Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

It was not until noon of the next day that the city lord Wei Lianggu rushed back to Bijiang Ferry.

The scorching sun shone mercilessly on him, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.

He stood above the city, looking at the purgatory on earth below where no one dared to move. His heart full of anxiety and expectation turned into deep dejection in an instant, and he fell straight down as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He walked slowly to the familiar figure, and every step seemed to carry a heavy weight.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to be dragging his feet, making his steps increasingly difficult.

He squatted down slowly, and at that moment, he felt that he had suddenly aged a lot, as if the years had accelerated at this moment, leaving countless traces of vicissitudes on his face.

He was still trembling as he stretched out his hand, which was shaking continuously as if it was carrying a heavy burden.

He turned over the body of the old man beside him. The heaviness of the body made his movements seem particularly strenuous, and every tiny movement was filled with grief and pity.

On his stiff face, there was still remnant of the cruelty and madness of the last scene, and his wide-open, crazy eyes seemed to have perished together with the demon.

That ferocious expression seemed to be frozen at the last moment of life, telling of endless unwillingness and determination.

Two lines of hot tears flowed out instantly, making it impossible for this middle-aged man in scholar's robe to hide the sadness in his heart.

Tears slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the cold ground, and were instantly absorbed, as if even tears could not bear this heavy sorrow.

He still reached out his hand and covered his eyes.

"Old buddy, you've worked hard for most of your life, it's time to take a break." His voice was hoarse and low, carrying endless grief and helplessness.

Butler Liu walked over, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

He looked at the city lord's sorrowful figure, his lips trembling slightly, but he finally swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He just stood there silently, accompanying the city lord in his endless sorrow.

After a long time, he turned around with a gloomy face. His expression was like a dense dark cloud that seemed to be dripping with water.

"How many people are there on the other side? Can you see their strength?" His voice was low and suppressed, full of strong questioning, and he did not hold much hope for this.

Butler Liu quickly responded. "One person, late Jindan stage strength."

"What?" The middle-aged man in scholar's robes seemed to be in disbelief, and his voice was much higher, full of shock and disbelief. He widened his eyes, his eyes full of astonishment.

He once again looked around the entire tragic battlefield, feeling dazed, as if in a dream. The blood all over the ground and the bodies lying in disorder made him feel that all this was so unreal.

Butler Liu had beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks, as if he was recalling the last look of contempt from the Black Crow demon, which pierced his heart and trembled.

"It was indeed the same person from beginning to end. Many people in this city saw it with their own eyes, but Tu Yangjun said he was from Lingxi Valley." Butler Liu's voice was trembling with deep fear.

"Lingxi Valley!" The city lord said word by word, looking at these people who died tragically, gritting his teeth and speaking. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of resentment.

Ten years ago, when the old Taoist collected the body of the young man, the old Taoist's last meaningful look, now recalling it, seems as if he was standing in front of me, watching this scene. The deep meaning in that look slowly emerged at this moment.

That time it was the young man who made the mistake first, but this time it was indeed my side that made the mistake first.

The cycle of heaven, the retribution is unhappy.

But this price is too high!

“That’s more than 100,000 people!!!”

His voice was filled with pain and despair, echoing in the silent battlefield, seeming so helpless and desolate.

"What about others?"

The middle-aged man in Confucian clothes dared not watch the tragedy anymore and closed his eyes in pain. His tightly closed eyes seemed to want to isolate all the blood and misery, but the images that kept appearing in his mind made his heart heavier.

"Although he looked like he was seriously injured at the time, even the Nascent Soul cultivator Tu Yangjun was defeated by him. No one dared to stop him. No one knows where he has gone now."

The more Butler Liu spoke, the smaller his voice became, as if every word was filled with deep fear and helplessness. He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look the city lord in the eye.

At that time, there was still a small force in the City Lord's Mansion. The chief and deputy guard commanders were both cultivators of the third realm, but he did not dare to give the order in the end.

The two guard leaders did not dare to pursue him. They knew that facing such a terrifying enemy, any rash action would be like a moth flying into a flame.

"It's good that they're gone." The middle-aged man in scholar's robes murmured to himself. There was a hint of relief in his voice, mixed with endless fatigue.

Butler Liu thought of something. "Oh, Lord City Lord, what should we do with the more than 10,000 Level 2 soldiers who deserted from the battlefield?"

