32: Weird

"What?"

Deng Shui was greatly alarmed and quickly retreated.

But at close quarters, even Wang Da, at Qi Condensation eighth-stage, was no match for Wang Ning, let alone Deng Shui, who was merely at Qi Condensation sixth-stage.

With just one punch, Deng Shui was sent flying, crashing heavily against the wall, and slid down like a pile of mud, his fate unknown.

At the same time, two more people on the ground got up and pounced on the "Demonic Cultivator" in front of them.

For a time, the narrow alley was in chaos, with various spell techniques constantly being unleashed, causing all the Cultivators lying unconscious on the ground to suffer, their brains splattering and limbs flying.

Wang Ning glanced hurriedly, didn't stop, and quickly darted out of the alley.

Such a major incident, he had to report it to the Li Family quickly. Tomorrow was the grand lecture ceremony, and who knew what these Demonic Cultivators were plotting?

"It's so quiet?"

On the main street, Wang Ning looked around and realized that tonight was exceptionally dark; looking up, the night sky was devoid of a single star!

This sent a shiver down his spine. The commotion in the alley was so great, yet the houses on the street remained completely dark, not a single lamp awakened.

This was clearly abnormal.

Without time to think much, Wang Ning quickly threw a fireball at a nearby house.

He feared that he might encounter misfortune before reaching the Li Family, so he hoped to use a large fire to attract the attention of the entire city.

As for the casualties caused by the fire, they were not within Wang Ning's consideration.

Moreover, in this Cultivation world, as long as the fire was discovered in time, it would quickly be extinguished by people.

However, he didn't expect that a flash of spiritual light suddenly appeared in the darkness, with profound spiritual patterns faintly visible, and the fireball vanished into thin air.

"Formation patterns?"

Wang Ning gasped, a chilling sensation rushing from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

He could be certain that this was definitely not Purple Cloud City's Formation.

Because a city's Formation is generally set on the outside to guard against external invaders; it's impossible to protect even the houses within the city, otherwise, how much Spirit Stone would that consume?

"So, this was set up by those Demonic Cultivators?"

Wang Ning recalled the rumors he heard upon entering Purple Cloud City.

For several days, people had been disappearing. So it was very likely that those Demonic Cultivators were engraving Formation patterns, were discovered, and thus killed people to silence them.

"So, was it the same in the alley just now?"

Wang Ning was full of doubts, but his intuition told him there must be another reason.

While thinking, Wang Ning was still constantly running. Along the way, he also continuously attacked the surrounding buildings, but with each attack, his heart grew more alarmed.

Because Wang Ning discovered that all these buildings were covered with Formation patterns. Thinking of the grand ceremony to be held tomorrow, a shadow began to envelop Wang Ning's heart.

Suddenly, Wang Ning stopped, his face solemn as he stared ahead.

He saw a thick fog ahead, and within the fog, a three-meter-tall white figure was faintly visible.

One can imagine, on a dark night, a breeze blowing across Wang Ning's soaked back, and at this moment, a tall and eerie white ghost figure appeared ahead.

With just one glance, Wang Ning felt a dangerous aura.

Without hesitation, Wang Ning turned directly and ran back the way he came.

But after only two steps, Wang Ning was horrified to discover that the white ghost figure, which had just been in front of him, was now behind him.

Wang Ning quickly looked back and found that the white ghost figure was still there.

What was going on? Through the aura, Wang Ning was very certain that these two white ghost figures were the same one.

Wang Ning became increasingly unnerved, as he found that each time he turned his head, the white ghost figure would get closer to him.

"What's going on? What should I do?"

Wang Ning's face grew uglier.

He never expected that after just finishing his trip to Qingxia Lake and arriving at Purple Cloud City, he would encounter such a thing.

Was he just having bad luck recently?

Suddenly, Wang Ning was pleasantly surprised to find that when he turned around again, the ghost figure was no longer in front of him.

He was about to run forward, but after a moment of hesitation, he slowly turned his head to look back.

