Lu Huan froze, but Sun Chengying swiftly pulled a woodcutter's knife from his waist and stepped in front of his master.
Old Daoist Mo's face turned grave as he said:
"This beast has eaten people."
Shen Hui said nothing. He merely glanced at it, then raised a hand and pointed.
A strand of Sharp Gold Qi shot from his fingertip, taking the form of a translucent little sword before vanishing in a flash.
The wild boar did not even have time to grunt before a thumb-thick bloody hole appeared between its brows, piercing straight through its skull.
Its massive body suddenly stiffened, then its four legs gave way and it crashed to the ground, dying cleanly and decisively.
Shen Hui walked over in a few strides and gave the boar's corpse an indifferent glance.
It was a male boar, thick-skinned and coarse-fleshed, its meat reeking too foul to swallow.
Besides, the Old Daoist had just said that this beast had eaten people. Shen Hui had no desire to find a human corpse in its belly later and give himself needless disgust.
He casually flicked out a spark.
The instant it landed, fire blazed up. Crimson flames rose and engulfed the boar, reducing it to a pile of ashes in no time, without even a fragment of bone left behind.
Mo Yunsong and his disciple exchanged looks, but neither asked any questions.
After traveling for another half an hour or so, the mountains gradually leveled out and the forest thinned. The view before them suddenly opened up.
Far in the distance, a cluster of houses appeared amid the river valley at the foot of the mountains.
White walls and blue-gray tiles stood in neat, scattered rows.
That was Qingxi Town, the place Xu Ye had mentioned.
The group found a flat