Little River Village—he had visited it several times. The villagers had all been devout, often coming to the temple to worship. Every one of them had been simple and kind. How could the entire village suddenly have been wiped out?
Just then, a Communication Talisman landed before him. It was from Zhao Deshen, its tone carrying a hint of smugness and threat. "Fellow Daoist Wei, I've already arranged the 'Supernatural Incident' in Little River Village for you. Go suppress it at once, gather incense offerings, and collect the incense money. Remember, don't let anything slip. Otherwise, you'll be the murderer who slaughtered the village."
At that moment, Wei Yuanji's fury was ignited.
He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. For money, Zhao Deshen had actually slaughtered an entire village—and even threatened to frame him for it.
Wei Yuanji rushed toward Little River Village.
Inside the village, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed like a river. The air was thick with the stench of blood and a faint evil presence. Zhao Deshen had deliberately left it there to create the illusion that evil spirits had massacred the village.
Several black-clad cultivators hid behind a large tree at the village entrance, speaking in low voices with smug delight. They were precisely the lackeys Zhao Deshen had sent.
"Steward Zhao really is brilliant. Slaughtering one village not only forces Wei Yuanji to submit, but also brings in a sum of incense money. Killing two birds with one stone."
"Once he collects the incense money, we'll go demand it from him. Would he dare refuse?"
"HAHAHA~"
Their wanton chatter, however, failed to notice the icy killing intent behind them.
Wei Yuanji stood not far away, his gaze piercingly cold.
"You will all die."
A sharp blade of spiritual power condensed at Wei