Truly Disappointing

"You, go back to Qingshan Sect. Report any news immediately."

Black Tortoise Ancestor struck Yu Wujie's chest with a palm. Yu Wujie cried out in pain and opened his mouth. An ice cicada flew into his mouth, and then he was thrown out.

"Master, isn't it a bit much to send Senior Brother Wuchen alone?" Yao Ling'er asked worriedly, looking at Black Tortoise Ancestor, who was frowning at the head seat.

"It's fine."

Black Tortoise Ancestor waved his hand.

"Aren't you afraid Senior Brother Wuchen will be in danger?" Yao Ling'er asked with a frown.

"Junior Sister, don't worry!" At this moment, a man in a long robe walked over and said, "I think that so-called expert from Pingjiang City is just a smokescreen released by Qingshan Sect. It's best to send Junior Brother Wuchen to deal with it."

"But..."

Yao Ling'er still seemed worried and looked at Black Tortoise Ancestor.

"Don't worry so much," Black Tortoise Ancestor said. "Wuchen has my Sky Shaking Stone. Even if there's an accident, the Sky Shaking Stone can keep him safe. So, we just need to wait for Wuchen's news in the sect."

Hearing this, Yao Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief.

With the Sky Shaking Stone in hand, she truly didn't need to worry. This was one of the few supreme treasures in Black Tortoise Ancestor's possession.

In less than half a day, Jing Wuchen had already arrived at Pingjiang City.

Although Pingjiang City was close to the immortal cultivation sects, there were more mortals, so there were quite a few martial arts halls of various sizes in the city.

However, for Jing Wuchen, this was not a problem. His method of solving problems was simple and brutal: he went straight to their doors.

He walked out of a martial arts hall, his sickly face showing a sinister and cold-blooded expression. Everyone in that martial arts hall had been slaughtered.

He then rushed to the next martial arts hall.

After killing dozens of people in the martial arts hall, he stomped on the martial arts hall owner and asked coldly, "Tell me, what is your relationship with Qingshan Sect?"

"I... I I I really have no relationship with Qingshan Sect, my lord. Please spare..." However, before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed across his neck.

"How boring!"

His demonic face flickered with impatience. He licked the blood on the dagger with his tongue, then stomped on the martial arts hall owner's head, crushing it, and continued on his way to the next martial arts hall.

In this way, Jing Wuchen followed the map of Pingjiang City, slaughtering martial arts halls one by one. No one, whether male or female, old or young, was spared...

"Disciple, I bought you some candy. You can take it with your medicine."

Yi Feng walked back from outside with a beaming smile, carrying many bags. He was extremely attentive to his disciple.

"Thank you for your concern, Master."

Zhong Qing's face was filled with gratitude, his eyes moist. Ever since he could remember, besides his parents, only Yi Feng had been genuinely kind to him. He secretly kept this kindness in his heart.

"Oof."

However, as soon as he entered, Yi Feng tripped on the steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Master, are you okay!"

Zhong Qing quickly rushed over and supported Yi Feng.

"Damn it, this stupid design." Yi Feng glared at the steps. This wasn't the first time the steps had tripped him. The design was simply inhumane.

If you step on one step at a time, it's too short, like a woman, you have to take tiny steps.

If you step on two steps at a time, your crotch will hurt, which is even more uncomfortable!

"Master, I'll fix these steps tomorrow," Zhong Qing said quickly. He genuinely cared about Yi Feng and was very enthusiastic about doing things for him.

"Good boy."

Yi Feng patted his head and said, "You just recovered from your illness. We'll deal with these things after you're fully recovered. Come, let's go inside and take your medicine first."

Afterward, the master and disciple walked into the inner courtyard. Seeing Zhong Qing finish his medicine, Yi Feng finally felt at ease and lay on the lounge chair, basking in the sun.

Recently, he had been in a good mood.

Zhong Qing had recovered.

He also had money.

It was just a bit boring. He felt like he was becoming a couch potato!

"Doggy, come here."

Yi Feng beckoned to Ao Qing. Doggy wagged its tail and ran over, obediently lying at Yi Feng's feet while Yi Feng petted it.

Street.

A gust of clear wind blew, rustling the leaves.

A figure landed in front of a martial arts hall. He looked at the map with his bony hand, squinted, and said, "Only a few more martial arts halls left. They're getting smaller and smaller. It's really disappointing!"

As he spoke, he licked his lips and walked towards the martial arts hall ahead.