The deaths of the three left everyone stunned.
Xuan Chen's expression remained unchanged. He processed the bodies and souls of the three youths, refining their blood and vitality into pills and collecting their three hun and seven po into the black gourd at his waist.
He wanted to take in a Daoist Attendant or two and some new followers, but that did not mean he would accept any old trash. Although all three had spirit roots, none of those roots amounted to anything. Tossing them into a pill furnace would only sully it. Rather than waste time taking them in, he might as well kill them and be done with it.
The boy Xuan Chen pointed at swallowed. Looking at the headless corpses of his three former companions, he felt his knees weaken, and his voice trembled as he said:
"N-no... My elder brother is an immortal! I will never submit to an evil Daoist like you!"
"Fine. Then you can die too."
Xuan Chen's gaze darkened, his words icy. Once again, he raised the whisk in his hand, intending to lash the boy's head off as well.
Refusing him led only to death. Even if this boy possessed an earth spirit root, he still had to die!
Just then, however, Xuan Chen suddenly sensed an intense threat behind him. His brows furrowed. Rather than withdraw the whisk and turn it around, he slapped the black gourd at his waist, drew out the souls of the three he had just killed, and condensed them into three defensive talismans, which he flung behind him.
The whisk and talismans struck in two directions. The whisk effortlessly cut the boy in half at the waist, while the talismans formed a barrier that blocked the incoming sword and sent its wielder flying.
Zhang Yuan