Black Water Pond Manor.
Shen Yuan, his wife, and everyone from the Shen Family stood silently at the entrance of the manor.
Huang Lingxiu’s eyes were swollen and red. If it weren’t for Zhao Xuan supporting her, she wouldn’t even be able to stand.
At dawn, Huang Lin had already sent villagers from Black Stone Village to report to the manor.
Looking at the narrow path down the mountain, a few brothers were carrying Huang Qingzhou’s body, walking slowly towards them.
Huang Lingxiu once again burst into tears of sorrow.
Shen Yuan’s face was somber, silently watching as they approached.
"Father!"
"Uncle Yuan!"
Shen Wenxing and Huang Lin gently laid down Huang Qingzhou’s remains and then knelt down with a thud in front of Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan looked at the two of them and didn’t say a word.
He walked slowly to Huang Qingzhou’s remains, tremblingly squatted down, and pulled back the white cloth.
Seeing Huang Qingzhou’s ashen face, tears welled up in Shen Yuan’s eyes.
"Brother..."
He called out sorrowfully, but there was no longer any response.
Shen Yuan raised his head, fought back the tears, and then stood up suddenly with a trace of killing intent!
"Old third!"
"Go to the Western Wilderness!"
Beside him, Shen Wen’an, who was standing with a sword in hand, was slightly taken aback, then cupped his hand and prepared to leave.
"Father!"
Shen Wenxing hurriedly called out, "Ah Die, don’t act rashly!"
Shen Yuan shot him a cold glance and said, "Your father-in-law was killed!"
"Your father’s brother is dead!"
He roared in near fury, pounding his chest forcefully, tears finally streaming from his eyes.
"Are your old man’s words useless!?"
Seeing Shen Wen’an still standing there, Shen Yuan shouted in anger.
Shen Wen’an cupped his hand slightly, his figure flashed, and he flew away like a stream of light toward Hidden Dragon Mountain!
Watching his son disappear, Shen Yuan wobbled and sat down in front of Huang Qingzhou’s body.
Huang Lingxiu, under Zhao Xuan’s support, also stumbled forward and collapsed onto Huang Qingzhou’s body, crying mournfully.
In an instant, the entire Shen Family Manor was shrouded in silent grief.
For a long ti——
Shen Yuan wiped the tears from his eyes, struggled to stand, and said:
"Go, make arrangents for your father-in-law’s funeral."
His voice was sowhat hoarse. After speaking, he staggered towards the backyard of the manor.
Hu Yufen saw this, wanted to reach out to help, but was interrupted by his wave of dismissal.
"Let be alone for a while."
...
Western Wilderness, vast grassland.
A serpent-like formation of thousands of Western Wilderness Barbarian Race war soldiers was slowly advancing.
These soldiers were covered in blood, but their faces were adorned with the joy of victory.
Behind them, many young won in tattered clothes were tied together in a long line with ropes, stumbling forward.
On a few ox carts beside them, over a hundred children, ranging from five or six years old to infants still in swaddling clothes, were bound hand and foot and thrown into the cart beds.
The crying voices of children calling for their parents and the sobs of won were all drowned out by the wanton laughter of the Western Wilderness Barbarian Race war soldiers.
A stream of light flew in from afar.
The leading barbarian warriors, seeing this scene, all furrowed their brows and pulled their horses to a stop.
The stream of light suddenly transford into the figure of a man in a blue robe standing not far ahead.
Seeing this, all the soldiers in the ranks imdiately drew their weapons and charged, surrounding Shen Wen’an in the middle.
"Stop!"
The leading barbarian captain, seeing the situation, hurriedly shouted, then dismounted and approached Shen Wen’an respectfully.
"Pu Xian, leader of the Lanyu Tribe under Hundred Beasts Mountain, greets the Immortal."
Shen Wen’an glanced at him and asked, "Which tribe of the Western Wilderness attacked Yunzhong Yunshui Town last night?"
