At the sight of Pei Ling, the flying shuttle jolted to a halt. Jiang Fengwu immediately darted out, dropped to his knees, and said with utmost respect, "Greetings, Saber Saint Youyang!"
"May the Saber Saint enjoy heavenly fortune, live long and prosper, and be blessed with boundless benevolence and grace..."
"This humble one has already brought along the town mayor and his son. Next, I'll surely find a place with simple folk and fertile soil for them to settle..."
Seeing that Pei Ling made no move to stop him, Jiang Fengwu quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to the flying shuttle and continued toward the outskirts of Qingyao Mountain.
In the next moment, the Demon Cultivators who had just fled also returned to their original spot from another direction, flying at breakneck speed.
When the Demon Cultivators saw Pei Ling, their expressions changed. Once they realized who he was, they hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Saber Saint Youyang!"
"The Saber Saint is magnanimous and broad-minded, like uncarved jade and refined gold..."
Just like Jiang Fengwu before them, they saw that Pei Ling still stood with his hands behind his back and showed no intention of attacking. After hurriedly offering a few words of flattery, they quickly fled toward the outskirts of Qingyao Mountain once more.
Right after, the Ghost Sedan came floating back across the tall grass from some direction within Qingyao Mountain, carried by eight Ghostly Beings.
Pei Ling's expression darkened. Without the slightest hesitation, he thrust out a hand, and a towering gate opened in midair.
The gate was made entirely of resentment, hatred, curses... It brimmed with an ominous, malevolent aura.
Beyond it lay utter darkness, as if concealing countless evil spirits. A vast surge of Yin Qi poured out, casting a shadow over the entire world