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"However, if this evil spirit can shield itself from the Daoist's inner eye and confuse my senses so that I can't leave, why are there still living people here?"

"With such capabilities, it wouldn't need to go to such extremes, lacking any other means to deal with the townspeople."

"Could it be that this brat feeds on fear, keeping these people alive in a state of despair and terror, which would be more conducive to its growth?"

For a moment, Yi Chen's mind raced with numerous doubts and speculations.

Suppressing his inner doubts, Yi Chen quickly arrived at a large house in the town center adorned with a green stone lion.

What was astonishing was that the stone lion's eyeballs had been gouged out, and one of its legs had been broken off, as if someone had been venting some anger.

"Interesting, it seems that this town of Yaoguan Pass must have some stories," Yi Chen murmured.

Yi Chen, with the mist hanging above him, pushed open the door and a pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. The spacious courtyard was littered with broken branches and withered leaves.

There were signs of deliberate damage throughout the building.

Just as Yi Chen was surveying his surroundings, suddenly a very familiar, irritable voice came through.

"You hooligans from your little town are never done, are you? Planning to steal my supplies again? Post a notice and sell your heads; do you think I, Zhang Bukai of the Wei Yuan Escort Bureau 'Five Tigers Cleaving Door Blade,' am dead?"

Yi Chen: "..." Damn it, Escort Head Zhang is too freaking sinister; why is it that every time something happens, he's involved? You must have the body of Conan; how did you deliver escorts in the first half of your life?

If the Daoist is definitely fine, then the problem must be with Escort Head Zhang—the first time with the flood, the second with the corpse swindle, and now a creepy ancient town; each time is more intense than the last.

Sure enough, a burly, bearded man wielding a tiger-head saber rushed out. His eyes were blood red, his hair and beard bristled with fury, and his eyes bulged with rage.

Behind him followed a dozen or so young escorts.

Upon seeing the figure standing in the courtyard clearly, Escort Head Zhang felt like crying; he dropped his tiger-head saber with a clang to the ground, as if he had seen his own family.

"Daoist, why did you only come now? I've been suffering for three days..."

Yi Chen: "..."

...

...

Night fell, and two bonfires were lit in the courtyard.

Around one sat a group of towering men, representatives of the Wei Yuan Escort Bureau, led by Yi Chen.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The other bonfire was sat around by a handsome young master dressed in white, with thick eyebrows and starry eyes, known as Ning Feixue.

His eyebrows were exceptionally dense, his nose bridge was high, and his lips pressed tightly together, exuding determination and stubbornness.

He also carried a Peach Wood Sword on his back, and on his hand was a black knuckle duster. His clothes bulged in places, clearly wearing a strange armor underneath, and his body emanated not insignificant mana fluctuations.

He was indeed a cultivator.

By the side of the white-clad young man sat a pair of twin sisters; the elder sister named Zhu Sha, with a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, wore a tight red dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure and gave her a fiery aura.

The younger sister was dressed in white, gentle and demure, known as Qing Rou, the image of an obedient, soft girl.

Both wore tight-fitting clothes, flaunting their full figures and lovely faces.

In Yi Chen's perception, both possessed remarkable inner strength, ranking as first-class masters in the martial arts world—an impressive feat at such a young age.

Yi Chen learned from Zhang Bukai that these three had entered the town one after the other that morning.

"Can the Daoist perform magic?" asked the white-clad young master.

"Uh, I'm not really proficient in magic, but what I do have are strength and methods!" Yi Chen could only tell the truth, for he indeed did not know magic.

Upon hearing Yi Chen's words, the white-clad young master did not sound disdainful or contemptuous, but continued to speak in a soft voice:

"Daoist, since it's getting late today, Zhu Sha, Qing Rou, and I will go to the adjacent courtyard to meditate and rest. If anything happens, feel free to call out loudly for help, and I'll be there as fast as possible."

"Everyone, rest assured."

"Tomorrow, or the day after at the latest, I will find the core of this town's formation, break through the fog, and lead everyone out."

"As for the townspeople's talk of being drawn into dreams, it is best for everyone to try not to sleep. The evil power in this town is exceedingly strange and dangerous, so it's best not to take any risks."

Ning Feixue, dressed in clothes whiter than snow, had a demeanor that broke one's heart.

Yi Chen: "....." You, a cultivator who's almost on par with Lin Baihu, actually want me to call for help?

Since Yi Chen had locked up all his aura, ordinary people couldn't see his true capabilities and thought he was just a robust Daoist who excelled in external martial arts.

However, Ning Feixue meant well, and Yi Chen naturally responded with a smile, "Then, I thank the young master greatly."

"The young master should do the same. If you encounter any trouble, just shout, and I will definitely come at top speed!"

Give me an inch of respect, and I'll give you a yard. Yi Chen's words were indeed sincere.

However, these words annoyed the two beauties beside Ning Feixue.

The elder sister, Zhu Sha, was okay, just frowning slightly without saying anything.

The younger sister, Qing Rou, on the other hand, showed a fierce temperament that didn't match her appearance. She wrinkled her nose and scoffed, "Where did this wild Daoist come from, thinking he can save our Brother Feixue? That's truly laughable to death."

"Venerable Daoist, you need to show respect!"

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"Brother Feixue is a cultivator who is proficient in spells and techniques."

"Do you understand? He's an awakened being who cultivates his spiritual nature and understands magic."

Yi Chen: "....."

"Qing Rou, don't be rude," the elder sister, Zhu Sha, chastised softly.

Upon hearing her sister's reprimand, Qing Rou playfully stuck out her tongue and hid behind her sister.

Ning Feixue also directed an apologetic gaze at Yi Chen. His mana surged, and he rose three feet off the ground, standing with his hands behind his back, walking on air.

His robes fluttered as he walked and chanted.

"Ink fails to capture the depth, thousands of verses filled with sorrow~"

"Without stepping on the road of worldly strife, I brush away the falling peach blossoms as I emerge from dust~"

"Books on parting, a sea of people I cross not~"

"Leisurely I dance my sword amidst the cold frost, with only the drifting snow understanding my solitary madness."

"I am at ease with myself, a poem and a sword can settle any storm~"

With each step and meditation, Ning Feixue quickly caught up with the Zhu Sha and Qing Rou sisters.

In no time, both peerless beauties had stars in their eyes and blushing cheeks, lost in their thoughts.

Yi Chen: "...." Damn, who's trying harder to play the part here, going to such lengths to impress a girl? Can you even hold that pose for five minutes with your cultivation level?

Indeed, all kinds of birds make their nests in big trees.....

After the three disappeared from sight, Zhang Bukai, with a secretive expression and sneakiness, ran up to Yi Chen, whispering while carrying a jar of wine:

"Venerable Daoist, guess which one of the sisters is no longer a virgin?"

The little guards behind Zhang Bukai also pricked up their ears.

Yi Chen's face turned stern, "Zhang Bukai, that's going too far~"

Before Zhang Bukai could respond, Yi Chen suddenly changed the subject, laughing, "I bet it's the younger sister; she's already been rounded the bases. The elder sister, on the other hand, is still a virgin."

"Venerable Daoist, how would a monk like you know..." Zhang Bukai gaped in astonishment.

The guards behind him also opened their mouths in shock.

Yi Chen lightly patted Zhang Bukai's shoulder, said nothing, and left everyone with a mysterious smile.

Pfft! Using such a question to test the Daoist? Looking down on me?

I must be blunt, if I even guessed your home layout, wouldn't your jaws be dislocated if I revealed it?

A bunch of novices~