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A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds in the east, and Chen An and his two companions arrived safely in Xingyuan City.

Although both are medium-sized cities, this place is far more dilapidated than Kangtai City.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Chen An and his two companions concealed their cultivation levels and went inside the largest inn in the city.

As soon as I entered, the waiter greeted me: "Please come in, sir."

Hearing the slightly jarring sound, the three of them sat down near the corner of the wall.

"Guest, what would you like to eat? Please take your time ordering, and call me when you're done."

Opening the recipe book, which had more than ten pages, they were drawn to the "dirty meat" on the last page.

Chen An called over the waiter, "How about a few more servings of this filthy meat?"

The waiter glanced at the three men's clothing and said in a low voice, "Are you from out of town?"

"Yes, I've heard about this local specialty and I'm planning to try it."

A sly glint flashed in the waiter's eyes as he enthusiastically led Chen An and the other two upstairs.

In the private room, which is 30 to 40 square meters, there is a small bed and a table of about 3 or 4 square meters.

A short while later, the boss came in with a dozen or so waiters, each carrying a plate.

The plate was placed on the table, the bright red raw meat still bloody, exuding a uniquely human aura.

The physical discomfort came from the stomach, but all three were cultivators and quickly regained their composure.

Chen An and his two companions concealed their cultivation levels, and the shopkeeper, unable to discern their true abilities, naturally became more wary.

These guests ordered right away; either they're regulars or they're there to entice law enforcement.

Seeing the anger on the three faces, the shopkeeper laughed and said, "The last sect disciple who wanted to handle this matter is right here on the table."

The shopkeeper's extremely arrogant attitude was disgusting.

The situation here is more serious than we thought.

Mu Jingtai looked up at his boss and, after examining him, discovered that the other party was only at the Great Completion of the Nascent Soul stage.

With a swift stroke, the shopkeeper's head was severed, and Chen An and Wu Siyue also killed four waiters.

The remaining five were as easy for Mu Jingtai as crushing an ant; he secured a pentakill with a single move.

The meat on the table was bright red and looked delicious, so Chen An gathered it together.

Things happened so fast that the outside world didn't even notice the anomaly.

After leaving the room, Mu Jingtai added a seal to the door.

They went straight to the kitchen.

A dozen or so shirtless chefs were working hard to toss the woks, but their eyes kept glancing away.

The apprentice chopping vegetables, thinking Chen An wasn't paying attention, picked up a cleaver and slashed at Chen An's artery.

After Chen An easily killed him, the chefs took turns attacking.

With a master like Mu Jingtai around, Chen An and Wu Siyue really didn't need to exert much effort. Before long, in the kitchen with more than thirty people, an old man was still stirring the wok by himself.

Mu Jingtai raised his sword to kill, but Chen An stopped him, saying, "Old man, where have you locked up the people you've captured?"

The old man continued to tossing the wok, while Mu Jingtai narrowed his eyes and walked over with a rapidly increasing sense of pressure.

Two or three meters away from him, a warm current flowed from between the old man's legs, wetting his cloth shoes.

He knelt on his own urine stains, his voice trembling as he said, "If I tell you, will you spare my life?"

Mu Jingtai asked in a deep voice, "How many people are left?"

"At least thirty or fifty."

After weighing the pros and cons, Mu Jingtai agreed.

Following behind the old man, he led the group into a dark alley.

At the end, the old man lifted a stone brick and pressed his palm down.

The stone wall cracked, and a cold, damp aura seeped out from within.

"Old Chen, what brings you here? Don't you have apprentices?" a woman teased.

Chen An snorted coldly and barged in.

The three of them easily dealt with the dozen or so demonic cultivators who were scraping their bones and flesh.

The old man knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with lifelessness.

Do you know of any other places like this?

The old man shook his head: "I'm just a nobody; it's good enough that I even know about this place."

Without another word, Chen An ended Old Chen's life with a single sword strike. As he stepped over Old Chen's corpse, he coldly said, "I never said I wouldn't kill you."

This was the first time Mu Jingtai had encountered something like this. Although he had promised not to kill him, he would rather break his promise and kill the old man to rid the people of this scourge after it was all over.

Chen An's idea of ​​achieving the best of both worlds not only avoids breaking his promise but also eliminates harm, which is truly perfect. He should do the same in the future, so that those demonic cultivators will die without any complaints.

After cleaning the blood off their bodies, they entered a deserted little inn.

There was no waiter at the inn; a young couple were both the owners and the waiters.

During registration, Chen An asked, seemingly casually, "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one, she's twenty."

The man had a blissful expression on his face, and the woman standing next to him, her face slightly flushed, gently nudged him.

Chen An thought that the two of them looked like they had just gotten married and were still shy.

Seeing the atmosphere becoming ambiguous, Mu Jingtai, oblivious to the romantic atmosphere, asked, "Why don't you go and cultivate? At this age, you are Foundation Establishment cultivators, and you definitely have the talent for cultivation."

Although the two of them are not as good as Chen An and the other two, there are plenty of cultivators like them in the Zhaoning Sect, and there is no rule in the sect that prohibits marriage.

The man's expression froze for a moment, and he hurriedly explained, "I'm also cultivating here, and I don't want to go outside at all. This place is very nice, and it's perfect for the two of us."

Hearing these insincere words, the three of them said nothing. The problems in Xingyuan City were definitely not limited to demonic cultivators.

Upon entering the guest room, Chen An continued his cultivation without stopping, but his cultivation level at the mid-stage of opening the meridians was far from qualifying him as a strong person.

During her cultivation, she noticed that before the sun had even set, every household had already closed their doors.

Xingyuan City is a medium-sized city with a large population. It is puzzling that they all do the same thing in such a tacit way.

Chen An wanted to see what the reason was.

As night fell, Chen An stood by the window and opened it a crack. Outside, it was quiet and there was nothing unusual.

She rolled out, and after exchanging a glance with Wu Siyue and Mu Jingtai, they concealed their presence.

The demonic cultivators here aren't particularly powerful, yet they dare to openly engage in the human flesh trade; they must be under someone's protection.

They guessed that this person was most likely Zhao Xiao, the city lord of Xingyuan City.

After walking only thirty or forty meters, a muffled thud came from the inn behind them.

The moment Mu Jingtai turned around, Chen An and Wu Siyue were simultaneously pulled into a dark alley by an evil aura.

When he turned around again, their presence had vanished.

He immediately released his divine sense, but could not detect anything.

By the time they realized their carelessness, it was too late; Chen An and Wu Siyue had vanished without a trace.

As the one with the highest cultivation level among the three, he believed he should bear the majority of the responsibility.

After a moment's thought, he headed towards the inn where he had just stayed.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a scene he desperately didn't want to see again.

The young couple had both died and were now lying on the inn floor, their faces ashen.

A dangerous aura rapidly approached, and Mu Jingtai dodged it by flipping over.

A dagger, carrying a letter, was driven into the pillar near his ear.

The envelope contained only one address: "First Household in Dawan Village".

Mu Jingtai threw the dagger to the ground and rushed over without stopping.