“Remember this: there are no demons in this courtyard, only ancestors and immortals,” Wei Yuan admonished solemnly.

Xu Jingfeng nodded repeatedly, though he didn’t quite grasp the meaning.

Wei Yuan left the Xu residence after giving the instruction. The old tree was a clear sign of the Xu Clan’s terrifying depth of resources. The Xu Clan of Ningxi had clearly intended to establish long-term control of these lands, which was why they had left behind such a venerable ancestral spirit—one whose combat power was equivalent to that of a late-stage Avatar—to guard the estate.

Previously, Wei Yuan had always entered the Xu residence with Xu Jingfeng. Zhu Yuanjin had likely intervened behind the scenes to cover for him as well. That was why the old tree hadn’t detected a thing. But if Yuan Qingyan were to attempt to enter the estate to kill Xu Jingfeng, he would most likely hit a brick wall.

After leaving the Xu residence, Wei Yuan wasted no time and headed northeast. Along the way, he combined with the riders rushing over from the realm of Qingming to form...