"He carries the aura of my ancestors too! The offerings in the Ancestral Hall keep disappearing. He must have stolen them!"
"He used the townspeople's faith to refine pills. His heart is insincere. How could someone like him become an immortal?"
"He used my ancestors' memorial tablets too! Move! Get out of the way! Leave me a mouthful!"
A rich medicinal fragrance soared into the sky as the sanctimonious Alchemists surrounded the Shrine Keeper.
The Shrine Keeper at the center never argued at all. His resistance was negligible before the crowd, and misty spiritual energy scattered over them. Even Gao Ming was enveloped in a small cloud of bloodstained spiritual energy.
Gao Ming waved away the pill-scented smoke and silently backed away. Lord Tang's son had probably approached him in the first place because he had chosen him as a target.
If the Shrine Keeper had not appeared unexpectedly, Gao Ming might have been the one surrounded now.
"These lunatics." Fu Shu closed his eyes. He simply could not understand why Dreamfold Town, which he had built himself, had become like this.
Blood flowed from the center of the crowd. Giving off a medicinal fragrance, it resembled a little red hand reaching toward Gao Ming for help.
Before Gao Ming could react, an Alchemist gathered up his Daoist robe and lay on the ground, carefully licking up the blood. His movements were elegant. Even with his head nearly touching the floor, he did not dirty his robe, as though it mattered more than his own body.
One "Alchemist" after another tasted the "pills." Misty spiritual energy gathered around them, and many of those who had consumed the "pills" began to change. Violet Fire burned and auspicious signs manifested. Their faces filled with excitement, and they treasured every drop of the