The man nad Pu Xian was stunned at first, seemingly having an inkling, imdiately cringing and bowing, "Replying to the Immortal, it was the Alai Gu Tribe."
"Alai Gu is a major tribe of the Western Wilderness, with a population of a hundred thousand, there are..."
"Where is the Alai Gu Tribe located?"
Shen Wen’an seed uninterested in hearing more and asked again.
Pu Xian hastily pointed to the southwest and said, "Immortal, head in that direction, within five hundred miles you will find the Alai Gu Tribe."
Shen Wen’an nodded, then looked towards the group of won tied together.
Seeing this, Pu Xian’s expression changed slightly, wanting to explain, but Shen Wen’an already spoke.
"Where are you from?"
The leading woman, seeing him inquiring, hurriedly kneeled down and lanted, "Immortal, save us, I am an ordinary commoner from Fengxian County Sanhe Village."
"These beasts attacked our village last night, killing and setting fires, all the old people and n in the village were slaughtered by them."
"Crops and houses were burned, the young won and children were all taken by them."
"We are from Cao Yu Village, Immortal, save us!"
"We..."
Seeing this, a group of won all knelt down and pleaded.
Pu Xian’s face turned ugly, sneakily glanced at Shen Wen’an, then cringingly cupped his hands: "Immortal, we are just following the orders of the Immortal of Hundred Beasts Mountain..."
Poof!
A dazzling Sword Aura flashed.
Pu Xian’s head flew off on cue, his headless body spraying blood and slowly fell!
The bloody scene frightened the won into horrified screams.
Around them, the other barbarian war soldiers seed unresponsive at first but seeing their own leader’s corpse, they sward forward.
Behind Shen Wen’an, streams of blue Sword Qi slowly appeared one after another.
In the next mont, the verdant grass blades around him suddenly floated off the ground!
Each blade of grass seed to transform into a sharp magic sword.
As Shen Wen’an waved his sleeve, countless rays of green light flew toward the barbarian warriors in front of him!
Thud!
Thud!
The sound of blades piercing through flesh echoed, and the bodies of thousands of barbarian warriors stiffened montarily before slowly collapsing to the ground.
This scene terrified the won who had been abducted, leaving them breathless as they stared in horror at the blue-clad young man before them.
Just a mont ago, they had hoped that the immortal before them would kill these beasts who had slaughtered their kin, burned their hos, and violated their bodies.
But now, seeing these people die horribly before them, their hearts were filled more with fear than satisfaction.
After dealing with the barbarian warriors, Shen Wen’an slowly turned around, intending to find trouble with the Alai Gu Tribe.
"Imm... immortal."
At this mont, a trembling voice sounded from a woman.
Shen Wen’an halted and turned back, looking at her with confusion.
Gathering her courage, the woman stood up and spoke, "I beg the immortal to save us."
"This is the prairie. If the immortal abandons us here, we, a group of won and young children, cannot survive..."
"Please, immortal, save us."
The other won also suppressed their fear and knelt down, pleading.
Seeing this, Shen Wen’an felt a headache.
He found killing relatively simple, but saving people was quite a troubleso matter.
Looking at the hundreds of won and the nurous children on ox carts, Shen Wen’an pondered for a mont and said, "There are horses here, and they should have dry food and water."
"Ride the horses and take the children along this path into the mountains."
"Travel for hundreds of miles, and you should encounter soone from my Shen Family, at which point you will be safe."
He had flown here with sword control, and his presence had already scared off the demon beasts and regular wild animals in the mountains, so they should not approach this area for a while.
"If you’re afraid of danger, you can also let soone who knows how to ride go into the mountains to find Shen Family mbers to co and fetch you."
Saying this, he directly flew away with his sword.
In the southwest part of the prairie, when Shen Wen’an arrived here with sword control, he indeed saw a rather large tribe.
Nurous yurts stood on either side of a winding river, and many cattle, sheep, and horses grazed lazily on the grassland.
Shen Wen’an sat cross-legged on a mound, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
There, a black dot was rapidly approaching.
