand why the head of the Hu family asked him to leave quickly, Zeng Wenyu still ran as fast as he could. After only a few minutes, he was almost at the city gate of Xinkang City's Xinguo side.

But no matter how fast he ran, he could not run as fast as Zhang Zun, a cultivator in the divine realm. Although Zhang Zun started out a few minutes later, he stood at the city gate before him, staring at Zeng Wenyu intently.

Seeing the monk in front of him, Zeng Wenyu stopped running. He could feel a strong pressure from the monk, which meant that the monk in front of him must have a higher cultivation level than him. And someone with higher cultivation level than him looked like he wanted to catch him. The only person Zeng Wenyu could think of was the mayor of Xinkang City.

Stopping and looking at the Lord of Xinkang City standing in front of him, Zeng Wenyu saw grief on the Lord's face. It was the grief of the death of a loved one. Zeng Wenyu immediately understood why the head of the Hu family not only let him go so easily, but also told him to leave quickly with his eyes. It seemed that Young Master Hu was not the son of the head of the Hu family, but the son of the Lord in front of him.