Chapter 128

As the sun set, the clouds in the sky were bright red like a huge ball of fire. They formed into various shapes. This was the famous Burning Cloud, which could be seen at the entrance of Da Ling Village.

Sometimes, the clouds would form into beasts, and sometimes into creatures. It was a strange sight. Unfortunately, no one in Da Ling Village had the time to look at it.

Their ancestors had lived here for generations, so they were not surprised at all. Every day, they would work at sunrise and rest at sunset, working hard to make a living.

As the sun set in the west, a slightly dark figure appeared. There was a long shadow behind him. This was a young man dressed in sackcloth. His appearance was slightly dark, and when he saw the villagers, he grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

In the young man's hand was a well-sharpened woodcutter. Two wild rabbits and a pheasant were tied to his waist, and he carried a white fox on his shoulder. Under the setting sun, he walked towards the village.

"Chen Zi is back!"

"Hello, Uncle Wang!"

"Hello, Uncle!"

The young man's name was Chen Zi. He was simple and honest. When he saw the villagers, he greeted them politely.

"Chen Zi is amazing. You hunted so many small beasts today. Oh, let me see. There's even a white fox. Its fur is intact. Good job, Chen Zi. This can be exchanged for a lot of money. Maybe even a few Yuan Stone Fragments."

"Chen Zi, your skills are even better than Old Zhang's. When he hunted the white fox, its fur was damaged."

When the villagers saw the white fox on Chen Zi's back, their eyes lit up.

"I was just lucky!" Chen Zi smiled honestly.

"Oh right, Chen Zi. You've gained a lot today. Are you going to the small town soon?"

Chen Zi nodded and smiled. "I'll go in a few days. When the time comes, I'll go from house to house to inform everyone and bring everyone along."

"Hehe, Chen Zi is so sensible."

"Yes, Chen Zi is really our Da Ling Village's fortune!"

Hearing this, the villagers smiled even more brightly. Then, Chen Zi smiled and walked towards the village.

"He must be going to Old Zhang's house. Old Zhang accidentally broke his leg when he went up the mountain. He can't hunt anymore. Chen Zi is the one who sends food to him every day."

"Chen Zi is such a sensible child. He came to our village two months ago. In just two months, he has done so much for us."

"Yeah, I really hope that Chen 'zi doesn't leave and stays in our village forever."

After Chen Zi left, the villagers began to discuss among themselves. Chen Zi was a simple and honest person who loved to laugh. He was very kind to people and had extraordinary skills. One day, when a group of villagers went hunting in the mountains, they encountered a fierce tiger. At the moment of danger, Chen Zi jumped out and killed the tiger with a single punch.

In the end, the tiger skin was sold for a good price, but all of it was distributed to the villagers.

The villagers knew that Chen Zi was not an ordinary person. He would not stay in this small mountain village for long.

"If I'm not wrong, Chen Zi is most likely a cultivator. How could he possibly stay in our mountain village?"

"The outside world is the world of cultivators. Can a mere Da Ling Village keep cultivators here?"

Some of the villagers' eyes were filled with respect and envy, as well as endless disappointment.

Cultivators were high and mighty. Rumor had it that they could fly and burrow into the ground. Their magic power was boundless.

"Yeah, every cultivator is high and mighty. Our Da Ling Village naturally doesn't expect to have any cultivators. It's a pity that Old Zhang's son was also a cultivator. I heard that he was at the Eighth Celestial Stage. Every day, he would come back with a large group of cultivators behind him. With him taking care of us, our Da Ling Village had a few good years. But who would have thought that the heavens would destroy our Da Ling Village!"

Some of the villagers began to sigh.

Chen Zi did not return to his home. Instead, he went to Old Zhang's house. Old Zhang was a hunter who made a living by hunting. He had a son who used to be his pride because he was a cultivator and the disciple of the Battle Martial Ancestor. He had a noble status. However, half a year ago, his son went out to train and encountered a group of bandits. After a fierce battle, Abdomen was crippled. Since then, he was banished by the Battle Martial Ancestor and returned to Da Ling Village.

This was the pain in Old Zhang's heart. With Abdomen crippled, his son's life was ruined. He could not recover from this setback and was muddle-headed.

When Chen Zi arrived, he found Zhang Shui sitting on a large rock in front of the door. His eyes were listless and muddle-headed. When he heard footsteps, he turned around and looked at Chen Zi with disdain.

He had long since noticed that Chen Zi was a cultivator. However, he did not care because he was a powerful cultivator at the Eighth Celestial Stage of True Qi.

"Chen Zi, you're here."

Old Zhang also heard the footsteps. He was sitting in the courtyard with a long stick next to him as a crutch. He could see Zhang Shui from where he sat. He was keeping an eye on him and was afraid that he would take things too hard and commit suicide.

When he saw Chen Zi arrive, Old Zhang stood up shakily with the crutch in one hand.

"Uncle, you don't have to get up. I hunted a lot of things today and left them at home. I brought them here especially." Chen Zi's voice was low and deep as he supported Old Zhang. He was very strong.

"Oh, oh!"

Old Zhang nodded. His eyes were already filled with tears. This was what Chen Zi said every day after his leg was broken. Every day, Chen Zi hunted a few more wild animals.

