"Young master, are we going into the village now?"
Yang Qing and his companions had gone quite a distance before returning to the village with its unsettling atmosphere.
Unlike when they had left earlier, when the villagers had lined the road to see them off, the village road was now deserted, without the slightest sign of life.
"Could they all have gone to the Old Locust Tree at the village entrance? After all, that was where the Qi-Gathering Formation first took shape."
Bu Er was not wrong. Anyone knew that achieving a truly transformative leap in strength depended on this Qi-Gathering Formation.
Not to mention what Yang Qing had told that man, both openly and through hints, before leaving.
He had all but told them to hurry and fight for it, or someone else would snatch up such a wonderful opportunity.
At the thought of someone else claiming the benefits, the villagers naturally could not sit idle.
And so this was the scene Yang Qing and his companions found upon their return. Not a soul was visible nearby. It seemed they really had all flocked to the locust tree.
"Young master, shall we go over?"
The Qi-Gathering Formation was actually of no use to ordinary people, other than strengthening their bodies.
But even that strengthening effect was said to have a time limit.
So, to keep enjoying those benefits, those people would no longer maintain their kindly, approachable facade.
They would grab as much as they could.
"Find somewhere here to rest for a while."
They had doubled back for one reason alone: to ensure that the villagers being sustained by the Qi-Gathering Formation destroyed it utterly.
"Tomorrow, we still need to confirm whether they've destroyed that inheritance."
Yang Qing had never been a saint. To achieve his desired ends,