695 Monster Priest
Unable to resist adding a few more words, she softly said to Xiao Si, "Settling down is no trivial matter; you must consider it carefully. There's no rush!"
It was as if he was speaking to a few young people in the team who had some ideas.
The caravan members quickened their pace. It was midday, so it was relatively safe; waiting until evening would be much worse.
Sword Dao Yi spread his divine sense and heard simple voice communication, causing his mind to waver slightly.
He thought to himself, "Dalong Prefecture, the border city, He Chen—I've heard quite a bit of news about this lately."
I've heard that children under my rule have free books to read, and that there are fixed taxes that won't increase.
I have heard that the people under my rule are free from disturbances, and are not attacked by demons, monsters, or ghosts.
People live in peace and contentment, with plenty of food and clothing, and the people are healthy and the land is prosperous.
A flicker of emotion stirred within him; seeing is believing, and he rarely contacted his master after descending the mountain. These reports were difficult to verify fully at the moment. He thought to himself, 'With the Holy Emperor gone, the world is in hardship; I must make some changes.'
Along the way, ever since the Holy Emperor left without explanation, the world has become increasingly difficult, with bandits running rampant and the people suffering terribly.
Exorbitant taxes and levies, layer upon layer.
As someone who practices spiritual cultivation, I cannot sit idly by and do nothing; I must take action.
In this short period of time, he thought to himself, 'I have tried my best to change, and I have never given up.'
He gripped the sword in his hand, its blade gleaming softly, and murmured, "The path of the Holy Emperor, I also want to see it."
With a clear mind, the three-foot sword remains untouched by dust, unparalleled in the world.
The Daoist forgetfulness technique was rapidly activated, and subtle insights came unconsciously.
Lu Zhanyuan spurred his horse onward, with two colleagues from the Demon Slayer Division following closely behind.
In a remote mountain village, villagers are working, dressed in coarse cloth and wearing tattered straw hats, and occasionally a child's cry can be heard.
I didn't hear any rooster crowing or dog barking.
Lu Zhanyuan had just arrived outside the village when he recalled the intelligence that a demon slayer had disappeared in the vicinity.
Although his strength is not high, only at the third level, and his strength is no more than a thousand catties, he is not someone that ordinary people can easily deal with.
It's unlikely that such a thing could happen in a rural area where there's no chance to escape.
The few women I happened to see had a gloomy expression and a hint of fear on their faces.
Lu Zhanyuan's divine sense slowly unfolded, like an invisible net, quietly covering the entire village.
Lu Zhanyuan's arrival clearly alarmed some people; some looked slightly frightened and kept their heads down, continuing their work.
At this moment, three people slowly walked out of the village.
Leading the way was an old man with a rather peculiar appearance: a long, thin face, a pointed chin, and small eyes that gleamed with cunning, making him look somewhat like a weasel.
He was wearing a dark, wide robe with a yellow belt around his waist.
He walks a little unsteadily, probably because he's getting old.
The robe was very long and large, and the old man's hands and feet were hidden in the long sleeves.
Wearing a brand-new straw hat, as if afraid of the direct sunlight.
Behind the old man were two muscular men, their bodies robust, their muscles bulging, and their skin as black as ink, resembling two iron towers.
His face was calm, but a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. His hands were behind his back, and in one hand he held a ten-pound wood-chopping knife as easily as if it were a toy.
He followed the old man at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, but when he looked at the old man, a hint of fear was revealed in his eyes.
It was a fear in the eyes, a pressure from the soul, like a wild beast facing a more powerful predator, full of terror and unease.
Lu Zhanyuan's expression changed slightly, and his divine sense locked onto the old man walking at the front, causing him to feel a strange tremor in his heart.
The aura emanating from the old man seemed to possess an inhuman presence, causing him to frown.
Not far away, a newly built ancestral hall came into view, its strangely simple and solemn appearance forming a stark contrast with the surrounding residences.
Why is there a tail-like structure behind the ancestral hall?
Lu Zhanyuan's eyes turned slightly cold as he probed with his divine sense. Before he even got close, he sensed a disgusting aura emanating from the ancestral hall, as if something unclean was hiding inside.
It was as if he had thought of something.
Lu Zhanyuan chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes, and said softly, "An evil god priest? Truly, they can seduce and attract any species, sparing nothing."
His voice was low and chuckled softly as he gripped the hilt of his sword. The blade seemed to emit a clear, dragon-like roar, revealing a strong killing intent.
Dismounting, sword in hand, Lu Zhanyuan's lips curled into a cold smile.
He turned and whispered to his subordinates, "Be careful, don't stray too far from me."
His killing intent was palpable, as if it were about to erupt at any moment.
The two subordinates understood and nodded slightly. They then adjusted the breastplate on their chests and the armor on their bodies.
He silently dismounted and placed the three horses a short distance away.
Lu Zhanyuan sighed softly to himself, "After the sixth rank, it really is a whole new world."
These days I'm increasingly aware of the difference.
The quality of true qi, attack methods, and divine sense.
King Wu's divine sense was indeed powerful, as he was able to detect the problems in the village and the human-like old man in advance.
He gripped the knife tightly in his hand and quickly approached the three old men.
Just ten paces away, the two groups met. The old man's eyes narrowed, and a strange, hoarse voice, as if he had caught a cold, said, "Where have the three brave warriors come from? Come and rest at my house; I've prepared some food."
No more than ten feet away, Lu Zhanyuan and the old man who looked like a weasel faced each other.
Lu Zhanyuan could smell the blood on the old man's body. Although he had been cleaned, it was still so unpleasant and disgusting. He was damned.
The old man's eyes narrowed, and he bowed slightly, mimicking a human, opening his mouth slightly. The sound he made was strange and hoarse, as if he had caught a cold.
He slowly said, "I am the village chief of this village."
Gentlemen, where do you come from? If you don't mind, how about you stay at my home for a while? I've prepared a small feast for you.
The village is very simple; please forgive the inconvenience.
Lu Zhanyuan chuckled, his eyes narrowed, revealing his murderous intent. Instantly, boundless true energy gathered in the treasured sword in his hand, and the Mad Dragon Slash was ready to be unleashed.
On the blade, a dragon shadow coiled and scales shimmered, as if a real dragon were attached to it, ready to break through the air at any moment.
"Are you not human?!" Lu Zhanyuan shouted coldly, his voice like a thunderclap, like the deafening sound of gongs and drums, echoing throughout the entire village.
With a swing of his precious sword, carrying the force of thunder, a dragon-shaped energy burst forth, churning in the air and emitting a deafening roar.
A dragon's shadow appeared, and the village chief seemed to be filled with fear for a moment.
The village chief's expression changed drastically, and a pair of sharp claws suddenly shot out from his wide robe.
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