After putting the things here, Chen Zi chatted with Old Zhang for a while. When he saw that the sky was dark, he stood up and said goodbye.

"Stay for dinner." Old Zhang urged him to stay.

"No, I already ate on my way here."

Chen Zi's residence was a small deserted courtyard. The previous residents had all moved away, leaving this place empty.

There were only a few simple pieces of furniture in the room. It was very simple. One of them was a long sword that emitted a red light. It was very eye-catching and was placed beside the bed.

The long sword emitted a bright red light, like a burning flame. There was a fire bird carved on the sword hilt. This sword was the Raging Flame Sword.

Chen Zi was naturally Zi Chen. Everyone thought that he had entered the depths of the Silent Jungle and was dead. Unfortunately, he came to Da Ling Village, which was not far from the Martial Ancestor. It was within the range of Cangli City.

That day, Zi Chen had a fierce battle with a Xiantian demonic beast. He was no match for the beast, so he turned around and ran. Fortunately, his strength was not strong, but his speed was not slow. He ran towards the depths of the Silent Jungle. However, halfway through, he shook off the demonic beast and turned around to run in another direction. That direction was the Lop Nur. It was thousands of miles long, like a huge dragon flowing out from the depths of the Silent Jungle. Zi Chen did not hesitate and plunged into it.

This was his previous plan. He had already set his sights on the Lop Nur. Today, he came to the Silent Jungle to divert the attention of the three forces.

The Lop Nur was very big and the water was very turbulent. In order to survive here, in addition to strength, one also needed some luck. However, in any case, the vitality of the Lop Nur was much greater than that of the Silent Jungle. Amidst the bumps and bumps, Zi Chen drifted for thousands of miles. Although he had a strong physique, there were bruises everywhere. Finally, he arrived at Da Ling Village.

The villagers here were all mortals. They did not have powerful strength, but they were very simple. They had kindly taken him in and found a place for him to live.

It had been more than two months since he arrived at Da Ling Village. Zi Chen went hunting in the mountains during the day and came back to cultivate at night. His life was very comfortable.

During this period, he had also comprehended the Green Peak Chop and Green Peak Seal. His gains were not small. Moreover, because of the lightning energy in his body, these two techniques were very powerful when used.

During these two months, Zi Chen often went to a small town a hundred miles away. When he went there to sell furs, he also inquired for useful information.

After a few days, the furs that Zi Chen had dried up, so he took them and went from house to house to collect them. He would sell them at a good price in town. Although he had only been here for two months, the villagers trusted Zi Chen very much.

Selling furs was a lie. His real purpose was to inquire for information.

A journey of several hundred miles might take an ordinary person several hours, but Zi Chen ran all the way and arrived in less than half an hour.

After selling the furs at the fastest speed and the cheapest price, Zi Chen arrived at a tavern.

In the same tavern, in the same seat, Zi Chen ordered two side dishes and a pot of wine and sat quietly.

This place was not far from the Battle Martial Ancestor. Many disciples of the Battle Martial Ancestor came down the mountain to eat, drink, and chat.

Zi Chen arrived early. It was not until noon that the disciples came one after another.

"The sect's core assessment is about to begin again. I wonder who will be able to enter this time."

"Entering the core is like reaching the heavens in a single step. With endless resources for cultivation, it's a pity that I'm only at the Eighth Heavenly Layer. I'm not qualified at all."

The disciples of the Battle Martial Sect were all talking nonsense. Zi Chen purposely darkened his face, making his eyebrows thick and his eyes big. Although it was a little different, it wasn't eye-catching. He had already recognized that there was a person on the other side. He had seen him in the Spiritual Herbal Garden before. At that time, if that person had run away a little later, he would have died by his hands.

"Senior Brother, you are Senior Brother Ling Yun's man. You followed Senior Brother Ling Yun to do something big. Although you failed in the end, you are still considered Senior Brother Ling Yun's man. Did he not even give you this authority?" a disciple asked.

"Give me the authority? It's good that he didn't kill me."

The Senior Brother glared and said, "Do you know how big the matter was back then? It's fine if we succeeded, but if we didn't, we would have to be silenced. Senior Brother Ling Yun was under a lot of pressure."

"Let me tell you, even Senior Brother Ling Yun was punished when he came back. He only came out after half a year."

"What? Senior Brother Ling Yun was punished to the point of facing the wall? Then after he came out, he didn't bear a grudge?"

"That was the decision of the elders. How could Senior Brother bear a grudge? However, those disciples who were lucky enough to survive that day who attacked us received the punishment they deserved."

One of the disciples' eyes lit up and said, "I heard about that too. It's said that many of the Senior Brothers who survived the trip to the Spiritual Herbal Garden either went missing or died suddenly. There were even some who went out to train and were killed or crippled.

Could it be that all of them?! "

"Hmph, it's good that you know. Keep your mouth shut."

That Senior Brother snorted. "Those who attacked us back then were severely punished. That Zhang Shui was so arrogant before, but look at him now. Isn't he still a cripple? Damn, he almost killed me in one strike in the Spiritual Herbal Garden. Now, not only is his strength crippled, he can't even keep the mountain village he lives in."

"And that Zi Chen, he really deserves to die. The Nimbus Martial Ancestor was destroyed, but he still caused such a big commotion. He deserved to die."