The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 835 - 460: Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Land (Part 2)

As soon as they saw a few people open their mouths, the bandits who had just finished stripping valuables off the corpses gathered around. Some were still slightly panting, clearly the excitement from the slaughter hadn’t worn off yet. In contrast, the Hidden Guards were much calmer, silently moving behind Ning Xiaoxian like statues. Their demeanor of treating killing as nothing stirred the others in the scene to glance at them repeatedly.

Fu Yunzhang’s expression was the most peculiar, as he had already recognized these cold-eyed individuals carrying the unique aura of Hidden Stream demons. His heart couldn’t help but tremble: this woman, to think she could thrive in a strange place like Hidden Stream.

One of the Hidden Guards stepped forward, holding a person and said, "Lord Ning, how should we deal with this person?"

The person in his hand was the Flower-picking Envoy, Zhongli Hao. Qing Ji had left in a disgrace himself; how could the Green Armor Guards still bother about him? At this moment, he knew the tides had turned and stood dejectedly in front of everyone, not daring to make a sound, no longer acting with arrogance as he did the past two days.

According to Ning Xiaoxian’s original plan, she was supposed to kill the guy with a single stroke and then throw him into the God Demon Prison as fertilizer. After all, his cultivation was too low, and occupying a cell was a waste. She stroked her chin, yet before she could speak, Hu Huoer already said, "Xiao Xian, can we handle this guy ourselves? We have some unresolved issues with him."

Since she spoke up, how could Ning Xiaoxian refuse? The bandits immediately took Zhongli Hao over, while bringing all the maids from the bronze cart, counting their numbers.

Although the fight just now was intense, the maids had shrunk inside the bronze cart without moving, so they were unharmed, except for two or three who escaped. Therefore, the convoy still had about thirty shivering beautiful girls left. When they got off the cart and saw the Asura hell-like scene with corpses strewn across the battlefield, some brave ones were pale with fright, while most of them clung to the nearby trees and vomited uncontrollably or fainted directly.

Hulian Minmin descended as well, pale with fear, yet at this moment showed more strength than the others, though her delicate body was on the verge of collapse.

No matter how pretty a person is, the vomit still carries a sour and rotten smell, drifting over the battlefield and adding a second terrible scent to the scene. Ning Xiaoxian smiled bitterly and said, "It’s really impossible to stay here. Leader Fu, Sister Huo’er, take everyone away first, point me in a direction. I’ll clean up here and catch up with you afterward."

Killing might be easy, but cleaning up a battlefield is a hassle that almost leads to despair. Naturally, she volunteered for the task, and nobody would fight her for it. Besides, the bandits had already stripped the valuable items off the corpses, like the Green Armor on the Green Armor Guards, robbing them clean. Thus, the bandits happily sent the maids back onto the carts and sped off.

Ning Xiaoxian stayed where she was until their silhouettes vanished, then turned back to instruct the Hidden Guards, "Get to work."

She didn’t need anyone to dig holes to bury the corpses nor to destroy evidence, the soil could swallow everything. The Hidden Guards promptly set to work, piling all the bodies in front of her, which she then absorbed into the God Demon Prison.

The Hidden Guards were ruthless, they didn’t need prisoners, so there were no injured present.

"As they say, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. Brothers, since we’re only left with stinking leather bags, instead of rotting in the ground, let’s let the soil have them." She muttered a prayer, so a quarter of an hour later, only the blood remained on the ground, while not a single corpse was left. Be it the Beauty Collection Team’s guards or Green Armor Army’s demons, the soil accepted them all.

She didn’t worry about the Mingshui Sect causing trouble for the Hulian Tribe, because after leaving the tribe, Zhongli Hao sent a message to the sect every half day. Even if the Mingshui Sect discovered the team’s complete destruction, they would only think they encountered bandits halfway, none knowing the twists within.

Once the matter settled, she called upon the Hidden Guards to leave, but halfway through, Changtian suddenly said, "Met something interesting, come in first."

She complied and entered the God Demon Prison, where an unusual thing had occurred—a corpse among those meant to be thrown into the soil suddenly reanimated.

This guy actually feigned death, and somehow managed to evade the Hidden Guards’ detection, intending to be buried or wait until the Murder Demons left before sneaking away. Little did he know they brought the bodies into an odd space. When he secretly opened his eyes, what he saw was a garden filled with splendor, where vibrant colorful flowers and grasses swayed gently in the breeze, thriving and attracting bees and butterflies. Several sentient ginsengs and Snow Ganoderma Dolls were wildly running in the herbal fields. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Beside the lush fields stood two small wooden houses quietly, with a porch in front holding a delicate rocking chair, and a swing nailed on. When the wind rises, it gently moves in tandem with the sounding chimes under the eaves.

This should be a dreamlike pastoral scene, but the person felt his legs tremble, his stomach tightened, nearly scared to wet himself. The reason was simple—he just noticed that the soil before him was actually a transparent deep purple color, and it moved.

The pile of corpses tossed onto the soil, he got lucky, ending up piled on top. He watched, eyes wide open, as the bodies under his bottom were silently swallowed by the creeping earth, then... vanished.

One body, two bodies, three bodies... Whether human or demon, these remains were instantly decomposed, leaving not even a trace behind. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)