The carpenter and his wife had no idea that this unprovoked dispute had already been brewing a few days ago.

The group of black-clad men who entered the village to search for people were the disciples of the magic cultivator Wei Yan, and they were also the group that came to Jueshan every year to bury the iron boxes.

Just two days ago, several black-clad disciples stood respectfully at the foot of the mountain and said to a beautiful woman in a black gauze dress with gold decoration, "Elder Tu, the entire Jue Mountain seems to be surrounded by some spiritual power. We circled the mountain and couldn't get in at all."

The woman in black narrowed her eyes slightly. "This is not your first time here. Just hire some villagers to go in. They don't have spiritual energy, so they won't be blocked by the spiritual shield. In addition, the soul-stealing spell has made them lose their five senses, so they can barely get to the middle of the mountain."

The leading disciple said in embarrassment: "That's exactly what I did, but... in the past, those people only needed to bury the box of resentful water at the foot of the mountain and didn't need to go up the mountain. But now they seem to have encountered a mysterious wall after entering the mountain. They have been wandering in the mist for a whole day and are just wandering around at the foot of the mountain. They can't go up at all!"

The black-veiled woman was named Tu Jiuyi, and she was an elder under Wei Yan. After hearing this, she suddenly waved her sleeves, and the cold wind that blew up knocked more than a dozen disciples to the ground: "A bunch of idiots, this year is the day when the reincarnation tree bears fruit. Twenty years ago, Mu Qingge's bones were damaged, and a strand of his soul parasitized on the tree. If there is not enough resentful water to irrigate the roots of the tree, I am afraid that the fruit will also breed a useless person. Our Lord has now reached the stage of the Great Vehicle Hedao of Yuanying Huashen, and urgently needs the benefit of the reincarnated Mu Qingge. We must let the reincarnation tree bear qualified spiritual fruits!"

As he was speaking, the disciples who were blown away seemed to be suspended in the air by some invisible force, their eyes wide open and they let out painful roars.

Tu Jiuyi clenched his fists, and a black mist suddenly rose up, and then suddenly retracted, as if some power was taken away from those disciples. The men fell heavily to the ground as if their bones and skin were peeled off.

"I have used the bone sacrifice spell to strip away all your spiritual power, so you can go in and investigate without any hindrance. Even if you don't have your bones, the compass made of dragon bones is enough to break the spell and reach the top of the mountain. I believe you can deal with it better than those villagers. After burying the box, I will have a way to restore your spiritual power."

These frivolous words are simply meant to fool ordinary people who are just getting started.

The bone-sacrificing curse is the most vicious punishment for disciples who violate the sect's rules. No one has ever heard of anyone recovering after having their bones stripped away.

Even Mu Qingge, the female demon cultivator who had caused chaos in the immortal cultivation world, was no longer able to fight back after being hit by the nine-layer bone sacrifice curse.

Since Mu Qingge's demise, the number one demon cultivator now is their Chimen's Lord Wei Yan, whose cultivation level far exceeds that of Mu Qingge back then.

It's a pity that the witch who was once so powerful was reborn, but she could only become a ginseng fruit to increase the cultivation level of the Master.

But it was not just the Akamon who coveted the ginseng fruit. Even several major sects that claimed to be famous and righteous sent people to set up a spiritual shield on the mountain to prevent others from touching the reincarnation tree.

After the scattered souls are knocked down, the person who is reborn on the reincarnation tree is like a reincarnated person, with no connection to the past, and no distinction between good and evil, making it easy to raise and educate again.

Mu Qingge was born with an extremely yin demonic physique, and his spirituality has entered his soul.

Although many famous and upright sects did not say it explicitly, they actually wanted to obtain this fairy tree spirit child, raise him from a young age, and use him for their own purposes.

After all, the heaven and earth thunder calamity that occurs once every three hundred years is approaching, and many powerful beings who are about to ascend to heaven need talented disciples to help them overcome the calamity.

Mu Qingge's reincarnated body is just right for this.

Thinking of this, Tu Jiuyi felt much more comfortable.

She and Mu Qingge were sisters from the same school. Seeing that her master favored Mu Qingge, allowing her to learn the true knowledge and form the elixir early, and she was inferior to this little sister in every way, she was always jealous.

And now, Mu Qingge is just a fruit on the tree. When the fruit ripens and falls to the ground, it will be the beginning of her miserable rebirth...

Thinking of this, Tu Jiuyi smiled sinisterly.

She picked up a few strands of hair that she had just pulled from the heads of those disciples, put them into the small bronze stove in her hand and chanted a spell silently. Soon, she was able to communicate with the disciples who went up the mountain, and replaced their five senses with her own.

Sacrificing a few disciples was indeed very helpful; they were much more useful than those peasants.

Perhaps it was because the spiritual shield had been set up for too long. This time, she was able to drive her puppet-like disciples all the way to the top of the mountain without any resistance, and could clearly see everything on the mountain with the help of their eyes.

But she was stunned when she saw the weathered fragments under the tree - could it be that the spiritual fruit had fallen long ago?

She ordered her followers on the mountain to look up again, and when they saw a large fruit on the tree, they felt a little relieved.

But at this moment, a sudden gust of wind passed by, her scalp tightened, and as she turned around, several strands of her hair were pulled out.

The next moment, Tu Jiuyi also lost his five senses and was driven by humans.

