"Mortals? Do you know why I've summoned you here?"
In the center of the village, a young cultivator with small eyes stood with his arms crossed, looking at the villagers at his feet with some disdain.
The young cultivator was accompanied by two male cultivators, who also had wicked smiles on their faces.
Most of the villagers were dressed in rags, with unfocused eyes and their heads hanging down.
As for the young cultivator's question, none of the villagers answered, nor did any of them dare to.
No matter how you answer, it will be wrong, so why bother answering at all?
Most of them knew these few immortal masters, that is, these three cultivators, but they were just bored and mortals were just having fun with them.
It's like a village kid teasing ants; as long as it's fun, that's all that matters, regardless of what the ants think.
"Hmm, no one's answering?"
The young cultivator narrowed his eyes, making them appear even smaller than they were to begin with, and his whole demeanor became even more sinister.
The young monk said to the other two beside him, "You two, cure their inability to speak."
The two cultivators exchanged a glance, their smiles growing even more sinister.
At the same time, both of them took out a whip crackling with electricity and lashed it at the group of mortals.
That whip was a magical artifact. Although it wasn't a high-grade weapon, it was still a magical artifact. Even if it couldn't kill a mortal, a single blow would still tear the skin and flesh.
The whip lashed down, crackling with sparks of electricity, and struck an unfortunate villager, also making a crackling sound.
Two sounds came one after the other, and the man trembled and lay down, unconscious on the ground, motionless.
When the other villagers saw this, they all screamed in surprise, and many children were so frightened that they burst into tears.
"readily!"
The young cultivator watching from the side grinned widely; he had small eyes and a large mouth—two features on the same face.
His face contorts when he sees people suffering.
"stop!"
A shout came, followed by three figures flying over.
It was Han Qingxiu, her face full of anger; Xiong Ao, his brows furrowed; and Wu Er, who was ready to watch the show.
That's right, a certain lazy sect leader wanted to see how these two disciples would perform.
When the young cultivator saw other cultivators approaching, he waved his hand and called back his two subordinates.
"Oh ho, we can still see other cultivators in this small place." The young cultivator looked the three of them up and down with his small eyes. "These clothes... they're cultivators from Pengshan."
The young cultivator made no other move, and the distorted expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a fake smile.
"So you're a fellow Daoist from Pengshan Sect! I am Dong Liang from Chaoran Sect. My apologies for my rudeness!"
The Transcendent Sect?
Wu Er felt a sense of familiarity upon hearing these three words. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that the Chaoran Sect was one of the three great immortal sects in Zhongzhou, and that an immortal was in charge of it.
That immortal seems to be surnamed Dong, the same surname as this young cultivator, Dong Liang.
This Dong Liang seems to have some minor connections.
Dong Liang's attitude changed quickly; he was extremely arrogant towards ordinary villagers, but very polite to cultivators.
Han Qingxiu looked at Dong Liang, who had suddenly become polite, and loosened her clenched fist.
As the saying goes, one doesn't hit a smiling face, so Han Qingxiu, who originally wanted to take action directly, suppressed her anger.
He asked, "What were you doing just now?"
Afterwards, Wu Er nodded slightly as he watched Han Qingxiu's performance.
He doesn't act impulsively when faced with problems... at least not as impulsively as he did when he lost his jade pendant. He has a pretty good temperament.
When Dong Liang heard Han Qingxiu's question, he replied with a smile, "Of course, it's to relieve my depression."
His tone was very natural, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial matter.
For Dong Liang, it was probably just a small matter.
"Hit someone to relieve your frustration?" Xiong Ao took a step forward. "I've never seen that before."
Xiong Ao was tall and imposing, with a face full of arrogance, making him incredibly intimidating.
"What do you mean by this, fellow Daoist?"
Dong Liang raised his head slightly, looking at Xiong Ao, who was a head taller than him, and said, "I've always heard that you Pengshan cultivators love to meddle in other people's business. What? You're going to interfere if I take a few mortals to vent my anger?"
"If you don't value human lives, how can you not care?" Han Qingxiu pointed down at the terrified villagers. "I can't stand this."
It looks like the conversation went wrong.
Although Dong Liang was angry at being lectured like this, he did not take any other action.
His cultivation level wasn't very high, only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the two henchmen he brought with him were also at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Although Dong Liang held a distinguished position within the Chaoran Sect, he came out intending to bully a mere mortal and did not bring any high-level guards.
Moreover, the opponents are disciples of Pengshan, and recently there have been rumors that the Pengshan sect leader has made an appearance...
Dong Liang wasn't stupid, nor was he a mindless villain from novels or plays. He had some thinking ability and understood the situation after a moment's thought.
So he decided to be patient and avoid conflict with the disciples of Pengshan Sect.
At the very least, there should be no open conflict.
"Hehe, I won't argue with you. Since you don't like me, I'll just stay away."
After saying this, Dong Liang gave a symbolic bow, then turned and flew away with his two subordinates.
Seeing Dong Liangfei leave, Wu Er, who had been preparing to watch the show, suddenly felt bored.
I initially thought it would be a classic scene where the scoundrel gets slapped in the face, but this time the scoundrel actually got smart, learned to read the situation, and actually ran away...
Why are there so few brainless bad people these days?
Wu Er couldn't help but wonder: I wonder if there are any novelists around here, and if they write this kind of story about slapping the face of a scoundrel?
Looking at Han Qingxiu and Xiong Ao, they were relieved to see that they didn't have the strange ideas that Wu Er had.
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