After hearing the whole story from beginning to end, Yun Huanling clicked his tongue and shook his head in wonder.
"I've truly never seen anyone so utterly shameless."
Chen Ya's eyes dimmed slightly. "That vile pair have probably taken over my home by now, too. If I go back, they'll only find ways to harm me."
Then a trace of ruthlessness entered her gaze. "I'll make sure everyone in the village knows what that vile pair did."
Before they knew it, they had reached the village entrance.
Chen Ya stopped. "This is Millet Village, where I grew up. I can't go home right now, so I'll have to stay with my grandmother first. I still have a few things to take care of, so I won't be accompanying you any farther."
Su Jiu nodded. "Don't let obsession and hatred cloud your mind. If you cultivate into a demon, I won't show you any mercy!"
Warmth touched Chen Ya's face. She knew this young girl was pointing her toward the right path, and she nodded firmly. "Until we meet again."
After entering the village, Su Jiu discovered that the demonic qi and spiritual qi were even more concentrated. The two were mingled together; no cultivator would dare attempt qi induction here.
No wonder those cultivators had taken a look around, found nothing, and promptly left.
Ordinary people were fine, but for Dao cultivators, this was nothing short of a devastating calamity. They couldn't even meditate and cultivate, let alone replenish their spiritual qi.
It had to be said that the male and female protagonists of Chen Ya's story were remarkably formidable: the man had dared attempt qi induction, and the woman had dared cultivate here for two years, yet neither had exploded and died.
"Waaah... Dad, Grandma, I don't want to