Fairy bestows immortality

Su Yun noticed that in a relatively flat area ahead, houses came into view.

A rough estimate suggests that several hundred people live there.

These mountain villages nestled among the mountains are common, with most having a few hundred people, and a few large tribes with thousands or even tens of thousands.

Before Su Yun entered the Qingyun Sect for cultivation, he also lived in a small mountain village.

"Go and find out what's going on."

He rode his white horse and headed towards the village.

The fat cultivator was traveling from Dayan Temple to Hidden Crimson Demon Mountain, and he would most likely pass through this village, where he might be able to find out some information.

However, when he approached the village, he found it desolate.

Many families were attending a funeral, and there were white paper and other funeral supplies everywhere.

"what's the situation……"

Su Yun frowned; it was unusual for so many funerals to happen at the same time.

Upon entering the village, some people looked at him with fear, some even terrified, while others were curious and apprehensive.

Su Yun is now at the fifth level of the Qi Sea realm, and his temperament is vastly different from that of ordinary people; one can tell at a glance that he is a cultivator.

Looking around at the people, he walked up to an old man with a white beard sitting by the door.

Seeing the old man's frightened expression, Su Yun smiled and said, "Old man, don't be afraid. I'm just passing by and have no ill intentions."

Hearing this, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man was still somewhat reserved, and respectfully asked, "Young sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

Su Yun said, "I wanted to ask if a middle-aged fat man, who was probably bald, came to the village some time ago."

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up. He looked at Su Yun a few more times and asked, "Are you a friend of Fatty's benefactor?"

Fatty's benefactor?

Su Yun's expression was strange.

However, since he's called Fatty, he's most likely a fat cultivator.

So he nodded and said, "Yes, I am his friend. Is he in the village?"

The old man shook his head and sighed after hearing this, saying, "My benefactor, Fatty, is not in the village now, and his fate is even unknown."

All we know is that he was fighting with an evil cultivator and continued forward, probably entering that huge demon mountain ahead.

"Oh? A heretical cultivator?"

Su Yun was puzzled.

He glanced again at the surrounding villages and asked, "What happened in the villages? Did the evil cultivators kill many people?"

"Yes!"

The old man nodded, his face filled with sorrow, and began to slowly recount his story.

After listening to what the old man said, Su Yun understood.

That's pretty much what he thought.

Some time ago, a cultivator who practiced evil magic came here and took control of the entire village.

This person is extremely ruthless. He uses the essence and blood of mortals to cultivate, and he kills several people almost every day just to absorb their essence and blood.

They even stripped the minds and souls of the people they killed and used them to forge evil weapons.

In just a few days, more than a dozen people died in the village!

The villagers lived in constant fear, but were trapped and unable to escape.

Even if they escape, given their abilities, they would be vulnerable to predation by ferocious beasts once they left this relatively safe mountainous area, making survival extremely difficult. They would have no choice but to leave their fate to chance.

Later, the fat monk passed by this place!

Upon seeing this, he immediately engaged the evil cultivator in battle without saying a word.

The evil cultivator was quite powerful, and the two fought fiercely, eventually leaving the village and entering the Hidden Crimson Demon Mountain, from which they never returned.

The old man sighed and said, "It's been almost ten days! I wonder if my benefactor, Fatty, is safe and sound."

After listening, Su Yun pondered for a moment and said, "He should be fine, old man, don't worry."

The old man looked at him and said, "Young man, since you are a friend of Fatty's benefactor, you would be best to go to the Demon Mountain and look for him. If you can help Fatty's benefactor, that would be the best outcome."

"That evil cultivator is no ordinary person. He also has two helpers, who are either his pageboys or friends. Even Fatty's benefactor can't fight against four hands with two fists."