Chu Lingwei had Illusion Cat take the young king of the Violent Dogs to a secluded spot and deliver it to the Violent Dogs at the bottom of the mine.
"Master, those female cultivators have all left safely," Shui Yi's voice came. "I told them that if they want to live, they must leave Xianmo City as soon as possible."
These trapped female cultivators knew that they were deliberately being fed to the seventh-tier spirit beast in the cave by the people in the mine.
The mine was operated by the City Lord of Xianmo City. It was not difficult to guess who was responsible for this matter. If they wanted to survive, they had to leave quickly.
"That's good, let's go too."
Chu Lingwei changed her appearance to that of a man and, like a cultivator who had just escaped from the mine, fled outward in a sorry state.
"Huh, these Violent Dogs have all retreated."
Some of those who were constantly fighting the Violent Dogs that rushed out suddenly saw the Violent Dogs in front of them slowly retreating back into the mine and someone couldn't help but exclaim.
Chu Lingwei waved her sword, looking at the Violent Dogs whose eyes no longer held any ferocity, and slowly retreated. She knew that the young king had played its role.
"Let's hurry up and leave. I will never come to this accursed place again," a cultivator said, popping a pill into his mouth after seeing the Violent Dogs retreat, and turned to run.
They were tricked into coming here to kill Violent Dogs. They didn't earn much spirit stone, and almost lost their lives.
This was simply tricking them into coming to their deaths.
The cultivators who were still looking at each other in confusion were startled by the shouts of the departing cultivators and quickly retreated, hurrying to leave.
Now, while the guards here hadn't reacted yet, they could abandon this mission. At worst, they would just not come to Xianmo City again.
No, even if others invited them to Xianmo City in the future, they wouldn't come.
The City Lord of Xianmo City was a scoundrel who devoured people and spat out bones. He tricked them with a few low-grade spirit stones to risk their lives for him, which was simply inhumane.
All the cultivators fled one after another. Most of the guards here were injured, and their City Lord might have been injured. They had no time to stop these people.
Chu Lingwei, mixed in with these people, flew outward quickly on her spiritual sword.
Upon returning to Xianmo City, it was already in chaos, with many people showing signs of panic.
Chu Lingwei couldn't help but be surprised. The mine only collapsed, and it was this serious.
Instead of returning to the inn where they had originally stayed, Chu Lingwei took Shui Yi and directly stayed at the Leng Family Restaurant, without revealing her identity.
Half a day later.
The gate of Xianmo City was heavily guarded, and the entire street was filled with strong individuals, including some powerful figures.
"Two fellow Daoists, your lunch has arrived."
The waiter knocked on the door and delivered Chu Lingwei and her companion's lunch.
"What's going on outside? Why are there so many powerful figures here?" Chu Lingwei couldn't help but chuckle. She used to think that there were very few powerful figures in the entire Xuantian Continent. Now, these people were willing to risk their lives for the City Lord of Xianmo City. It was true that anything could be obtained if the price was right.
Seeing that Chu Lingwei seemed oblivious to what was happening outside, the waiter's expression changed drastically. He lowered his voice and said, "Two fellow Daoists, you have only just arrived in Xianmo City and don't know much about the situation here. I advise you to avoid going out for the next few days."
"Why? Did something major happen?" Chu Lingwei intended to find out.
"This... this, I don't know either. However, I advise two fellow Daoists not to ask right now." The waiter's expression was very grim. After speaking, he directly withdrew from the room.
Chu Lingwei watched the waiter leave and said to Shui Yi beside her, "It seems we've come at the wrong time."
"Yes."
For three consecutive days, the tense atmosphere in Xianmo City did not lessen; instead, it became more severe.
Xianmo City Lord's Mansion.
"Young Master Leng, do you have any solutions?" Zhuang Feng asked anxiously as he watched Leng Xingzhi diagnose his father.
"My abilities are limited, and I have no solution."
Leng Xingzhi sighed and shook his head. "City Lord Zhuang is seriously injured, and his spiritual veins have been damaged."
Zhuang Feng staggered back a step. The damage to his spiritual veins meant that even if his father was saved, he would become a cripple.
"I must tear that woman into ten thousand pieces."
Zhuang Feng clenched his fists tightly. That woman was too audacious. Not only did she ruin his decade of hard work, but she also crippled his father. This person was truly hateful.
Listening to Zhuang Feng's curses, a dark light flashed in Leng Xingzhi's eyes.
"Young Master Zhuang, who injured City Lord Zhuang?"
"I don't know. That woman was too cunning, and we were caught off guard." Zhuang Feng gritted his teeth in hatred when he thought of that woman, but he had no way to deal with her.
"How can that be? City Lord Zhuang was about to ascend to the Supremacy realm. Even City Lord Zhuang didn't notice..." Leng Xingzhi's voice held a different meaning. "Who could have a grudge against City Lord Zhuang?"
Zhuang Feng looked up. He had been thinking about this question for the past few days. Many people had died in their mine because they obtained the young king.
They had never thoroughly investigated the identities of these people. Could it be that someone's relative had come for revenge?
If that were the case, then he...
Zhuang Feng's expression turned grim. The most troublesome thing for him now was that the young king had been stolen. He didn't know what Xianmo City would face.
"Young Master Leng, is there really no way to save my father?" Zhuang Feng's eyes showed sadness. If his father fell, Xianmo City would have difficulty establishing itself.
"It's not that there's no way."
Leng Xingzhi glanced at Zhuang Feng's expression and revealed a sarcastic smile. "It requires a ten-thousand-year-old Immortal Sculpting Flower. Perhaps it can save City Lord Zhuang's life."
Upon hearing "ten-thousand-year-old Immortal Sculpting Flower," Zhuang Feng staggered back a step.
Now, there wasn't even a thousand-year-old Immortal Sculpting Flower on the Xuantian Continent. Where would he find a mature Immortal Sculpting Flower?
"Is there no other way?"
Leng Xingzhi shook his head. "Only a ten-thousand-year-old Immortal Sculpting Flower can save City Lord Zhuang."
Zhuang Feng took a deep breath. Leng Xingzhi's words were clear enough. If he couldn't find a ten-thousand-year-old Immortal Sculpting Flower, his father would die soon.
"Thank you, Young Master Leng."
"You're welcome. Then I'll take my leave."
Leng Xingzhi nodded and left the City Lord's Mansion of Xianmo City, returning to the restaurant.
"Young Master." The innkeeper was surprised to see Leng Xingzhi. Why would their young master appear in such a small place as Xianmo City?
"Mm."
Leng Xingzhi nodded, sent a transmission talisman to his junior sister, and sat down at the stone table in the backyard, dismissing all guards.
Chu Lingwei was cultivating when she suddenly received a transmission talisman. She opened it and was surprised for a moment. "Senior Brother?"
When she arrived in the backyard, she indeed saw her senior brother holding a cup of spiritual tea, smiling at her. "Junior sister's travel speed truly leaves me in the dust."