Inside the house, Zhang Wan cried out in pain...
In the sky, cultivators wailed as they died one after another. The White Snake seemed to have gone mad, desperately unleashing attacks. Every raindrop filling the sky was a weapon, and many cultivators were caught off guard and wounded by the rain.
Not far away, at Bamboo Spring Temple.
Old Monk Huixian sat in meditation inside the dilapidated main hall. He raised his head to look at the lightning and thunder in a certain direction, shook his head, pushed the cobra aside, and continued chanting sutras.
Little Stone snored soundly on his meditation cushion...
More and more cultivators poured into Wang Family Village. They were searching for a newborn baby, and the bounty was quite substantial.
Many Great Sects, even demonic sects, had issued rewards. Whoever found that newborn infant and brought it to them would receive a lavish reward. The benefits were enough to let a Rogue Cultivator rise straight to the clouds, never lacking pills or spirit herbs again. Men died for wealth, birds died for food; under such a generous bounty, countless sect disciples and Rogue Cultivators rushed into the village.
Foundation Establishment Realm, Qi Refining Stage—these low-level cultivators covered the mountains and plains. No one knew how so many cultivators had gathered in such a short time.
In the sky, more than two hundred Golden Core Cultivators in all manner of attire either dove toward the village or besieged the White Snake. Several figures among them were particularly eye-catching.
Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators—the nearest Nascent Soul Experts had arrived.
Bai Yujun raised her snake head and looked at the ever-faster-spinning vortex in the sky. Then she looked at the countless cultivators above and below Wang Family Village, and saw several Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators sneering coldly at