"Hehe, just as I thought!" Seeing the Spirit Guard Armor protect his soul, Xiao Hua was overjoyed. He withdrew the soul threads and opened his eyes.
"Mm, we're almost there!" Xiao Hua extended his Buddhist sense to take a look and thought to himself.
After another quarter-hour, Xiao Hua instructed, "Senior Brother Zhen, stop the flying boat for now!"
"Alright!" Zhen Minghui stopped the flying boat and quietly awaited Xiao Hua's arrangements.
"Everyone... look over there!" Xiao Hua sighed and pointed to the right of the flying boat, where a narrow valley lay between two mountain peaks.
"Oh?" Cui Hongshen and the others did not understand. But when they rose and looked down, shock filled their faces. Dui Ling and Zhen Huo, along with the other Qi Condensation disciples, showed even greater panic and indignation in their eyes.
Indeed, scattered across the pristine snow in that valley were the mangled remains of dozens of Daoist cultivators, staining the white ground with filthy blood! The corpses had been torn into pieces, too ghastly to behold! Several female cultivators were among them, all naked, their Daoist robes torn into who knew how many scraps... "Senior Sister Dui, take Mingmou and Dui Ling to bury the bodies of the female disciples," Xiao Hua ordered with his eyes slightly closed.
"Yes!" Dui Qimeng forcibly suppressed the grief in her heart, waved her hand, and led Mingmou and Dui Ling down.
After a while, the three female cultivators flew back with tears in their eyes and blazing fury across their faces!
"Alas, this is a Daoist cultivator war. Anything can happen!" Xiao Hua sighed softly. "Before, this Xiao only thought of avoiding those sword cultivators, yet forgot their brutality. They feed their bodies to the sword; though that makes them resolute and unyielding, it also...