Jing Le silently recited the incantation, his fingers flying rapidly, and a faint figure gradually appeared above the pile of corpses.

Then came two or three more groups. Ying Liu and the others realized that the figures appearing one after another were none other than the village chief and his men!

Finally, they saw the figures of the entire village floating in mid-air, especially the kind-faced village chief.

They led the entire village in bowing three times to Jing Le, and they could almost hear the villagers expressing their gratitude: "Thank you, benefactor."

Then a dark gate opened, and a beam of light led the villagers to the underworld.

After the villagers disappeared, dozens or even twenty merit points flew into Jing Le's body; these were the sincere offerings from those villagers.

On the other side.

Jing Jiayue was taken away by Shi Changfeng and fled towards the south.

Shi Changfeng sensed the primordial energy there and wanted to devour it to replenish himself.

Southern country.

The Imperial Preceptor's Residence.

A young man opened his eyes and chuckled:

"It really came so easily, these broken souls are doing so poorly."

He was also a fragment of Shi Changfeng's soul. By chance, he devoured another fragment of his soul, which greatly increased his power and made his memories more complete.

He believed that as long as he devoured a few more shattered souls, he would definitely be able to recover to his former peak.

Close your eyes and wait for the rabbit to come to you.

A moment later, Shi Changfeng brought Jing Jiayue to the Imperial Preceptor's residence, where he saw a noticeably younger version of himself with his eyes closed in meditation.

Without a second thought, it pierced directly into the space between the eyebrows.

"Haha, this body is still so young, just what I wanted."

The old man, Shi Changfeng, smiled smugly. Just then, another male voice rang out:

"Really? I think so too. You can shut up now."