Song Tingwan curled her lips and asked, "Did you beat him up? What about what I told you to do?"

Mentioning this, Wu Ling couldn't help but laugh, "I did beat him, but I couldn't beat him, so I used the white mist to fight back and then ran away. I also did what you asked me to do."

He left a trace of ghostly energy on Zewu, which clung to the hem of his clothes.

Although very faint, it was kept within a range that could be vaguely sensed.

Song Tingwan smiled and said, "That's good. Let's wait and see. If he goes out, we'll follow him there."

She made two preparations for Wu Ling.

First, leave ghostly energy on Zewu.

If you can beat them to death, then kill them.

Since it's within someone else's formation, it's normal if you can't defeat them. He escaped, and the ghostly energy he left behind became useful.

Song Tingwan had just greeted Yan Shanjun, and if Zewu dared to go back later, everyone would work together to capture him.

If he escapes, he will surely return to the mountains and forests.

The ghostly energy left behind by Wu Ling then came in handy.

After making preparations, Song Tingwan and the others tried to experience it.

Nothing was gained.

Return via the same route.

Just as the group walked back behind Yan Shanjun, Wu Ling suddenly stopped.

He left.

Yan Shanjun and Song Tingwan exchanged glances, a rare glimmer of hope appearing between them.

"Come on, lead the way."

The other cultivators were puzzled, but the First Sect Master's status was too authoritative, so they followed behind.

As they walked, cultivators continuously took out various treasures they had kept hidden away, trying to see if each one could restrain the white mist.

After trying them all, everyone summarized their findings.

Buddhist teachings can have a certain influence.

But not many.

When did such a terrifying white mist appear in the cultivation world? It's truly frustrating and despairing.

Despite this, they were all eager to try it out, employing all sorts of outrageous methods.

There were also people setting up wealth formations. The others were speechless, but he scratched his head and chuckled, "It's not necessarily true that this white mist is afraid of wealth and prosperity."

The answer is simple: the world of cultivation is full of wonders.

Therefore, they have their reasons and evidence.

Song Tingwan happened to hear this and covered her mouth with a soft laugh.

Wu Ling sensed the traces left by his ghostly aura along the way.

Shen Zhuochuan and Su Xi took turns driving away the villagers who were following closely behind. Everyone helped each other, but when they saw the ghost hitting itself with its own body, they couldn't help but twitch their lips.

"Good brother, you do the hitting. It feels weird for me to hit myself."

"Fine, fine, I've wanted to hit you for a long time."

"What?!"

The group chatted and laughed while beating up the villagers, and before they knew it, they had circled the village three times.

Some people were confused, "What's going on? Why are we taking a walk now?"

"I don't know, everyone just followed along, so we just went."

Yan Shanjun glanced back speechlessly, and upon seeing the disciples of their Wenjian Sect still there, he gritted his teeth and rubbed his forehead.

Finally, Wu Ling in front felt that the wisp of ghostly energy was getting closer and closer to him.

After circling around this place three times, this time we turned a corner.

We entered an alley.

There, Master Xichen stood lost in thought.

Hearing the commotion of their large group, he calmly turned around and pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

In short, "the core of the formation."