He Cong put on a cloak to conceal his appearance and descended the mountain. Along the way, he saw many unfamiliar faces, most of them dressed in splendid attire with a sack-like bag around their waists, which was easily recognizable.
He remembered that Fang Mu seemed to have such a sack on him, but he didn't know what was special about these bags.
It seemed that what the fortune-teller said was true. These were all here to kill him on behalf of their sects.
"It seems I can't stay here for long!" He Cong murmured to himself.
He knew in his heart that with so many Immortal looking for him, he had nowhere to hide.
As for the letter of recommendation mentioned by the fortune-teller, he needed to think carefully about it. After all, he was still very unfamiliar with the strengths of other Immortal, so it would not be wise to act rashly.
Thinking this way, He Cong wandered through the streets and alleys, avoiding the Immortal who had entered the village, and headed towards the outskirts of the village.
When he reached the village entrance, he saw a man and a woman standing there, curiously looking around.
These two people both had a bag around their waists,like a Fang Mu.
The man had an ordinary appearance, but the woman was exceptionally beautiful, with a melon-seed face, fair skin, and a slender figure. She looked like she was in her early twenties, like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world.
At this moment, the woman was looking around curiously, seeming very interested in the things in the village.
"Senior Brother, this time we really have to thank that people who killed the mortal. Otherwise, my father would never have let me leave the sect." Standing next to the woman, the man smiled bitterly and said, "Many of our fellow disciples have come down the mountain this time to complete the mission of killing the demonic cultivator. On the contrary,And you're here to travel."
"He he, if it weren't for that person violating the rules of the cultivation world and killing mortals, how could I have an excuse to come down the mountain? I've been practicing in the sect every day, and I'm almost suffocating!" The woman pouted, complaining.
As the woman spoke, she suddenly saw a figure in a cloak in front of her and said in surprise, "Senior Brother, look, that person looks strange!"
The man looked ahead and a glint flashed between his eyes.
When the man took a closer look at He Cong, it was as if He Cong's whole body had been seen through. Sensing the danger, He Cong turned to leave. The two people, however, became even more suspicious of He Cong's suspicious behavior.
"Stop!"
The man shouted loudly, and at the same time,free the woman beside him pointed a finger at He Cong.
"Paralyze him!"
With that command, He Cong felt his whole body stiffen, as if he had been hit by a paralysis talisman, unable to move.
Feeling anxious, He Cong quickly activated his spiritual power with a mantra,try to break.
The woman's movements were extremely fast, and in a flash, she was in front of him.
Almost at the same time, under the impact of the spiritual power in He Cong's body, the restrictions on him were broken. Just as he regained his mobility, he collided with the woman who had flashed in front of him.
He instinctively reached out and inexplicably pulled the woman into his arms.
The next moment, a fragrance filled his nose.
He Cong had never been in contact with women before, let alone encountering one with such extraordinary beauty. For a moment, he was frozen in place, his mind blank.
He felt a sudden heat in his lower abdomen, causing the woman to first be startled, then her pretty face flushed red as she quickly pushed him away.
"Miss, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry," He Cong didn't know what to do in that moment, so he could only apologize.
The woman gave a cold snort, her eyes glancing at He Cong's lower abdomen, and she said, "You're already like this down there, and you say it's not intentional!"
With that, the woman walked up to him and raised her hand to deliver a slap.
He Cong knew this was not something he could control, but he also felt that he had indeed offended her, taking advantage of her, so he stood there, letting the woman vent her frustration.
After a while of scolding, the woman's anger gradually subsided. She turned to the man beside her and said, "Forget it, Senior Brother, let's go."
The man known as Senior Brother did not respond, his gaze still on He Cong. He had always been interested in his junior sister, but he never expected her to be taken advantage of by such a person. He felt somewhat displeased.
"Junior Sister, wait a moment. I find this person very suspicious!" The man looked at He Cong and asked, "What's your name, and which sect do you belong to?"
"I am A immortal who practices alone, without a sect, just passing through here," He Cong made up.
"You sure?" The man frowned, sneering, "You look more like a demonic immortal who kills mortals!"
He Cong's face changed slightly, but he knew in his heart that at this moment, he needed to stay calm. He said calmly, "As I said, I'm just passing through."
"He's the demonic cultivator who killed mortals!" At this moment, a person walked out from afar.
When the man heard that He Cong was the demonic cultivator who killed mortals, his face became even colder. He said coldly, "You killed mortals before, offended my junior sister now, today I will take your life!"
"He he, it's ridiculous!" He Cong laughed bitterly, "I only killed to avenge someone. It was that person who deserved to die. You have no grievances with me, yet you want to take my life, calling me a demonic cultivator. I think you are the demonic immortal!"
He Cong raised his fist, his eyes bloodshot. Seeing He Cong like this, the man mocked, "What, do you still want to fight?"
He Cong struggled in his eyes for a moment, but in the end, he did not dare to strike. Just Senior Brother alone was not someone he could deal with, let alone two other immortal whose strength he did not know.
At this moment, he was in great turmoil, with countless thoughts of escaping this place flashing through his mind. As time passed, he saw more and more immortal surrounding him.
These immortal, upon seeing He Cong, did not say much, directly attacking him. In his desperation, He Cong could only stick the lightness talisman given to him by the fortune-teller on his body. With the assistance of the talisman, his speed increased several times, barely dodging the attacks of other immortal. He originally planned to break through with the speed of the talisman, but just as he dodged a round of attacks, he found that the lightness talisman on his body had run out of spiritual power. His figure slowed down, and he was hit in the chest by a punch, sending him flying. Struggling to stand up, he realized that the spiritual power on his body had been exhausted. Without spiritual power to support him, he was simply unable to deal with so many immortal. Seeing no hope of escape, a hint of despair flashed across his face.
"Stop, I don't think he's a bad person. There may be something we don't know about him. What he said makes sense. We are righteous immortal. Bullying him like this, how are we different from demonic immortal?"
At this moment, the woman stood in front of He Cong and spoke up.
He Cong remembered that the woman had not laid a hand on him before. He didn't expect her to step forward to plead for him now. His heart warmed, but he heard the immortal around him coldly say, "We came here to fulfill the sect's mission. Regardless of whether this person is right or wrong, moreover, this person has admitted to killing mortals, the evidence is conclusive. Faced with such a demonic immortal, why spare him?"