111 With more enemies, there's nothing to worry about.

Guilin tidied up the ground to make it look like a ghostly attack. Actually, there was no need for disguise; the ground was already a mess.

He dragged the cook's corpse and slowly walked back. His expression had returned to calm; what had just happened seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The little snake in my eyes seemed to have grown a little bigger. I could vaguely make out the shadow of a fat chef.

He Chen and the two women quickly washed up. Then they rushed to Wan Jian Manor to settle things there before hurrying back. The sun was almost setting!

They arrived at Wanjian Manor. At this time, the once vast manor was a ruin. The thirty-odd survivors had already prepared firewood.

Qiu An was still shouting, "Everyone searched and there's nothing left, right? If there isn't, I'm going to light the fire."

At this moment, Guilin dragged over the corpse of a cook. Nothing special about it. Then he placed the corpses together.

Then Qiu An greeted him politely, "Senior Brother, no, I've checked everything over there." His eyes gleamed with a burning, greedy light as he looked at Qiu An.

Qiu An didn't pay attention; he was so busy he barely had time to breathe. He had no mind to worry about anything else!

He Chen arrived at that moment.

Upon seeing his savior, Qiu An quickly bowed and respectfully said, "My lord, as you instructed, we have collected all the remains and are preparing to burn them immediately."

He nodded slightly. 'Okay, you can begin, then take these people down the mountain.'

Rou Rou and Wan Qing stood not far away. Both women were wearing He Chen's oversized clothes. It was nighttime in the mountains. A gust of wind blew by.

A wide-hemmed coat accentuated her exquisite figure. The black dress couldn't conceal her long, slender legs! Her long, flowing hair swayed gently in the wind, making her appear like a fairy descended to earth! A touch of rosy cheeks graced her cheeks.

Guilin was instantly captivated! 'Mine, this is mine. All of it is mine.'

Then, the sharp sound of 'Su' piercing the air rang out! A sudden sound.

Everyone present was taken aback! Before they could react...

He Chen moved his hand swiftly, catching the flying sword with lightning speed!

Facing Guilin, he smiled coldly and said, 'Is this how you repay the person who saved your life?'

Qiu An rushed over in alarm, shouting, "Guilin, what are you doing? Have you been bewitched by an evil god?"

A female voice came from Guilin's mouth, "How did you know, senior brother, sir?"

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In an instant, a divine sense invaded everyone present. In Qiu An's eyes, everywhere was a scene of wine, meat, and pleasure.

Beautiful women singing and dancing, wearing dresses, high heels, short tops, tight pants, deep necklines, and knee-length skirts! This moment is a beauty I have never experienced before.

The Thunderfire Heart Technique activated automatically, instantly burning away the divine sense.

"Ah, brat, you're asking for death! How dare you refuse me!" A male voice, seemingly oblivious, rang out.

Everyone before him was lost in a beautiful illusion. He Chen reacted instantly. He leaped into the air, lightning and fire dragons appearing on his blade, solidified yet not unleashed. A full-force strike, utterly unleashed, without the slightest carelessness. His heart was calm, exhilarated, ruthless, and decisive!

The gentleman's blade slashed down with the force of a thunderbolt, aimed directly at the demonic statue on Guilin's body. Just as it was about to strike, sharp claws appeared, and a clang rang out as the blade clashed.

Then, the claws were severed, cleaved, and the chest was cut in two, blood spurting out. In an instant, Qiu An froze, the air solidified!

Then, lightning and fire energy rapidly ignited on the corpse, like a scarecrow ablaze in the wind. A sense of terror filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.

The onlookers slowly came to their senses and collapsed to the ground. Had it been any longer, they would likely have died. They were all filled with fear.

A terrifying sound, seemingly from a distant world or ancient times, rang out. The voice was indistinguishable between male and female: 'I see you!'

The mental cultivation technique circulated rapidly, and the surrounding air seemed to heat up. The surrounding cold and chilling aura was quickly dispelled as if it were burning away.

As dusk approached, a wisp of firewood, seemingly crackling with lightning, shot out from the towering pile. The dry wood ignited instantly!

'Ah, don't burn me, I want to live. I want to live.' Among the corpses in the pyre, a trace of a wild ghost had already been born.

The Samadhi Fire burned fiercely, fueled by the wood, growing ever stronger. Within the flames, lightning flickered and danced, as beautiful as fireworks.

"Pack your things and hurry down the mountain," a voice rang in their ears.

"Yes, sir." Qiu An quickly organized the survivors and gave each of them a small amount of silver. "Thank you, benefactor,"

The others echoed in unison, "Thank you, our benefactor."

Then, leading everyone and helping each other, they hurriedly left.

With a light step, he moved like a flying swan, quickly arriving beside the two women. He embraced one on each side tightly.

"Hold on tight, I'm about to fly!" The two women wrapped their arms tightly around her waist and hugged her gently. A slight smile played on their lips; this was hardly a proper way to do it.

Her pretty face rested gently against the railing, her eyes closed, serene! A single step soared a thousand feet high, carried by the wind.

Following behind for a while, I saw Qiu An lead the group onto the official road. They stopped several carriages heading towards a county town in the direction of Wanzhou, not Changzhou. I didn't pay much attention to them after that.

"Hold on tight, I'm going to speed up." The two women didn't react at all. They even covered their mouths and giggled.

Immediately, the eagle demon Wei Ming arrived swiftly. Looking at the eagle demon, who now seemed rejuvenated and transformed.

As soon as Wei Ming spoke, he said, "My lord, I am late. Please punish me. My lord, please sit on my back. I will take you back soon." As he spoke, he imitated a bowing gesture.

Nodding in acceptance, he lightly touched the cloud and landed on the eagle demon's back. The eagle demon seemed to have grown considerably larger!

The eagle demon carried the three of them. A gust of wind blew against their faces; it was so cold!

The Heaven-Covering Formation was activated. Gathering wind and clouds, an eggshell enveloped the three of them!

Inside, it was instantly warm as spring, with clouds gently swaying. Then it became restless, and half an hour later, sword energy crisscrossed. Finally, it subsided.

A person emerged from the clouds. At this moment, he felt completely refreshed, without the slightest sign of fatigue. Looking down, he was already not far above the market.

The eagle demon kept circling in the air, and it flew even higher. It was estimated to be three thousand feet high.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Then, a touch of excitement, and a wisp of lightning-fire true energy, gently flowed into the eagle demon's body. Within the eagle demon's body, the true energy was rapidly ignited by the lightning-fire true energy. Purification, refinement!

"Thank you, Master," the eagle demon said comfortably. Its bloodline seemed to have become purer, allowing it to advance faster.

He thought to himself, 'This spirit fox really didn't lie to me. It seems I need to find more spirit herbs. From now on, I'll be the most dazzling one in the clan—no, I want to be the Eagle King, the Eagle Saint!'

Build a huge, yes, a royal palace. (I lamented my lack of education; even the word "royal palace" took me ages to come up with.)