"Well, at least we still have some offspring left, so the whole army isn't wiped out. Just fine them three months' salary and ban them from drinking for a year." The middle-aged man in Confucian robes sighed, his tone revealing helplessness and tolerance.

"Yes." Butler Liu nodded in agreement.

This punishment is almost considered light.

"Have you informed the palace?"

"Others may not know that everyone in the City Lord's Mansion is waiting for you to make a decision."

He nodded and stood up with difficulty. "Arrange some personnel to bury them all. The old general should be buried with honor."

"Yes."

When Butler Liu raised his head again, the city lord was no longer there. He must have gone to the secret room and was communicating with those important figures using a lantern.

"Young men, get to work."

At Butler Liu's command, the people who had been prepared long ago swarmed in from all directions, as if they were waiting for the city lord to take a look.

They acted silently and quickly, and began the long and arduous work of cleanup on this dead silent battlefield.

Three days later.

Wang Qiye had just struggled to climb out of an overgrown earth pit. He stretched hard and suddenly there was a crackling sound from his joints, like frying beans, which was particularly clear in the quiet atmosphere.

The sunlight was so bright that it was a little dazzling. The dazzling light shone unreservedly on his still young face, revealing his youthful vigor.

After a period of recuperation, the injuries on his body have all recovered, and even several broken bones have regenerated.

According to the current situation, as long as the area does not suffer any new damage in the next three months, it will basically be completely healed.

Dahei fell into a deep sleep again, presumably he had eaten his fill this time. That was one-tenth of the Nascent Soul fragment, and there were 16 third-level cultivators, and as for the second-level and first-level cultivators, there were countless more.

When Wang Qiye thought of this, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

For no reason, a strong aroma of wine wafted into his nose. He subconsciously turned his head and found a middle-aged man in Confucian clothes sitting on a large rock in the distance.

I saw him drinking wine leisurely, sip by sip. He seemed relaxed, yet there was a bit of elusive mystery in him.

Looking at the Nascent Soul cultivator who suddenly appeared, Wang Qiye took a small step back almost as a conditioned reflex. At the same time, the double swords behind him popped out with a "swish" and landed steadily in his hands.

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes turned his gaze towards him indifferently, tilted his head slightly, showed a hint of ridicule on his face, and said slowly: "Is this the monk from Lingxi Valley who dared to stir up a bloody storm in Bijiang Ferry? Humph, is this all the courage you have?"

Wang Qiye's heart trembled, but he didn't know what he was up to. He could only pretend to be calm and replied.

"What Lingxi Valley or Lingniu Valley? I am a casual cultivator, Taoist Black Crow. If you want to fight, then fight. Stop talking nonsense here."

Although he seemed calm on the surface, the hand holding the knife was shaking slightly involuntarily.

After all, he had killed a Nascent Soul cultivator before. Because of that experience of killing a tiger, he was more aware of how ferocious tigers were. Now, facing this middle-aged Confucian man who was of unknown depth, how could he not be afraid?

"Hey, you guys from famous sects are really a headache. It would be great if you could introduce yourselves earlier so that everyone can sit down in peace, chat and drink."

The middle-aged man in scholar's robe sighed helplessly, and then continued, "If you were born thirty years earlier, you would be a corpse today."

"So, you are not going to take action?" Wang Qiye stared at the cold light in his eyes, feeling a little uncertain.

He didn't dare to make the first move at this moment, after all, his greatest reliance, Lingxi Flash, was still cooling down. If he launched it rashly, his body would not be able to withstand the continuous teleportation in a short period of time and would definitely burst.

Moreover, he only had three defensive magic weapons left. Although there were piles of second-level defensive magic weapons, they were like paper in front of a Nascent Soul cultivator. There was no need to take them out and embarrass himself.

The middle-aged man in Confucian robes snorted coldly, "Of course I won't take action. After all, Daosha Domain is just a small domain in the cracks, and it can't withstand repeated ravages from you famous sects."

Then he raised his mouth, revealing an evil smile, "But you have been registered in the underworld. Those 100,000 ghost officials have been looking for you for three days and three nights. Be careful when you walk at night in the future, and don't let that blind person drag you to the underworld."

Wang Qiye's heart tightened when he heard this, and his brows furrowed. "I devoured so many souls before, and nothing happened. Why did I get caught this time?"

But he still pretended to be calm, with a hint of stubbornness and vigilance in his eyes. He was always on guard against possible actions of the middle-aged man in Confucian robes. At the same time, his brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to deal with this difficult situation next.