The black dot quickly enlarged, revealing a terrifying giant eagle with a wingspan of more than ten feet.
The giant eagle flapped its wings, bringing gusts of wind as it landed not far from Shen Wen’an.
An elderly woman with a hunched figure and a thin elderly man with sparse silver hair on his head jumped down from the eagle’s back. The elderly man looked at Shen Wen’an doubtfully and said:
"You seem unfamiliar, may I know which Immortal Sect you belong to?"
"Why have you intruded into the territory of Hundred Beasts Mountain and wantonly slaughtered mortals?"
Shen Wen’an remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the two in front of him and the giant eagle behind them, secretly calculating whether he could kill them.
...
Fengxian County.
Li Heshan, returning from Jinghe Market, imdiately received a report from Liu Bufu, the Patriarch of the Liu Family in Fengxian County.
He reported that last night, over a dozen villages on the outskirts of Fengxian County were invaded by the Western Wilderness Barbarian Race.
Thousands of villagers were slaughtered, and all the won and children were abducted.
Moreover, the spirit rice in the Spirit Fields of those villages, nearly ripe, was looted entirely, while the unripe crops were burned on the spot, resulting in significant losses.
Upon hearing this, Li Heshan’s face darkened.
Liu Bufu added, "I received information that during the attack by the Western Wilderness Barbarian Race on Fengxian County, Yunzhong Shen Family’s Yunshui Town was also attacked."
"Patriarch Shen’s father-in-law perished."
The Shen Family was also attacked?
Li Heshan narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.
But before he could think further, a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly emanated from the direction of the prairie!
Li Heshan’s figure flickered, and he shot up into the sky.
In an instant, he saw from the direction of the Western Wilderness Grassland, a terrifying Sword Qi soaring into the sky!
"That is..."
"Junior Brother Wen’an made a move!?"
"Hundred Beasts Mountain also deployed a Fetal Breathing Realm expert!?"
Feeling the intensity of the battle, Li Heshan’s expression turned grave.
A battle involving Fetal Breathing Realm experts indicated a clash between Immortal Sects was imminent.
However, the Shen Family only had one Fetal Breathing Realm expert, Shen Wen’an, while Hundred Beasts Mountain was different.
The number of Fetal Breathing Realm experts numbered at least twenty, and counting those experts’ war beasts, the numbers would be even higher.
But the most terrifying was still that old monster of Hundred Beasts Mountain with cultivation reaching the Pseudo Pill Realm.
What to do now?
Personally, he very much wanted to rush to the grassland to assist Shen Wen’an.
But as the chief of Qiyun Valley and a future candidate for Sect Leader, making a move here would inevitably draw Qiyun Valley into the conflict.
While Li Heshan hesitated, far away in Yunzhong County, Wei Qiuling also sensed the ripple of spiritual power from the Fetal Breathing Realm experts clashing.
Combining this with the He Family’s recent report of the Shen Family being attacked, she imdiately guessed that it must have been Shen Wen’an who made a move.
And those he fought against must be the Fetal Breathing Realm experts from Hundred Beasts Mountain.
It should be noted that back when they excavated the Flood Dragon’s corpse, several Fetal Breathing Realm experts from Hundred Beasts Mountain had been stationed in Yangnao Land.
This ti, with Shen Wen’an storming the grasslands, he had to face more than one Fetal Breathing Realm expert.
Thinking of this, she hesitated only slightly before taking out a precious Communication Stone to report this intelligence to her sect in distant Danzhou.
On the grasslands, the terrifying aftershocks of the Fetal Breathing Realm experts’ battle only lasted for a mont before gradually dissipating.
Neither Wei Qiuling nor Li Heshan dared to venture deeply into the grasslands to spy on the outco of the battle.
After all, one wrong move would entangle their own sect into the conflict.
They were rely the chiefs and not the Sect Leaders, unable to make such monuntal decisions.
During the interval in which they chose to wait quietly, they both hoped Shen Wen’an would erge safely.
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