Bian Lang gently flipped his left palm.
The moment the man with the mustache leaped into the air, his body exploded with a deafening roar, turning into a shower of blood that stained the ground crimson.
"Sixth Senior Brother..." The men in blue quickly recovered from their shock and drew their swords to attack.
Liu Yi and Dugu Qiusheng both made their moves.
The vast majority of these people in blue robes were at the Qi Condensation stage, with only a few having entered the Foundation Establishment stage.
The strongest among them was the one with the small mustache, whose cultivation level had only just reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
When Liu Yi and Dugu Qiusheng faced them, it was like a strong man with immense strength bullying a helpless infant.
Dozens of men in blue robes fell into pools of blood in an instant.
Liu Yi spared only the lives of three people.
Some things can only be understood by listening to them speak.
"Which mountain bandits are you from?" Liu Yi pointed her sword at the three men.
One of them said in a trembling voice, "We are not bandits."
"Only bandits could do such a thing?" Liu Yi was furious.
The man said, "We are..."
"Are you looking for death?" a man in blue robes shouted angrily from the side.
They came out to play secretly with their sixth senior brother. If the sect finds out what they've done, it won't be as simple as death.
"Ah..." With a flick of her longsword, Liu Yi's head fell to the ground beside her.
It's quite clear which of the three is most afraid of death, and there's no need to keep the other one alive.
Liu Yi killed the man as well, and said, "Continue talking. As long as you tell the truth, I will spare your life."
The man, however, regained his senses and shook his head vigorously.
Bian Lang suddenly struck, smashing the man's head with a single punch.
“There’s no need to waste time, let’s keep going,” Bian Lang said.
Even if they knew which sect these men in blue robes belonged to, they would not dare to attack them.
“These corpses…” Liu Yi frowned slightly.
Bian Lang said speechlessly, "Wouldn't it save you a lot of trouble if you didn't cut off their heads?"
Bian Lang had no choice but to take out a needle and thread, haphazardly sew the head off the corpse, and then apply a talisman to revive it.
“We have no way to repay your great kindness. This is the silver we have collected. Please accept it, our benefactors.” An old man slowly walked over, leaning on a cane, followed by two young men, carrying a large amount of gold and silver in their hands.
Bian Lang said, "Your village has been burned down, and that's exactly when you need money."
"My benefactor, this is just a small token of our appreciation..." The old man's eyes were filled with tears, and he almost knelt down.
If these three people hadn't passed by, they would probably all be dead by tonight.
Bian Lang glanced at the villagers and sighed, "Don't let the elderly and children go hungry."
As he spoke, Bian Lang patted his storage bag and took out a lot of gold and silver from it.
"My benefactor, this is absolutely unacceptable," the old man said, trembling with fear.
Liu Yi and Dugu Qiusheng were not idle either; they also found a lot of money on the corpses of those men in blue.
But Bian Lang said that the money should not be given to the villagers.
With so many people in blue robes disappearing, their sect will surely conduct a thorough investigation. Once the investigation leads back to these villagers, they will have no way to defend themselves.
Bian Lang then laughed and said, "Old man, look how much money they have on them, consider it your thank-you gift to us."
The old man wiped away his tears, not knowing what to say.
Seeing Bian Lang and the others leave, the old man led the surviving villagers to kneel in gratitude in the direction they had gone.
"Bian Lang, you seem quite experienced in handling these kinds of things," Liu Yi asked in a low voice after they were far away from the village.
Bian Lang said, "After all, I've seen too much."
The different worlds that Corpse Brother took him to were basically like this: the strong are respected, life is as worthless as grass, and ordinary people living at the bottom lead miserable lives.
"Brother Bian, tell us honestly, what is your cultivation level?" Dugu Qiusheng felt that Bian Lang was very likely a deity.
Bian Lang laughed and asked, "What do you think my cultivation level is?"
"Is he an immortal?" Dugu Qiusheng said.
Even if they are Nascent Soul stage elders, they can at least sense something.
Liu Yi laughed and said, "I think you're not even human."
"Actually, I'm just an ordinary person." Bian Lang rolled his eyes.
Without cultivation, one cannot be considered a cultivator, nor an immortal deity; one is merely a mortal who lives by driving corpses.
Liu Yi and Dugu Qiusheng naturally did not believe this.
But since Bian Lang didn't want to talk about it, they couldn't keep asking.
The fact that they didn't become enemies with Bian Lang was the greatest fortune of their lives.
Bian Lang suddenly stopped the body of Lady Shiji.
Liu Yi and Dugu Qiusheng were a little confused, but when they saw a hole in the ground to the side, they understood.
Under Bian Lang's command, the corpses of the men in blue lined up and jumped into the hole one by one.
With a wave of his hand, Bian Lang caused the cave to collapse, and then uprooted a large tree and moved it above the cave.
If these bodies are eventually discovered, then we can only blame the heavens for being blind.
The reason for carefully burying these bodies was to protect the villagers of that village.
After that, they encountered many more instances of the strong bullying the weak. Without a doubt, the world on the other side of the river was very dark.
Compared to this world, that so-called prison is practically a paradise.
It was precisely because of these unpleasant things that the progress of transporting the corpses was slowed down.
What should have been a journey of two or three nights took nearly ten days to finally reach the Shiji Niangniang Temple.
The Shiji Niangniang Temple is located on a low hilltop, surrounded by many people.
Before dawn, hardworking people would light candles and oil lamps, eat something, and then go to work in the fields.
Arriving at the temple, one can tell from the spotless cleanliness of the road that the temple is very popular.
Bian Lang stepped forward and knocked on the door, and someone opened it quickly.
It was an elderly man with white hair, holding a worn-out broom. He carefully examined Bian Lang and asked, "Are you from out of town, benefactor?"
The locals all know this old man, and besides, in recent years, people no longer believe in Shiji Niangniang, so there are hardly any worshippers at the temple all year round.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "I am Bian Lang, and I have come to deliver the remains of Lady Shiji."
"The remains of Lady Shiji?" The old man was completely bewildered, feeling that Bian Lang was already talking nonsense at such a young age.
But when Bian Lang pointed behind him, the old man only glanced at him before hurriedly kneeling down and kowtowing repeatedly.
Bian Lang helped the old man up and asked with a smile, "Is there a place to store it in the temple?"
“The main hall is empty, but…” The old man’s eyes were full of gratitude.
So the remains that Bian Lang was referring to were actually the stone sculpture.
The Shiji Niangniang Temple originally had a statue, but later, because the villagers felt that the goddess was not efficacious, they broke in and smashed the statue.
Even so, those who did evil did not receive any punishment.
At that time, the old man felt that perhaps Lady Shiji had really abandoned them.
You should know that in the past, the temple of the goddess was very efficacious, and any normal prayer would be answered.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "I'll help you... move the statue inside."
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