The result... what met his eyes was that white ghost figure, with dense, green ghostly hands extending from its white robe, grabbing Wang Ning's arm, and an extremely strong putrid smell rushed straight to his head.

"Got you~"

The laughter of children, painful wails, and venomous curses seemed to sound at the same time. Wang Ning felt as if his head was about to explode.

"Ah~"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, everything fell silent... "Brother Zhao, how are the preparations?"

"Don't worry, everything is arranged."

"Heh heh, daring to humiliate my grandson like this, tomorrow will be his death day!"

Under the dim lamplight, Tian Shanhai's vicious face was filled with murderous intent.

Then, he continued, "What about those two curs, Wang Xiwen and Qian Yisheng?"

"This..." The Clan Leader Zhao's expression was awkward, "They said it's better to stabilize the Li Family first, but rest assured, they will definitely help tomorrow."

"Hmph, those two two-faced opportunists, once the Li Family is destroyed, the first thing I'll do is send them to Yellow Springs Road with the Li Family."

Perhaps noticing the slight change in the Clan Leader Zhao's expression, Tian Shanhai patted his shoulder and comforted him, "By then, Purple Cloud City will be the world of your Zhao Family. As for my Tian Family, we only need that Spirit Mine in Purple Cloud City."

The Clan Leader Zhao was overjoyed upon hearing this, "Haha, then many thanks, Brother Tian."

"Haha, congratulations to us both~"

"Heh heh, such blatant ambition, how could this old man believe your nonsense?"

"However, with the promise made by Immortal Master Chiyan, what do I fear from your Tian Family?"

The Clan Leader Zhao outwardly appeared obsequious, but inwardly he was already sneering... At the same time, Li Xiangyun was also meeting an unexpected guest.

"Disciple greets Senior Martial Uncle!"

In the small courtyard, Jiang Menghuai respectfully bowed to Li Xiangyun.

Li Xiangyun sat in a chair, looking at the woman before him with some surprise, and joked, "If Sun Ping saw you calling me Senior Martial Uncle, wouldn't he expel you from the sect?"

Jiang Menghuai smiled, "Senior Martial Uncle is joking."

"I'm not joking. That Sun Ping dreams of getting the upper hand on me, and he wishes he could cut me into a thousand pieces."

"If he saw this, wouldn't his lungs burst from anger?"

Li Xiangyun swayed in his chair, a smooth teacup dancing on his fingertips.

"That would be for the best!" Jiang Menghuai's face was calm, looking extremely serious.

"Hmm?" Li Xiangyun was a little surprised by the woman's reaction, and after another glance, he said, "Alright, state your purpose. I'm not interested in small talk with you here."

"Nothing." Jiang Menghuai smiled slightly, "Disciple came this time because I heard that Senior Martial Uncle is about to hold a grand lecture ceremony, so I came to offer a gift."

Saying this, Jiang Menghuai took out a jade bottle, and a rich, unusual fragrance permeated the air, "This is a drop of Ten-Thousand Year Stone Milk, consider it a gift from Disciple to you." She then threw out the jade bottle.

Li Xiangyun reached out and caught it, "It's not poison that Sun Ping gave me, is it?"

"Senior Martial Uncle is joking. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"Disciple takes her leave!"

After speaking, Jiang Menghuai turned and left.

Li Xiangyun's gaze flickered, and he said, "I said that one of these Spirit Medicine can be exchanged for one request. State your purpose."

Jiang Menghuai did not turn back, but said indifferently, "Senior Martial Uncle should first survive!"

Watching the woman's retreating figure, Li Xiangyun fell into thought.

Leaving aside whether this drop of Ten-Thousand Year Stone Milk was normal, the mere fact that Jiang Menghuai came to give him a treasure was quite unexpected.

However, no matter what, he still decided to put it away first. A Spirit Medicine delivered to his doorstep for free, why not take it?

One must know, a single drop of Ten-Thousand Year Stone Milk could cost over ten thousand.

As for safety, with Fire Old around, he didn't believe Sun Ping had any means to hide anything from Fire Old's discerning eyes.