The facts proved that the amount of Killing Intent someone possessed had no inevitable connection to the height of their cultivation.
Of all the people Gu Zhao had killed so far, Ren Tianhe had possessed the highest cultivation, yet the Killing Intent he contributed was not even one-third of what this butcher, Chu Da, had given. And Chu Da's cultivation was not even one-third of Ren Tianhe's.
Gu Zhao did not inspect the back room. Instead, he had Daoist Yansong set a fire, burning every trace of evil here clean away along with Chu Da's mangled, inhuman corpse.
When Chu Da had brought the three of them in, he had deliberately avoided attracting anyone's attention. Thus, after setting the fire and extinguishing it, the three slipped away without a care in the world.
"I thought Chu Da was some kind of monster. Who knew he was actually a sor... sorcerer?"
"He cultivated an evil art, thirsted for blood, and ate people. He was already a demon."
"Just how many people did he kill?"
"Hard to say. But judging by that butcher shop, it could be called an old establishment."
"My heavens!"
"Perhaps he used to restrain himself somewhat. But lately, with the Imperial Court declining, demons running rampant, and the Golden Wind Sect not bothering with him, he became arrogant."
"Where next? The teahouse?"
"Alright!"
The three arrived at the second teahouse and found it bustling with people coming and going. Many were drinking tea and listening to stories inside. It was unexpectedly one of the few lively places in Xiu Yue County.
They entered the teahouse, ordered a pot of tea and two plates of pastries from a waiter, then found a relatively secluded corner and sat down.
Inside the teahouse, the storyteller spoke with impassioned fervor, while the