Yan Wuji follows the flow of people entering the city and passes through the city gate.
The city gate guard on duty just glanced at him and then looked away.
Warriors have different personalities, some are flamboyant and some are low-key. Warriors wearing masks like this are not uncommon in the city and there is nothing noteworthy about them.
Yan Wuji stepped into the city.
There was a burst of noise from the restaurants and tea shops on both sides of the street, the shouts of vendors came and went, and the air was mixed with the aroma of food, the smell of dust, and the smell of sweat from pedestrians.
He walked slowly along the main street, looking through the black gauze at this bustling city.
"It's quite lively."
He whispered to himself in a low voice, his voice was flat, and no emotion could be heard.
But in his eyes hidden behind the black gauze, there was a cold glint that flashed away.
His steps didn't stop. After walking a hundred steps along the main street, he turned into a relatively quiet alley.
There are old houses on both sides of the alley, and few people come and go. Occasionally, some people pass by, and they are dressed simply. They are obviously not rich people.
He stopped in the middle of the alley.
There, there is a wine shop with old curtains.
The lintel is low, and it looks like a place where three religions and nine streams are mixed together.
Yan Wuji lifted the curtain and entered.
The light inside the restaurant is dim, and a few crooked tables are scattered in a small space.
Several unkind-looking men were sitting around a table in the back. On the table were several plates of peanuts, braised pork, and several bowls of turbid wine.
Seeing someone lift the curtain and come in, one of them raised his eyelids and glanced over with an unkind look.
"You look very handsome. Which road are you on?"
Yan Wuji did not answer.
He walked to the table, and under the unkind eyes of several people, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the head of the person who spoke.
"You--"
The man was startled suddenly and started to struggle.
But Yan Wuji's palms were like iron pliers, unable to move at all.
The next moment, a suction force surged out from his palm.
The man's body shook violently, and then shriveled up like a fruit that had been drained of water at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The plump muscles atrophied and collapsed, and the bronzed skin lost its luster and became dry and sallow.
The originally fierce face turned into a skeleton-like mummy in a very short period of time.
"Crack."
The man's body slid softly to the ground, making a dull sound.
Several men around him were stunned at first, then their expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly tried to touch the weapons at their waists.
But Yan Wuji moves faster than them.
His right hand reached out again and connected the dots.
Three fingers shot out silently.
A small blood hole appeared between the eyebrows of the three men at the same time, their eyes instantly became distracted, and their bodies fell to the ground with a bang.
The last man was so frightened that his face turned pale, his whole body was shaking, and he made a vague, untuned cry for mercy.
Yan Wuji did not kill the last man.
He walked up to the last man, looked down at the face twisted with fear, and asked in a calm voice.
"Seven Sects's branch in the city, where is it?"
The man was trembling all over and stuttered out the location of the Seven Sects branch he knew.
Yan Wuji listened quietly, and after confirming that it was correct, he gently pressed his right hand on the man's head.
After a while, the fifth body fell to the ground.
Yan Wuji took back his hand and glanced at the several miserable corpses in the wine shop, his face calm.
Turning around, he lifted the curtain and walked out, disappearing into the alley again.
"The great master actually wants to do such a small thing as gathering information himself..."
He whispered to himself in a low voice, with an irrepressible coldness in his voice.
When Iron River Gang is still here, why does he, Supreme Elder, need to personally inquire about information?
There are people below who will handle these things properly. With just one order, detailed information will be presented to the desk.
But now...
Iron River Gang was destroyed.
Everyone in the gang, from Elder down to ordinary gang members, were all executed.
Now he is alone.
Even a small matter like gathering information needs to be done personally. When he thinks of this, his hatred for Seven Sects becomes even deeper.
"Seven Sects...Azure Profound Sect..."
Yan Wuji whispered these words, his voice calm, but with a kind of hatred that penetrated into the bone marrow.
This hatred will deepen every time he thinks of his current situation.
He walked through several streets, found an inconspicuous corner in the city, and waited quietly for nightfall.
At night.
The noise of White Glow City gradually subsided.
There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets, the lights in every house were extinguished one after another, and the whole city fell into silence in the night.
Yan Wuji slowly walked out from the hiding shadow.
He raised his head and looked towards the west of the city.
That's where the Azure Profound Sect branch is located.
Among Seven Sects, the one he hates the most is Azure Profound Sect.
If Fang Han hadn't discovered that Qi Zhen was practicing magic and sent a message back to the Azure Profound Sect, if Azure Profound Sect hadn't joined forces with the other six sects, how could Iron River Gang fall apart in one day?
He remembered this hatred clearly.
"Tonight, I'll start with you Azure Profound Sect."
His voice was hoarse and low, with an irrepressible murderous intent.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure swayed and turned into a shadow, blending into the night silently.
After a while, he stopped outside a large courtyard in the south of the city.
