I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1546 - 367: I Really Just Want to Quietly Send Off Little Wei An (3)

Chapter 1546: Chapter 367: I Really Just Want to Quietly Send Off Little Wei An (3)

"Seems quite resilient."

Lin Fan shook his head without worry. The reason he stepped in was to prevent Ling Yuan City from being affected.

Now, the funds for his and little Wei An’s living expenses have been secured.

There’s no need to think too much about it.

...

In a distant direction.

The Blood Demon Ancestor felt a shock in his heart.

"Wang He’s life token shattered."

The Blood Demon Ancestor’s face was sullen. Wang He was his ninth disciple, with late-stage Core Formation cultivation, and possessed two Demon Treasures that he had bestowed. Among the Core Formation realm, he had few rivals, and even against a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could hold his own for a few moves.

"Near Fengyang Mountain, close to Ling Yuan City, who on earth killed him? It seems Ling Yuan City doesn’t even have a Nascent Soul cultivator."

As the Blood Demon Ancestor pondered, several demonic cultivators entered, both men and women, all direct disciples of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

"Master, Baoling Sect has sent a message, hoping to cease actions." The Blood Demon Ancestor’s eldest disciple was very respectful, filled with awe for his master.

"Your ninth junior brother is dead," the Blood Demon Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"What?"

The disciples were shocked.

"Master, is the information reliable? Ninth junior brother went with many loose cultivators to Ling Yuan City, and yesterday’s communication already reached the Fengyang Mountain area. With his cultivation and the Demon Treasures you bestowed, how could something happen?" The eldest disciple was incredulous.

The Blood Demon Ancestor said, "His life token has shattered."

The eight disciples were silent. If the life token shattered, it indeed confirmed that their ninth junior brother was truly dead.

"Master, what should we do now?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor said, "No worries, first resolve the Baoling Sect affair, and after that, I will visit Ling Yuan City myself, to see who dares to kill my disciple."

Speaking these words, the Blood Demon Ancestor’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, sinister and terrifying, so much that the eight disciples dared not meet his gaze.

...

Days later.

Lin Fan and little Wei An’s life continued as peaceful as ever, and news from Fengyang Mountain had also reached Ling Yuan City.

While wandering the streets with little Wei An, Lin Fan overheard a group of loose cultivators chatting under a tavern.

He stopped to listen to how the loose cultivators outside were discussing the matter.

"The group of demonic cultivators gathered at Fengyang Mountain was utterly annihilated by a mysterious great cultivator overnight. The scene was extremely tragic, with severed limbs that made one shudder. Do you think it could be a passing great Demon King who wiped out those demonic cultivators?"

"Impossible."

"Fellow Daoist, why are you so sure it’s impossible? Don’t tell me you were the one who took out those demonic cultivators?"

"A close friend of mine accompanied the Chen Family. When they were preparing to fight the demonic cultivators, they surprisingly found the ground covered with bodies. One fellow Daoist thought to check if the demonic cultivators’ storage bags were still there, but after searching for a long time, not even a single Spirit Stone was left. Do you think a great Demon King would take a liking to the storage bags of demonic cultivators who haven’t even reached Foundation Establishment?"

"Hmm, makes sense."

"I believe it must have been a senior who couldn’t stand the demonic cultivators’ actions and exterminated them on the spot. Though the method of this senior seems rather ruthless."

After listening for a while, Lin Fan left with little Wei An.

He didn’t hear any significant news.

Just ordinary exchanges.

As for whether the method was ruthless, he felt quite regretful. If the Frostmourne was still with him, he would have frozen the opponents, eventually scattering them as dust without affecting the surrounding environment.

Again, after a few days, the cultivators who left Ling Yuan City returned. The leading Chen Family ancestor looked very solemn. Although the demonic cultivators gathered at Fengyang Mountain were exterminated, they didn’t know by whom.

What’s more critical is... among the demonic cultivators, one was actually a disciple of the Blood Demon Ancestor.

This had frightened the ancestors of the Ling Yuan City cultivation families to a paler-than-pale shade. Currently, the Blood Demon Ancestor’s reputation was extremely high, his fierce might overwhelming, and his conflict with the Baoling Sect was not yet resolved.

Baoling Sect wanted to cease the war, but the Blood Demon Ancestor gave no face, continuing the battles.

Initially, they thought the Blood Demon Ancestor had broken through to Divinity Transformation, intending to showcase his prowess at a major sect. But now it seemed not to be the case, and it wouldn’t be many years until the Secret Realm would appear.

The Blood Demon Ancestor is probably planning to take a share of the Secret Realm.

After all, the Secret Realms used to be controlled by major sects. Back then, the Blood Demon Ancestor was strong, but only at Nascent Soul cultivation, far inferior to a major sect. Now, having broken through to Divinity Transformation, he is naturally extraordinary.

And the Chen Family ancestor was most afraid that if one day the Blood Demon Ancestor came knocking, what should they do then?

Worrisome, truly worrisome.

...

Months later.

Lin Fan sent off a loose cultivator who had come for a fortune-telling. That loose cultivator found that this Lin Daoist wasn’t as legendary as rumored. The words he said were more like an analysis, and upon hearing them, the loose cultivator thought, oh, why hadn’t I thought of that before? So when it came to payment, he was somewhat reluctant, but had no choice, having come willingly with the price made clear, it wasn’t considered a scam.

Entering the courtyard, he saw little Wei An playing in the mud with little Xin’er.

The two played joyfully, their faces bright with smiles.

In sharp contrast to the worried faces of the loose cultivators outside.

As Lin Fan thought about continuing to till the land, he noticed the street’s loose cultivators seemed unusually tense, hurrying along, with some even bringing their families, heading towards the inner city.

Could it be they’ve turned the tables and plan to leave the outer city for a better life in the inner city?