He turned back and rescued the villagers, explained the situation to them briefly, and then left amidst their profuse thanks.
Xijiang Village is a village that extends further southwest.
This place is Su Jin's hometown, a small town consisting of more than a dozen villages with a population of several thousand.
The reason Shen Qinghe missed Su Jin's grandmother was because Su Jin's grandmother's village was hit by a mudslide, and the whole village was relocated to this place.
Finding a newly established town in the vast mountains is like finding a needle in a haystack.
However, Su Jin's father and her two brothers have already reunited with Shen Qinghe, so this matter can be considered to have come to a satisfactory conclusion.
To Ye Xingchen's surprise, there was still no movement at Tongtian Peak, which was more than 20 kilometers away from Xijiang Village. It seemed that Shenwu Youtai and his disciples, who were of the same lineage as Jiuju Fengshui, had disappeared into the vast mountains.
Of course, these Japanese are cunning, so even if they don't take any action for the time being, we can't let our guard down.
Li Chengyun and his group couldn't stay here indefinitely, as they had many tasks to complete and would leave after two days.
Ye Xingchen settled down in the village, which consisted of more than a dozen villages and had more than 5,000 households. It was undoubtedly the most popular place in the deep mountains of southwest China.
The village is a small market, and it has only one guesthouse, so Ye Xingchen will stay here for the time being.
This market, which is usually frequented only by people from the surrounding villages, has recently seen an unusual surge in visitors, including tourists and those claiming to be buying precious medicinal herbs.
Below the guesthouse is a small restaurant open to the public, serving local dishes. Ye Xingchen really likes these dishes and goes there every day for a hearty meal before going for a stroll in the mountains.
That noon, he sat by the window, looking at the mountain view, waiting for his meal.
Just then, a young man walked in with a few other people.
The young man had a frivolous expression and lewd eyes, but his temples were slightly bulging, suggesting he was a martial arts practitioner.
Moreover, this young man was the main character; he looked around the restaurant and wasn't too satisfied with the environment.
"Young Master Fang, there's nowhere good to go in this remote mountain area," a subordinate said softly. "How about we leave it here?"
"Well, alright, the conditions are a bit lenient, but there's no better option." The man called Young Master Fang nodded, then his gaze fell on Ye Xingchen: "That location is good."
"You, make way for me. Young Master Fang has his eye on this seat." A man walked straight to Ye Xingchen's side.
"Isn't there a proper order to things, first come, first served?" Ye Xingchen poured himself a glass of water and smiled faintly.
"Don't be so ungrateful. Our Young Master Fang is not someone you can afford to mess with. Get out of here, or you'll regret it." The man's face darkened, and his tone became rude.
"Can't you speak properly? If not, I'll teach you." Ye Xingchen slammed the cup in his hand on the table, his aura suddenly becoming imposing.
The man staggered back a few steps, stunned by Ye Xingchen's aura. He looked at Ye Xingchen in surprise and doubt, his face pale.
Just now, Ye Xingchen held back his Heavenly Realm strength without holding back. This guy is at most a martial artist who has just stepped into the Yellow Realm. How could he possibly withstand the aura emanating from Ye Xingchen?
“Friend, I am Fang Shaogong. We are both people in the martial arts world. Can you give me some face?” Fang Shaogong frowned.
No matter how he looked at it, Ye Xingchen was only at the Yellow Realm cultivation level, but the aura that Ye Xingchen had just unleashed was something that no Yellow Realm cultivator could possess.
But this momentum was fleeting; was I seeing things?
"Then you should discipline your people properly. Don't speak so impulsively, or you'll get beaten up," Ye Xingchen said leisurely.
Fang Shaogong's expression changed. Although his strength was average, his sect held a high position in the martial arts world.
Ye Xingchen's words were anything but polite, which made him very unhappy.
"Young Master Fang, we're here on other business." Seeing that Fang Shaogong was about to lose his temper, a subordinate quickly stepped forward to intervene.
"What's your friend's name?" Fang Shaogong snorted and looked up at Ye Xingchen.
"Ye Xingchen," Ye Xingchen replied, "What, you want revenge? Can't you act like a man and settle scores on the spot?"
"Ye Xingchen, I'll remember you." Fang Shaogong's expression was rather unpleasant. He glanced coldly at Ye Xingchen, then turned and left.
Ye Xingchen was too lazy to argue with him. After the food was served and he finished eating, he went for a walk in the mountains as usual.
But when he reached the mountain path, he saw that the mountain trail was covered with yellow paper.
This is paper money for the dead. Ye Xingchen frowned, bent down and looked at the paper money on the ground. He saw that there were special markings on it.
"The Corpse Dove Witch Clan?" Ye Xingchen instantly recognized the symbol on the paper money.
The so-called Corpse-Dwelling Witchcraft School is a branch of the Xiangxi Corpse-Driving lineage. They use medicine to refine corpses and manipulate them to do things that are beyond human capabilities.
They live deep in the mountains, their whereabouts shrouded in mystery, but now they have made their move.
There have been many outsiders in the town these past few days, and Fang Shaogong, who was just now, is obviously from a martial arts sect.
Add to that the mysterious and unpredictable Wu family, who rarely leave the mountains, and it seems this place is getting more and more interesting.
“Young man, ghostly soldiers are passing through, and the dead are rising. What you’re looking at is very unlucky. Go on, don’t get yourself into trouble.” Just then, a disheveled old man passed by.
The old man covered his face with his hair; his disheveled hair obscured his features, making it impossible to discern his true appearance.
This is the town's famous old madman, known as Old Xia. He is said to be a scholar with beautiful handwriting and a wealth of knowledge. There is nothing he doesn't know about astronomy, geography, the Four Books and Five Classics.
When he's lucid, he can talk eloquently and share many profound truths with you.
But once he goes crazy, he becomes erratic and doesn't recognize anyone.
He has been here for many years, and no one knows where he came from. The people in the town took pity on him and took him in, giving him food to eat.
"Sir, may I ask..." Ye Xingchen was about to ask in detail, but Old Xia laughed loudly. He opened his arms and ran against the wind, it seemed that his madness had relapsed.
Ye Xingchen felt somewhat helpless, but he wanted to catch up with him to see if Old Xia's madness could be cured.
But when he was lucid, he often seemed to be secretly sad, which suggested that he had some unpleasant past experiences.
Perhaps this state is good for him.
Continuing along the mountain path, we unknowingly found ourselves deep inside.
Ye Xingchen stopped in an empty, deserted place and said with a smile, "Come out. You've been following me all this way, aren't you tired?"
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