"Quick!"
"Rush in and kill the Yin Ghost... Huh?"
"What... what happened here?"
Village chief Zhao Henian had barely rushed inside when the sight in the ancestral hall stopped him cold.
The front courtyard was covered in signs of a fight.
Something appeared to have been burned on the ground, leaving remnants behind.
Zhao Sanshan and the others had all suffered injuries of varying severity.
Only Li Yun was unharmed, and the Yin Ghost was nowhere to be seen.
Zhao Sanshan and the others came to their senses and hurried over, talking over one another as they gave him a rough account of what had happened.
Only then did Zhao Henian learn that there had been no Yin Ghost at all—only a Baleful Corpse. His expression darkened further.
His standing in Zhao Family Village came not only from having once reached the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering. More importantly, he had spent several years traveling when he was young and had seen far more of the world than the other villagers.
He had heard of the sinister Martial Dao used to cultivate a Baleful Corpse long ago.
He knew what would happen if someone continued down that path.
Zhao Laolin had cultivated that sinister Martial Dao, then had the gall to fake his death and pin it on a Yin Ghost... Wasn't it obvious that he meant to hide away and quietly continue cultivating the path of the Baleful Corpse?
If he had succeeded, would anyone in Zhao Family Village have survived?
Wouldn't he have devoured them one by one as cultivation fodder every few days?
"Damn it..."
"That Zhao Laolin deserved everything he got!"
After cursing bitterly, Zhao Henian stepped forward and said to Li Yun with heartfelt gratitude, "Brother Li, thank you so much. If not for your