The master of Bixin Treasure Pavilion was a Demonic Cultivator.
It was a rumor that shocked quite a few people.
"Who would have thought that the Demonic Cultivators of the Demon Sect had grown increasingly cunning? No wonder he did not go to Bixin Lake with the Xu and Lin families."
"Exactly. Such a tremendous opportunity, yet the cultivators of the Treasure Pavilion claimed their master was in secluded cultivation. If you ask me, he must have harbored ill intentions from the very beginning."
"Ah, thank goodness the Profound Heaven Immortal Practitioners came here. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
In teahouses and inns, among street stalls and vendors, after several days, everything here had returned to its old routine.
There was no helping it. After young Lu Qing's incarnation arrived here, he had selected the greatest local power to kill the monkey and warn the chickens. None of the cultivators who stirred up trouble escaped.
Lu Qing had not personally acted against the smashed shops and market buildings, but he himself was cultivating here, and he had the greatest backing behind him. Within the Immortal City, even those visiting cultivators were terrified to the core.
After all, they had come from the central region, but they could not possibly contend against that colossal supreme sect towering high above all others.
Within a few days, this incarnation of Lu Qing had settled the local affairs—not only in Bixin Immortal City, but also in the Cultivation Markets throughout the surrounding region.
Meanwhile, Lu Qing himself was surveying the Earth Vein and terrain within Bixin Mountain alongside White Crane Boy.
"This land is fairly good. But if the Daoist Dojo and Dao Abode are merely a small tower or a Cultivation Cave as before, that would be somewhat too small."
Lu