Above the gate of the courtyard, there is a plaque with gold characters on a black background, which reads "Azure Profound Branch Courtyard".
Two lanterns hung in front of the door, swaying slightly in the night wind, casting a dim halo.
He climbed over the wall and entered, where two disciples on duty were standing guard behind the wall, somewhat drowsy.
His figure appeared behind them like a ghost.
Without unnecessary movement, he reached out his hands and gently pressed them on the heads of the two disciples.
There was a flash of blood.
The bodies of the two disciples shriveled up quickly and turned into two mummies, falling to the ground silently.
Withdrawing his hand, he walked towards the lighted house.
The courtyard was quiet, with scattered lights coming from several houses.
The door of a wing room was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing Azure Profound Sect Deacon clothes came out. It looked like he was getting up at night.
He raised his eyes and met Yan Wuji's eyes.
"You are-"
Then Deacon's expression changed and he wanted to sound a warning.
But Yan Wuji moves faster than him.
His figure flashed and appeared in front of Deacon as if teleporting. His right hand reached out, his five fingers spread out, and he directly grabbed the head of Deacon.
A suction force is generated from the palm of the hand.
The Deacon's body trembled violently, a horrified expression froze on his face, and then quickly withered and shrank, like a dead tree that had been drained of all its vitality.
In less than two breaths, he turned into a light mummy.
Yan Wuji let go of his hand and let the body slide to the ground silently.
His eyes swept across the courtyard and he walked slowly towards the wing.
There are four Azure Profound Sect disciples living in the first wing, and they are sleeping soundly at the moment.
The door was pushed open silently.
Yan Wuji stood at the door, raised his right hand and spread his fingers.
Four streaks of blood Internal Qi shot out from his fingertips like silk threads and accurately penetrated into the eyebrows of the four disciples.
The bodies of the four people shook at the same time, and then their essence was drained in their sleep, and they turned into four mummies silently.
No screams, no struggles.
Yan Wuji turned around and walked towards the next house.
One room.
Another room.
His pace is not fast, but every step is steady and calm.
Every time they walked into a house, several Azure Profound Sect disciples or Deacon would have their essences swallowed up and die in their sleep.
Occasionally, a few people woke up and tried to resist, but those disciples who were the strongest Middle Third Grade didn't even have time to see the face of the attacker clearly before they were overwhelmed by the terrifying blood Internal Qi.
Finally, he came to the largest main room deep in the courtyard.
Here, lives Azure Profound Sect's strongest person in the White Glow City branch - Second Grade Elder Zhao Mai.
Yan Wuji has no hidden aura.
He pushed the door open directly and entered.
Inside the door, Zhao Mai was already alert, holding a long sword in his hand and staring in the direction of the door.
"Who?!"
He shouted sharply, with vigilance and caution in his voice.
But when he saw the person clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Although he had only seen it once, he recognized this face - Iron River Gang Supreme Elder, Grandmaster Yan Wuji.
"Yan--"
He only had time to say one word.
The figure of Yan Wuji appeared in front of him.
That skinny palm seemed to have transcended the limitations of space and appeared directly above his head.
He tried his best to slash with his sword, but in the face of the master-level strength, his Second Grade sword with all his strength could not even break Yan Wuji's protective body Internal Qi.
The palm falls.
A terrifying suction force was generated.
Zhao Mai's body shook violently, his eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, but quickly dimmed.
His body, like everyone before him, shriveled up and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, a mummy fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
Yan Wuji took back his hand and stood in the center of the main room.
He closed his eyes, feeling the blood Internal Qi in his body that became more abundant and violent due to devouring the essence of many people, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised a cold arc.
"Azure Profound Sect Division... resolved."
He opened his eyes, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
From sneaking in to leaving, it only takes a moment.
Azure Profound Sect branch Elder, Deacon, and disciples, a total of fifty-three people, were all killed, and no one survived.
The night is darker.
Yan Wuji's figure appeared in a courtyard in the east of the city.
This is the branch of Hundred Flower Valley.
Without hesitation, he climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard.
After a while, a few short muffled hums came from the courtyard, and then silence returned.
Hundred Flower Valley branch, among the forty-two people left behind, no one was spared.
Tyrant Blade Sect branch is also located in the east of the city.
Yan Wuji's figure climbed over the wall and killed everyone on sight.
It's like turning into a god of death, harvesting lives one by one.
Tyrant Blade Sect branch, thirty-seven people, all died.
City monument Lingyun Sword Sect branch.
Chengbei Vajra Temple branch.
Rain Listening Tower branch in the middle section of the city.
Chengxi Nether Pavilion branch.
The figure of Yan Wuji traveled through every corner of White Glow City overnight.
Everywhere they went, there were mummies everywhere, and no one could escape.
The bloody Internal Qi surged more and more manically in his body. Every time he swallowed the essence, his aura became stronger and the blood red in his eyes became thicker.