After Ling Weizi hurried back to the Primordial Beginning Temple, she suddenly understood why Ren Qing had opened a Martial Arts Hall.
It certainly was not for some Great Medicine of enlightenment. No matter how chaotic things grew outside, the Fortune-Life Martial Hall seemed cut off from the world, its days peaceful and unhurried.
Bare-chested, Ren Shanshi held a horse stance in the training yard, humming a fist formula so badly it had no tune.
Yun Niang bustled nearby with a wooden basin, hanging up clothes she had just washed.
Li Yao and the others cultivated on their own, unaffected.
A thought suddenly occurred to Ling Weizi. However indescribable Ren Qing might look, he treated himself more like a human being than those immortals and Buddhas did.
While she stood lost in thought, Su Huo led a group of Half-Demons into the Martial Arts Hall. They were the spoils of the latest confiscations.
Ling Weizi did not linger. She soon reached the depths of the bamboo grove, and as she approached the Primordial Beginning Temple, she saw three corpses before the main hall.
All three were Buddha Children, each twisted into a hideous shape. Frog Immortal Lord had crushed their flesh and bones, but the Buddhist scriptures inside them had yet to be extracted.
Mouse True Person had arrived ahead of her and was chatting with Ren Qing inside the hall.
"Reporting to you, Immortal Master: the Clans in Three Rivers Prefecture have been wiped out."
Ren Qing held the Imperial Court Scroll. The Ghost Quarter had already been taken into the Small Grotto-Heaven, but refinement had only just begun; for now, all he could see were vast currents of heaven-and-earth energy surging wildly.
Ren Qing raised an eyebrow. "When did this humble Daoist say to kill the Demon Cultivators?"