Lin Xuan returned to his cave residence, shut his doors to visitors, and said he was going to comprehend his cultivation methods.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. The atmosphere in the Branch Altar was peaceful. Since all three elders had fallen and there were no high-level cultivators to lead them, the treasure hunt naturally came to a halt. According to the Young Sect Master, he had already contacted the sect through other channels, but with the Fierce Ghosts so ferocious right now, new elders could not arrive in a short while.
The low-level cultivators did not care. They had already grown afraid of a life where tomorrow was never guaranteed. Now that they could stay here and cultivate in peace, everyone actually hoped the current situation could continue.
Unfortunately, good times did not last long. That night, a Ghost King-level Yinhun suddenly broke into the Branch Altar. Several disciples were injured, and Elder Li in particular—the treasure chest under his care was stolen.
Although the Young Sect Master rushed over after receiving the news and displayed great divine abilities to exterminate the Fierce Ghost, that Yinhun was vicious to the extreme. At the final moment, it even used a strange escape art to send the treasure chest away.
The Young Sect Master was furious and ordered the disciples to search everywhere, but even after combing through an area of several dozen li, they found not the slightest clue.
After this incident occurred, everyone remained terrified for a long time. Some of the more timid ones even suggested moving away as quickly as possible, but Lin Xuan did not permit it. In the current Fallen Region, where was there any safety?
That Fierce Ghost had been alone and without companions; perhaps it had merely stumbled in