A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 908 - 894: Green Flame

The situation unfolded just as everyone had guessed. The village chief had no one else to rely on, so the only choice now was to have the martial artists present deal with the corpse inside the coffin.

And it was the village chief's request.

Everyone had no other options. If they wanted to proceed to the Spiritual Qi-filled mountain peak ahead, they had to overcome this hurdle.

Very soon, someone volunteered and stepped forward.

Two strong, burly men emerged from a small group of martial artists.

The leader of this small group was a somewhat flamboyant young man.

He wore an exaggerated white robe, covering himself tightly, only revealing his eyes which darted around.

These two subordinates were summoned by him.

Several small groups had already reached a consensus earlier. Whoever solved the issue here first could be the first to gain access to the mountains. As for the scattered martial artists, they had no say and could only let these groups make decisions together.

Once these two strong men stepped forward, they began to activate their Blood Qi, each grabbing one end of the coffin to lift it.

As soon as they touched the coffin,

an intensely chilling aura rushed at them, rapidly devouring their Blood Qi as if it were a bottomless pit. With that contact, more than half of their Blood Qi was swallowed.

They quickly released their grip, placed the coffin back on the ground, and explained the situation to the people behind them.

Upon hearing about the situation, the group quickly devised another plan. Each small faction sent out a martial artist with deep Blood Qi to move the coffin into the fire pit. Though it was unclear why the village chief insisted on putting the coffin into the fire pit,

instead of simply piling combustibles around the coffin,

everyone complied.

Soon, four individuals approached the coffin, activated their Blood Qi, and began to move it. This time, they managed to lift the coffin. Although the Blood Qi of the four big men continuously drained, they managed to hold on for a while.

The coffin was lifted about five or six meters before the four men's faces turned pale, as if they had been drained dry. Quickly, the leaders of the small groups, seeing this, hastily called for another four people to replace them.

Following that.

This special coffin was finally placed into the fire pit. Immediately, the flames crackled and burned with even greater intensity, colored with eerie hints of green, which kept everyone on edge.

As the fire burned more fiercely,

ghostly images rose from the coffin, like a woman screaming in anguish.

Yet the coffin was finally burned to ashes.

It burned completely clean,

with not even a fragment left, only a pile of black ash remained.

The village chief and villagers breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the coffin fully burned, as if they had saved the world.

The villagers happily returned to the graveyard to dig up the remaining tombstones.

At last,

the path leading up the mountain was fully cleared. The small faction groups cheered excitedly, following the previous agreement that those who dealt with the coffin could go up the mountain first.

Thus, the four factions that handled the coffin went up first.

Other small martial artist groups followed behind, being the second batch to ascend. The scattered martial artists were the last. No one opposed this arrangement, as these small groups indeed resolved the village's issues.

Of course.

Even those who had objections dared not say much.

In such a Blessed Land, with their numbers and strength, they could even kill someone without repercussions. The reach of Great City families didn't extend to the Blessed Land. Scattered martial artists have no voice anywhere.

"Did we resolve it just like that?"

On the way,

Wang Shenghua felt curious, doubting the issue was so easily resolved. The bizarre village remained an enigma. Even with the coffin burned, the missing villagers hadn't returned.

Yet the remaining villagers and the village chief seemed unconcerned.

Before, they couldn't hear the villagers, couldn't hear their voices, and the villagers couldn't see them. But later, they suddenly could hear the villagers talk, and the village chief even thought they were villagers too.

The weirdness in the village was far too much.

Completely inexplicable.

Wang Shenghua felt that matters within the village weren't over.

Baiyu said, "I also think it's not that simple. There are too many oddities in the village; that female ghost wouldn't be so easily eliminated. But now that there's a path up the mountain, how can they possibly want to stay in the village?"

Every martial artist coming to the Blessed Land seeks opportunities.

Not to waste time in some decrepit village.

Once the path up the mountain was clear, these people wouldn't linger. They would all rush heading uphill.

As for the eerie occurrences behind them in the village,

that was none of their concern.

Baiyu and Wang Shenghua walked and talked, but suddenly, a pillar of fire shot up from the village behind them. The fire was utterly ghostly green, like Ghost Fire, rising from the village center, spreading rapidly, engulfing the entire village.

In the expanse of eerie green flames, Baiyu faintly saw a giant woman's face. Her expression was venomous, and her hateful gaze was fixed toward the mountain.

Baiyu and Wang Shenghua's faces changed.

Clearly, something major was happening in the village.

Meanwhile, many scattered martial artists remained, with some only just leaving the graveyard.

However, the ghostly green Ghost Fire began to spread from the village outward, seemingly intent on burning everything.

Wherever the Ghost Fire passed,

everything was eroded, burned, and turned into black ashes. Panic instantly struck the crowd.

"Go, head to the mountain quickly, the ghost in the village isn't dealt with at all."

"Damn, who knows what level of demon that vile ghost is, but it's causing such havoc. If even a trace of that ghost fire touches you, it's instant death."

"Hurry to the mountain; it's likely safe there. That female ghost has gone mad; get caught, and you're dead for sure."

A chorus of cries broke out.

The path up the mountain became packed, teeming with people rushing up. Baiyu and Wang Shenghua hurriedly quickened their steps and moved into the periphery of a group of palaces.

"Carefree Immortal Palace!"

Outside the palace complex, there was a massive cliff, seemingly sliced flatly like a sword, its surface smooth and reflective, with four bold, vigorous characters carved on it, the letters bright red and glaring.