Xiang Sheng changed his cold demeanor, a faint smile appeared on his face, he looked for people to talk to, and soon he integrated into a small group of casual cultivators.
"Miss Shen, what you said makes a lot of sense!"
Beside the fire, a middle-aged, unshaven cultivator gave a thumbs-up. "What a prestigious and upright sect! They're just a bunch of hypocritical sanctimonious people!"
"I don't think that's right."
Across from the fire, a tall, thin young man warmed his hands as he said, "That leader surnamed Wan looks decent, but he's actually incredibly wicked! He's also incredibly overbearing, and those ordinary disciples who follow him are probably forced to follow him, aren't they?"
"I can't help myself?"
The young woman huddled at the innermost edge of the fire sneered, "Who forced them to join the sect? Since they enjoy the sect's supplies and bear the Fengyue Sect's signboard, even if their hands are innocent, their crimes are unforgivable!"
You should care about yourself more than them. The Fengyue Clan is still blocking the city gate. I wish they were all dead!"
After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
The tall and thin young man scratched his head and said, "Xiaoyue, don't be angry, I just said it casually."
The young woman turned her head away angrily and wiped her eyes silently.
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the middle-aged cultivator immediately changed the subject and said, "Miss Shen, I don't know what's wrong with the weather. Ever since that bloody rain, it's been getting colder day by day! In a few days, even warming yourself by the fire might not be useful."
Xiang Sheng nodded slightly. "I've heard that if there's too much resentment from the killings, the earth's energy will turn negative, and this area will gradually become a bitterly cold place, and ghosts will be born to haunt it, making it quite difficult to deal with."
The middle-aged cultivator could not help but be surprised, "Miss Shen, you seem to be very knowledgeable despite your young age. Now that you mention it, I remember a place."
Xiang Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where?"
"Ghost Stream."
The middle-aged casual cultivator scratched his chin. "I heard that place is covered in ice all day long. The cold is so intense that even many great cultivators are powerless to resist it. There are also frequent cold waves, both large and small. Going in there is a high risk of death! When the cold wave subsides, all kinds of treasures will be washed ashore, including some of the most valuable treasures!"
At that time, each sect would organize personnel to go in, and each time there were heavy casualties, but no sect was absent."
"Uncle Gong, how do you know so much?"
The young woman called "Xiao Yue" turned around and looked at the middle-aged cultivator in surprise. "I've never heard you say this before."
"It's just something I felt at the time."
The middle-aged cultivator chuckled, "I was also a disciple of a sect when I was young, so I'm not bad at all. But that sect was a lowly tenth-grade sect, and it was destroyed not many years later. I was lucky to escape."
"Even the lowest-tier tenth-grade sects have Golden Core True Immortals in charge."
The tall, thin young man looked envious and yearning, "When will I be able to find a sect to settle down in, and no longer have to suffer the hardships of wandering as a casual cultivator?"
This sentence touched a sore spot for everyone in the field, and the atmosphere became cold again.
Xiang Sheng used a branch to stir the fire. Seeing that the conversation was almost over, he pretended to change the subject and said, "Since you are here, I believe you have heard about the fall of the Lu Kingdom. I came here halfway and didn't have the opportunity to see what Lu was like back then. I wonder if you could tell me about it and broaden my horizons."
"Miss Shen, you've asked the right person. I'm from the State of Lu."
The middle-aged cultivator took over the conversation, "I left home in my early years to seek immortality and have been alone for a long time, without any relatives or friends. However, Lu State is my hometown after all. When I learned that it was in danger, I immediately rushed back. But..."
The middle-aged cultivator shook his head and sighed, "Three Jindan True Masters attacked simultaneously, and the Blazing Flame Sect's True Disciple watched coldly from the sidelines. The King of Lu State was only at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, so how could he resist? He was beaten into a bloody mist on the spot."
"I was there too."
A hint of hidden hatred flashed in the young woman's eyes. "That blood-robed old man was the most ruthless. He reduced the entire palace to ruins. Many unaffiliated cultivators of the demonic sect also took advantage of the situation to loot and rob. They slaughtered all the palace maids and eunuchs. Not a single one escaped."
"Xiaoyue!"
The middle-aged cultivator frowned, "You talk too much."
"Uncle Gong, I'm feeling really pent up, and I can't get it out until I speak up."
The young woman gnashed her teeth and said, "Miss Shen, you don't know that there is a murderer living in the room of the earthen building opposite. It's a pity that the formation restricts it, otherwise I would have killed him long ago!"
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged cultivator's expression changed slightly. He stood up suddenly and scolded him harshly, "Misfortune comes from the mouth. Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"
"I know. Aren't you just afraid that the news will leak out and bring about a fatal disaster?"
The young woman was not afraid at all, and retorted with her neck stiff, "How can Miss Shen look like a bad person?"
"……you!"
The middle-aged cultivator was choked and angrily looked angry, but at the same time, his left hand silently hid in his sleeve, secretly on guard.
The tall and thin young man also lowered his head and wiped the dagger in his hand. In fact, his mind was tense. As long as Xiang Sheng made any unusual movement, he would take action immediately.
The field suddenly became quiet, leaving only the crackling sound of burning firewood.
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