"Something terrible has happened!!"
A disciple from a sect in Lingzhou rushed over.
"Has Yellow Maple Valley rebelled? Are they sending us to their aid?"
"That must be it, let's go there now."
...
The disciples of Lingzhou were all eager to get started and couldn't wait any longer.
"Yes...."
Before the disciple could finish explaining, Tian Heyu had already led everyone away.
He was afraid that if he arrived too late, all the suitable furnaces would have been snatched up by the four men.
Led by Tian Heyu, the group arrived at a place not far from Huangfeng Valley.
"Charge, everyone! Join me in wiping out the entire Yellow Maple Valley. Then everyone will get a share of the spirit stones and the beautiful female disciples."
At Tian Heyu's command, the crowd surged forward in a mighty procession.
Everyone was moving at their fastest speed, afraid of being a step too late.
But when they arrived at the gate of Huangfeng Valley, they all stood there dumbfounded.
Because another high platform appeared in front of the gate of Huangfeng Valley.
Hanging on the high platform are four heads, all of which are empty except for their faces.
"My God! The head in the middle is that of our sect leader, Shi Xiushan. He was killed and his head is hung on the high platform."
“Look quickly, those three heads are almost identical, exactly the same as those of Ancestor Tian and Ancestor Yu. Could it be that these are the three ancestors?”
"Everyone, run!! This Han Feng is a murderous demon who killed all the ancestors of our Joyful Sect."
...
There were many disciples of the Joyful Sect among the small sects of Lingzhou, and these people recognized their ancestor at a glance.
When they saw that their ancestor was dead and his head was hanging on the high platform by Huangfeng Valley, they were so frightened that they wet themselves.
The thoughts of plundering resources and female disciples in Huangfeng Valley vanished from my mind.
At this moment, all that remained in their hearts was fear. The Yellow Maple Valley before them was no longer a fairyland, but a terrifying hell.
Other disciples from the Lingzhou sects didn't fully understand, but they also fled along with the Huanxi Sect members.
The four patriarchs of the Joyful Sect all died in Yellow Maple Valley. If they were to enter Yellow Maple Valley, wouldn't they be courting death?
"My Buddha!"
Tian Heyu naturally saw it too, and was so frightened that her face turned completely pale.
I came to Yellow Maple Valley to find a cultivation furnace, but what I'm seeing now is clearly a death sentence.
He didn't care about anything else and was the first to run away.
However, the space around Tian Heyu became stagnant, making it impossible for him to escape.
"Fellow Daoist, since you've come to Yellow Maple Valley, why don't you come to my sect as a guest?"
Han Feng appeared behind Tian Heyu with a smile; it was his method that had prevented Tian Heyu from escaping.
He sensed Tian Heyu appearing not far from Huangfeng Valley.
Han Feng initially thought that Tian Heyu had come to avenge the four of them, but what happened next left him puzzled.
Before Tian and Yu even entered Huangfeng Valley, they turned around and fled into the distance.
Han Feng couldn't figure out what this guy was up to, but he knew he wouldn't let him get away with it.
The weaker disciples were dealt with by Li Shenhai and others, but Tian Heyu's cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage, so Han Feng had to handle him himself.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist. However, I have some matters to attend to within my sect, so I will not linger here. I hope you can understand." Tian Heyu forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Since you say so, I won't force you," Han Feng said with regret.
"Then I'll be going now. Thank you for your understanding, fellow Daoist."
Tian and Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they could finally leave.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get off the spot.
"Fellow Daoist, what are you doing now?"
"You don't think you can just come here and leave, do you?"
Han Feng gave a cold laugh and released the two gold-devouring insects.
"Gold-Eating Insect!!"
Tian Heyu recognized him at a glance and tried her best to break free from Han Feng's magical control.
Just as he broke free from Han Feng's control, two gold-devouring insects had already entered his body.
In the blink of an eye, his soul and body were completely devoured by the Gold-Eating Insects, leaving only an empty head.
Han Feng deliberately left the head intact, because given the ferocity of the two Gold-Eating Insects, they probably wouldn't leave anything behind.
Next, Han Feng helped Li Shenhai and the others kill the disciples brought by Tian Heyu.
He didn't let a single one of those who dared to come here escape.
Regardless of the cultivation level of these disciples from minor sects in Lingzhou, they were all slaughtered.
Han Feng made a few moves in the middle, but then stopped.
He was quite satisfied with the performance of the people from Huangfeng Valley.
When facing cultivators of the same realm in Lingzhou, the people of Huangfeng Valley are not much inferior.
One reason was that the disciples of the small sects in Lingzhou were terrified, but the main reason was that the people of Huangfeng Valley had experienced five sect-annihilation wars, which was far beyond what the disciples of the Tiannan sects could compare to.
After this battle, Han Feng felt that the disciples of Huangfeng Valley would grow a lot.
People from Lingzhou are nothing special; they're no different from people from Tiannan.
Among them, some were strong and some were weak. They were simply stronger than the people of Tiannan because their lineage in Lingzhou was more complete.
After all the people from Huangfeng Valley had been killed, they began to clean up the final battlefield.
"Ancestor, there are a total of five thousand people. There are fifty Nascent Soul stage cultivators, five hundred Core Formation stage cultivators, and the rest are Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining stage cultivators," Li Shenhai reported.
"How much did you gain?" Han Feng asked, somewhat curious.
"If all the spirit stones harvested from the five thousand people were converted into low-grade spirit stones, the total would amount to one billion spirit stones, thousands of magic treasures, and countless magical artifacts."
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