The remaining disciples knelt down respectfully and shouted in unison: "May your majesty and heaven be blessed!"

The man who came was dressed in a black robe. Although he looked a bit feminine, his tall stature and the coldness in his narrow and narrow eyes made it impossible to mistake him for a man full of murderous intent.

He is the Lord of Chimen, Wei Yan.

Wei Jiu slowly twisted his long fingers around Elder Tu's hair and could see the situation on the mountain clearly. He asked the disciples on the mountain to pick up the pieces of the fruit shell and used a traceback spell to deduce that the fruit had fallen during the Qinggeng Year.

Wei Yan raised the corners of his mouth frivolously, flicked his fingers and burned all the broken hair on his fingertips, and ordered coldly: "Send someone down the mountain to check, and find all the children who celebrated the Gengnian year for me!"

Tu Jiuyi's five senses returned to normal at this time. She quickly knelt down and saluted, "Your Majesty, could it be that the spirit child in the reincarnation fruit that fell so long ago is no longer near Jueshan Mountain?"

Wei Yan narrowed his narrow, cold eyes and sneered, "The reincarnation fruit fell before it was ripe. It's already a huge risk. If the spirit child is too far away from the reincarnation tree, there is no chance of survival. She is nearby, look for her carefully!"

The Chimen's followers were everywhere and very powerful. With one order from His Majesty, all the people in the nearby villages and towns were screened.

Although they found several boys and girls of similar age during the search, none of them had the spiritual aura of the Reincarnation Tree.

After listening to his disciple's report, Wei Yan turned his gaze towards the top of the Jueshan Mountain. There was a fruit growing on the tree. The fruit was growing rapidly and seemed to be about to ripen.

He was also present at the battle that year, so he naturally knew that Mu Qingge also died with her younger sister Mu Ranwu.

It is reasonable for two souls to enter the tree and produce two fruits.

Now one of the fruits has fallen early... Although the mediocre Mu Ranwu is more likely to fall, Wei Yan feels that in order to avoid future troubles, he still needs to check it carefully to be absolutely sure.

"Mu Qingge..." Wei Yan opened his thin lips and whispered the name softly, with a determined light in his evil eyes.

He practices the soul-devouring magic, which can infinitely magnify his greedy nature. Wei Yan is even more obsessed with Mu Qingge, who he has always wanted but cannot get.

Thinking of this, Wei Yan's eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty red light. He, who originally had a noble appearance, now made people dare not look directly at him.

Besides, after Qiaolian and her husband made up their minds, they decided to stay at home for a few days, waiting for those evil followers to leave and avoid the limelight.

Fortunately, the couple had grown more cautious and did not take the child back to the village immediately that year. So when someone really knocked on the door, they simply said it was a fake birthday for their daughter as they had told the villagers before. Because it was postponed by a year, it was clearly written in the household registration that it did not correspond to the Qing Geng year, and the villagers could all testify that there was nothing wrong at all.

When the men in black broke into the yard and looked at the sickly and skinny daughter of the Xue family, they were too lazy to take a second look at her.

After all, the little girl in front of him had no intelligence at all. She was just an ordinary person, not even qualified to start cultivating immortals. How could she be a spirit child who was reincarnated from the reincarnation tree!

After that one time, no one came to ask anymore.

Although they said that their daughter's birthday was one year late, Ranran had been delicate since childhood and looked younger than other children of the same age, so naturally no one suspected anything.

However, there were five children in the village who were born in the Geng year. It was said that the black-clothed disciple had their fingers cut with a knife, and the blood dripped into a black incense burner.

After Xue the carpenter came back from the inquiry, his face turned pale. His daughter Ranran was delicate and frail, if she was really cut like this, she would not be able to recover for at least ten days or half a month.

Afterwards, the group of black-shirted disciples went around and, unwilling to give up, took away all the children born in the Geng Year in the surrounding villages.

Although they were euphemistically trying to see if they had the talent for immortality, this kind of kidnapping without leaving any trace of the body was simply against the law.

Some people refused to do it, but were eventually beaten half to pieces by those powerful demon disciples, and could only watch helplessly as they took their children away.

Ran Ran didn't know why her parents were like eggplants hit by frost these days. Her mother seemed to be frightened and stayed in bed for two days. But her mother was sick, and as a daughter, she should do her best to be filial.

Ran Ran asked her father to heat up the stove and made her mother some sesame potato cakes that she had seen before. After they came out of the oven, Ran Ran took the plate and placed it on the small table for her parents to eat.

Qiao Lian looked at the delicate cakes made by her daughter and wondered where she learned how to make them. She praised her and asked her.

Ran Ran didn't know either. She just pinched the cake and took a satisfied bite while mumbling, "You'll know how to make it after you've tried it once. Mom, do you think I died of hunger in my previous life? That's why I always want to eat?"

Qiao Lian spat on the ground with all her might: "Pah, what are you talking about life and death like a little girl? I think you must have died of hunger in your previous life!"

After she finished speaking, she was stunned, and realized that she had mentioned life and death. Her sweet little girl burst out laughing, and even took a big bite to satisfy her gluttony.

Qiao Lian chatted with her daughter for a while, and her tense mood finally relaxed - those men in black robes rarely came to the village in the past few days, so they must have avoided the spotlight.

Qiaolian and her husband decided that after the winter, they would save some money and return to their hometown in Hening, staying away from this place of trouble.