Good heavens! The Supreme God is being relentlessly harassed!

Fuyao Mountain has always been a place of beautiful scenery and a constant stream of visitors.

Located less than a hundred miles from the Xuantian Sect, the village of Xianren, nestled halfway up the mountain, is blessed with spiritual energy and its inhabitants are known for their longevity.

The villagers live and work in peace and contentment, nestled against the mountains, enjoying a harmonious and joyful life.

Unfortunately, something strange happened recently.

Every villager who went into the mountains had an accident. When they were found, they were all unharmed except for a large hole in their chest.

For a time, the villagers were filled with fear and dared not go into the mountains anymore.

They finally received help from a group of immortals, hoping to eliminate the evil spirits.

But no one expected that the evil spirit was so powerful. The immortal who went into the mountain never returned, and not long after, someone in the village was killed.

Many villagers, fearing evil spirits, moved away from Xianren Village.

The number of able-bodied young people in the village has decreased significantly, leaving only the elderly, women, and children.

From Xuantian Sect to Fuyao Mountain, it takes no more than half a day to fly on a sword.

When Xie Liuyan and Shen Wangchuan arrived at the village entrance, they saw that the once bustling village was now desolate.

Yellowed, withered leaves fell from the trees, swirled in the air, and slowly drifted down onto the boulder at the village entrance.

If it weren't for the words "Immortal Village" carved on the boulder, Shen Wangchuan would have seriously doubted whether he and his master had come to the wrong place.

He followed behind his master, his expression solemn, his right hand always at his waist.

If things go wrong, he will immediately draw his protective amulet to protect his master.

Xie Liuyan learned from his senior brother Lin Ai that the situation was dire, but looking at the desolate village, his heart sank.

Knowing the distance between Fuyou Mountain and Xuantian Sect, their blatant audacity demonstrates their arrogance.

"Let's go and take a look inside the village."

His tone was no longer as calm as usual, carrying a hint of coldness.

Shen Wangchuan was not afraid when he saw his master like this. He knew that his master was really angry this time and had come to completely eliminate the culprit who caused the casualties in the village.

The two continued on their way without encountering anyone.

Looking up, nine out of ten houses were empty, with only occasional wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, as if someone was cooking.

Following the opposite direction of the smoke, they arrived at a courtyard.

An old man was squatting on a tree stump at the entrance, his eyes vacant, sighing from time to time.

When Xie Liuyan walked over, the other person's eyes flickered for a moment before looking into the distance again.

"Old man, do you know what happened in this village?"

A clear, cold sound, like jade striking each other, rang out above the old man's head, pulling him back to reality.

When he first saw Xie Liuyan and Shen Wangchuan dressed in white in the distance, he already had a guess in his mind.

These two should also be cultivators.

I just don't know which school or sect it comes from.

Thinking of the group of white-robed cultivators who had arrived a few days ago, he swallowed the words he was about to say and ultimately only uttered:

"Fairy Village is finished. Everyone's gone. All those who could leave have left."

"Only this old man and woman, both in their seventies, are left here, waiting to die!!"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"I've lived this long enough, I've had my fill. I just hope it all ends soon."

He didn't answer Xie Liuyan's question; instead, he seemed to be talking to himself.

Shen Wangchuan stood behind his master, knowing that this was not the time to wallow in sorrow.

No matter what kind of evil spirits they are, they are nothing in front of the Master.

Tugged at Xie Liuyan's sleeve, Shen Wangchuan whispered, "Master, let me ask."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, patted the old man on the shoulder, and spoke with sincerity and a hint of comfort:

"Old man, don't be afraid. My master and I are both cultivators. We've come here specifically to rid the village of evil spirits and restore peace!"

His words rekindled a glimmer of hope in the old man's heart, but then, as he thought of something, the hope in his eyes faded away.

"It's no use. The group that came before was also a cultivator, and so many of them went into the mountains and never came back."

"Since the outcome is inevitable, let's not add to the casualties."

Xie Liuyan's eyes flickered as he looked at the group that had arrived earlier.

Walking up to Shen Wangchuan, he said to the old man, "Is it a group of relatively young people dressed in white?"

"You, how do you know?"

Shen Wangchuan explained from the side, "They are cultivators of the Xuantian Sect, just like us."

"Xuantian Sect??!!"

The old man was immediately surprised, for everyone in the cultivation world knew the name of the Xuantian Sect.

That is the number one sect in the cultivation world that countless people yearn for!

"The group of people at that time didn't say any of that; they only said that they were cultivators from a small sect."

Seeing that the old man was no longer as lifeless as before, Xie Liuyan stood beside Shen Wangchuan and explained to him:

"When training within a sect, one must not reveal the sect behind them."

"I see," the old man said, his voice unusually excited.

"Which elder of the Xuantian Sect are you?"

Even though there were only two people in front of him, the old man did not judge people by numbers.

It should be known that any cultivator who dares to take one person out with them is of high cultivation level and has absolute confidence in their own strength.

Xie Liuyan nodded slightly, but only mentioned his surname.

"I am not an elder. My surname is Xie, and this man beside me is my disciple. I have come to Immortal Village to exorcise demons."

Upon hearing the word "thank you," the old man stood up excitedly.

The man before me had a handsome face and a cool, otherworldly demeanor, as if he were an immortal descending to earth.

When the old man came to his senses, he only saw the backs of the two people leaving. Judging from the direction they walked, he could deduce that they had gone into the mountains.

He hurriedly ran from the door into the house to tell his wife the good news.

Unexpectedly, it was that immortal venerable one who arrived. It seems their village is saved!

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Shen Wangchuan had been following his master all the way, and he had been feeling confused ever since.

"Master, is it true that the group of cultivators you mentioned are from the Xuantian Sect?"

Xie Liuyan nodded calmly: "The sect leader asked me to find Lin Qinglin. According to the instructions of the soul lamp, he should be here."

Lin Qinglin, despite being the sect leader's personal disciple, still suffered a loss here.

Shen Wangchuan was somewhat surprised and became even more vigilant about the evil spirits he was about to face.

It was dusk when they arrived in the village, and the night grew cool as they walked into the mountains.

Xie Liuyan knew that what they were looking for wouldn't appear all at once, and they would inevitably have to spend the night in the mountains.

Fortunately, cultivators are not picky about their living environment, as long as they set up a barrier to ensure their safety.

Upon seeing a large tree, Xie Liuyan stopped in his tracks.

"It's not a good time to go any further tonight. Let's go meditate under the tree for the night."

Upon hearing his master's words, Shen Wangchuan naturally had no objections.

He thought to himself that it was a rare opportunity to be so close to his master on this trip.

After all, they used to each have their own room, and since he figured out the way to cultivate, he rarely saw his master anymore.

Xie Liuyan simply made a hand seal, and an invisible barrier enveloped a few meters around the two of them.

Seeing his master's focused profile as he meditated, Shen Wangchuan quietly moved closer.

His gaze remained fixed on Xie Liuyan. To avoid his master noticing, he turned his back and tried his best to calm himself down.

Little did he know that as he turned around, Xie Liuyan, who had been expressionless, slightly curled the corners of his lips.