Everyone looked at Zhang Wentian, waiting to see how he would answer.
Zhang Wentian said calmly, "Since you want to know, I'll tell you. My method of dispelling the Eerie is simple: follow the example of South Blessing Town back then. How did South Blessing Town dispel the Eerie? Very simply. Kill almost everyone, leaving only a handful alive, then throw a large quantity of Ginseng Fruit into the ancient well as a sacrifice. Once sacrificed, the Ginseng Fruit provided enough power to open a path out of town. South Town's great benefactor, Emperor Taining, led Zhang Wentong and a few lucky ones out of the Eerie Ground that way. I intend to do the same. I'll kill every last one of you, sacrifice most of the Ginseng Fruit myself, then take the remaining fruit back to Great Qi. Once outside, I'll eat it all and seek revenge on Zhang Wentong. Of course, my original plan was to take my poor son with me. Unfortunately, Zhang Wentong killed him."
The entire gathering fell so silent that not even a crow or sparrow could be heard.
Whether they were Zhang Wentian's disciples or his wives and concubines, his supporters or his opponents, members of the Night Guard or the Tomb General's men, guards from the Upper Mountain District or townsfolk from the Lower Mountain District, everyone stared at Zhang Wentian with wide eyes, unable to believe what they were hearing.
Those with profound cultivation could even see the faint smile on Zhang Wentian's face through his veil.
What had happened?
Did Zhang Wentian already hold victory firmly in his grasp? Was he going to kill everyone?
A chill spread through everyone from head to toe. Some secretly circulated their true essence and magical power, while others grabbed their weapons. All watched