Sang Jin suspected that someone from the Poro Sect had come here, most likely the Mohun ancestor.
"My dear ancestor, the wilderness is in turmoil right now, and the number of ghost-faced people has greatly increased. Just now, news came that several immortal cultivators from the outside world have escaped from the wilderness. Let each sect investigate the whereabouts of the invaders. If you find them, don't act rashly. Contact me in time." Hong Zhenggang felt that the destruction of Shengdan Village overnight was most likely done by invaders.
That's why he told Sang Jin to be careful. He had to take people to the wilderness to help as soon as possible.
"Yeah." Sang Jin hummed and disappeared into the night.
"Old Dragon. Take me back to Shengdan Village as quickly as possible." Sang Jin summoned the old dragon. The old dragon revealed his true form and took Sang Jin and Sang Yu, the siblings, to the mortal world.
A cave somewhere in the mortal world.
"Ms. Bai Jing, when can we go find Xiao Jin?" asked Old Man Sang with a worried look on his face.
"Not yet. My main body is still in Shengdan Village, so I can't go too far," Bai Jing said. When she sensed the auras of two powerful people approaching, she gathered the Sang family together.
This was the first time she met someone as strong as her, and neither of them could defeat the other.
Finally, she activated [Absolute Defense] and chose to take the dozen or so people from the Sang family and flee to their current cave. As for the rest of the village, she really couldn't take them with her.
The three people who escaped from the Sang family this time were Old Man Sang, Old Lady Zhuang, and Mrs. Liu who had always been with Old Lady Zhuang.
The Sangmu family of three plus Xiaoxi, Zi Shufen's personal maid, made up a total of four people. The Sanghuo family of four didn't bring any servants with them. The Sangshui family of four also didn't bring any servants with them. Including Bai Jing, there were sixteen people in total.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't broken the water mirror, I would have been able to find Xiao Jin directly." Old Man Sang felt a little guilty.
He had taken out the water mirror to contact Xiao Jin, but it was shattered by the aftermath of the fight between Miss Bai Jing and the powerful warrior. He also suffered internal injuries. Fortunately, the ice pill given by his granddaughter healed his injuries.
"It's not your fault, Dad. Let's settle the children first, and then find a way to contact Xiaojin." Sang Mu said.
The youngest of the Sang family's children is Sang Wang, ten years old. There are also the Sang Shui family's twelve-year-old Zhou Qixing and eight-year-old Zhou Qiming. And Sang You from the Sang Huo family—all of these children haven't established their foundation yet, so they can't stop eating.
"Well, no one wants something like this to happen. Fang, please go and make some food for the children. We still have some rice and flour in this space ring." said Old Mrs. Zhuang.
The interspatial ring she and Old Man Sang were using was the one Sang Jin had given them. She hadn't stored much rice and flour in it, about 20 kilograms each. It was enough for the time being.
Bai Jing didn't need to eat. She closed her eyes and found a corner to heal herself.
"Grandpa, you don't have to worry too much about Sister Jin. I sprinkled some jasmine scented powder on the way here. I also threw away the headdress I carried with me, which has my scent on it. I believe that Sister Jin is such a smart person that she will definitely find us." Sang You comforted Old Man Sang.
That scented powder was her favorite, and she carried it with her all year round.
"I hope so. You'er did a great job."
Receiving Father Sang's affirmative praise, Sang You smiled faintly. Aside from Sister Jin, she was the smartest child of this generation in the Sang family.
San Dan Village.
It feels so good to be able to kill everyone. It feels so good to be on this alien continent where you can use your spiritual power at will. Mo Hun touched his space ring with his index finger and said, "The four masters, quickly collect all these spiritual medicines."
"Okay, ancestor." said the four people wearing the same clothes as Mo Hun.
Mo Hun ordered his men to gather all the ripe spiritual herbs. With the spiritual energy of the Eastern Wasteland dwindling, their lives there became increasingly difficult. They dared not act rashly, otherwise their cultivation would decline as well.
Fortunately, the Poromen were the first to find a passage to another continent. Surprisingly, it was underwater. As the ancestor, he led the four Poromen leaders (east, west, south, and north) and one hundred other disciples to the other continent.
Unexpectedly, upon emerging from the water, he encountered black, faceless monsters. They possessed the equivalent of a human cultivator at the Divine Transformation stage. They slaughtered all of his Poro Sect disciples. Now, only the five of them remained.
They finally escaped from that haunted place and accidentally came to this village. This should be the mortal world. The villagers here are not very skilled.
After much difficulty, he finally found two high-level monks, but they were both injured by him.
Here, there are abundant spiritual food, magical medicine, and comfortable palace accommodations. It's truly a paradise. This place is simply tailor-made for him.
Although Mo Hun has lived for over a thousand years, his appearance remains ageless. He looks to be in his twenties. He got three of the same Rejuvenating Pills he had bartered with Sang Jin for. They can extend his life and youth for three hundred years.
"Keep some of these spiritual herbs. Keep those that are not yet ripe. Pick them when they are ripe." Mo Hun took away two-thirds of the spiritual herbs and left some for the four sect leaders.
Although the cultivation of the four sect masters in the southeast, northwest, and northeast was not as high as that of Mo Hun, they were still at the Spiritual Transformation Realm.
In the Poro Gate, the four of them were also overlords, commanding tens of thousands of people.
Poromen is the leader of the dark forces in the Eastern Wilderness Continent.
"Ancestor is wise, but what should we do if we find that there are still some surviving villagers in that palace?" asked the Lord of the East Gate.
"I say, Dongmen, why are you still so soft-hearted? Can't you just kill them all directly?" said the Lord of the North Gate.
"How many people are left?" Mo Hun asked?
"About twenty or so."
"It would be nice to keep them to help us grow spiritual medicine and spiritual food." Mo Hun cast a spell and turned the surviving villagers into puppets.
"Ancestor is wise!" Four voices spoke in unison.
When Gu Qingcheng received news from his subordinates that Shengdan Village was in trouble, he immediately brought his men to support it. However, all his men were killed, and he himself was seriously injured.
When he arrived, Bai Jing had already fled with the Sang family. Everyone in the village had been turned into puppets or killed, reduced to ashes.
It would be no problem for Bai Jing to defeat Mo Hun alone, but the key point is that there are more than ten people in the Sang family. So she had no choice but to take them and run away.
After all, there was more than just one Mahayana-level expert. Fighting wouldn't kill her, but who was she? She was nothing more than a rock. Her defense was so strong that even a Tribulation-crossing expert would have difficulty breaking through it.
That's why she was able to take more than ten people from the Sang family and escape safely.
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