Within a tent—
"Hmm."
Clenching and opening his right hand repeatedly, Long Hua tries to adjust himself to the combat body, which he had taken over via the use of his divine senses, and mastery over the metal elements.
Attire wise, it's the standard dress shirt with a pair of dark trousers.
And to make it seem like he had been through a tough battle—in places unknown, bandages were wrapped around the exposed portions of his body.
Dressed in her usual maid attire, Tian Cheng asks—
"Does master truly intend to fight against two Immortal realm practitioners at once?"
"If it comes down to it, I will. I can maintain my current state for a couple of days. With how badly wounded that surnamed Xia is, they're bound to be having an urgent meeting right now. Honestly, I don't think this world can endure the exchange of three Immortal realm practitioners going at it. They'll probably send in only one Immortal realm practitioner with a bunch of lower realm practitioners."
Rising off the ground, Long Hua opens the tent's entrance, and heads outside.
"…"
And seeing the number of villagers, who are still in the middle of offering prayers, Long Hua shakes his head—for he finds this sight extremely unpleasant to his eyes.
"…"
Just as Tian Cheng emerges from the tent as well—
"You…?"
"…?"
"…"
Long Hua turns his head to the side, and sees Hui Sang, along with Xu Tian Kun.
"…"
"…"
Glancing between the sphere of golden radiance and the Long Hua, who is currently standing in front of them, the two are somewhat confused by the situation.
Shrugging a shoulder, Long Hua says—
"Something like a spare body, don't worry too much about it."
"You, I, they…"
Lost as to how she should address Long Hua at this point, Hui Sang finds it difficult to even formulate a complete sentence.
This person is their village's deity, and yet, he is also the despicable person who had brought misfortune to their village.
"Ai, surnamed Hui, your village was already screwed even before I came here. Sooner or later, you all would have to join the rest of society. All I did was accelerated the situation."
"…Kuh…!"
The fact that this despicable person has the face to say this with such a laxed tone, it's unbearable to say the least.
Raising a sigh, Xu Tian Kun says—
"Enough, Hui Sang, what's done is already done."
"But Ancestor Xu!"
"Enough. He's right in saying that we were screwed even before he came here… We wouldn't have been able to last through another reset anyways."
Adding to this, Long Hua says—
"Exactly, so even if you blame me, it's all but meaningless."
"I still want to sock you in the face!"
Just as Hui Sang takes one step forward—
"Ancestor Xu."
"Hui Sang."
Zhu Xu and Yang Hai walk over.
"…"
Staring at her clenched right fist, Hui Sang heaves a heavy sigh, while slumping her shoulders.
"…"
Turning to Zhu Xu, Xu Tian Kun asks—
"Our numbers?"
"Everyone in the village managed to live."
"I see."
A smile of relief appears on Xu Tian Kun and Hui Sang's faces.
But rather quickly, Xu Tian Kun's expression darkens, as she states—
"They're going to come back for another fight."
Having rid herself of the Leng Bing Realm's branding, Xu Tian Kun was able to understand every word spoken by Xia Chen Hai, and through the use of her limited divine senses, she was also able to hear the statements that Long Hua had made.
"Ah?"
Widening his eyes, Yang Hai freezes in place. After everything that they have just been through, not a single person is ready for another fight.
"…"
Having been beside Xu Tian Kun the entire time, Hui Sang was already informed of the situation—causing her to send a sharp glare at Long Hua, who had orchestrated everything.
"Ancestor Xu, we…- Wh-What do we do now?"
Towards Yang Hai's question, Xu Tian Kun heaves a sigh, and says—
"Gather everyone."
...…
In the span of half an hour, everyone gathers at the river's shore.
Due to the way Xu Tian Kun's body is, all the foreign weapon spirits are confused.
"Sh-She…?"
"A ghost?"
"This isn't… Scientific at all…"
"A deity exists. At this point, who can say that ghosts don't?"
"…"
Stepping forward, Xu Tian Kun states—
"I am the ancestor of this village. Everyone calls me Ancestor Xu. And as you can see, I am indeed a ghost."
To skip having to explain herself too thoroughly, Xu Tian Kun glances at the sphere of golden radiance, and adds—
"Long story short—with our deity's power, almost nothing is impossible."
"…Hard to argue."
"…Believable."
Accepting this explanation, the crowd turns mute, as they focus on Xu Tian Kun's next statement, which is—
"In any case, I've come bearing grim news. This battle, it's far from over. Once more, the Immortals will come."
"What?"
"How soon?"
"After all that?"
Almost immediately discussions broke out among the weapon spirits.
Waiting for these discussions to die down, Liang Jin He asks—
"So, what now? Don't tell me you expect us outsiders to help you again? We've lost most of our forces from just that one exchange; and need I remind you—that we were only up against a bit over 120 Immortals?!"
"Exactly!"
"We want compensation for our losses!"
Agreeing with Liang Jin He's words unanimously, the foreign weapon spirits all raised their arms in protest, and towards this, Zhu Xu steps forward, and shouts—
"Quiet down!"
"…"
"…"
Intimidated, silence returns to the air, and taking over, Xu Tian Kun says—
"Compensation will be given of course. As for asking you all to help once more… I intend to do just that. There's more of you outside, right? Have them enter this ruin."
"And if we don't?"
Gazing back at Liang Jin He, Xu Tian Kun smiles faintly, and replies—
"If you don't… Expect a rear line to open."
"…"
Hearing this, Liang Jin He's expression turns deathly pale.
Today, they found out that level six isn't the limit for practitioners, and if they are forced to fight a war on two fronts—extinction is all but inevitable.