The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 889 - 489: Worries
She practiced the Insight Heart Method, which excelled at discovering problems from details. With this suspicion as a breakthrough point, it was not difficult to gather the desired intelligence from this tribe. At this moment, letting Dou Er showcase his skills could certainly awe the majority of the people. This was Ning Xiaoxian; if it were Changtian, no matter how extraordinary his observation was, he wouldn’t waste it on mortals.
At this point, Dou Er no longer wasted time and made way for Chief Pu to persuade the crowd. He understood in his heart that Chief Pu was not just a background figure. Even if he was considered an immortal in the eyes of mortals, he didn’t have the persuasive power and credibility of this local tyrant who had long sat as clan leader. Of course, he had already sent a transmission to the chief in advance: "Believe it or not, it’s up to you. But this matter is significant. If you don’t want the Pu Clan to be severed in your hands, it’s better to persuade everyone to migrate with me." Dou Er had spent most of his life dealing with all kinds of people and understood someone like Chief Pu well, who was ultimately bound by fame, duty, and clan.
Thus, when Chief Pu came up, he still persuaded everyone to move with sincerity and reason. Mindful of the urgent remaining time, he didn’t dare to speak much, but given his high prestige, most Pu Clan people’s expressions clearly showed intention to act, and they went home to pack up, preparing to flee from disaster.
In the next two hours, the entire Pu Clan fell into chaos, extremely busy. Due to the remoteness of this place, it had been peaceful for a long time, with each family having a considerable ancestral estate. To suddenly pack everything within more than half an hour was simply an impossible task.
After a while, the three Hidden Guards appointed to him by Ning Xiaoxian also arrived. She understood that what Dou Er needed was a deterring force. Among these three Hidden Guards, two were also broad and strong, nearly seven feet tall, though not as tall as Uncle Yao. But when they stood behind Dou Er as firm as half an iron tower, during patrols, the many Pu Clan people who saw him in their eyes carried fear, and their actions significantly sped up. He couldn’t help but sigh silently. Having dealt with mortals for most of his life was one thing, but how could the mistress, not yet twenty, also understand the human heart so profoundly?
After patrolling around, the three Hidden Guards followed his orders and began to roam the tribe, collecting intelligence:
"About thirty or more households have people unwilling to leave, mostly elderly folks hugging the house pillars crying, reluctant to leave. Among them, six families, totaling sixty-two people, from old to young, all plan to stay."
Dou Er merely muttered a slight "hmm," unfazed. The old tree has many roots; this was a large tribe of several thousand people. He never expected to take everyone without exception. No one knew better than he did that those left behind were waiting for death. However, most people in this world hold onto a fluke mentality, always thinking disaster won’t truly befall them. Just like before a typhoon, flood, or mudslide, no matter how they’re persuaded, elderly folks in many dangerous homes refuse to evacuate, they are immovable, refusing to part with their old homes.
But as for Dou Er, what does it matter if mortals want to stay and seek death themselves? If because of these few people, the entire Pu Clan’s lives were delayed, prioritizing the small over the big, how could the mistress ever reuse him again in the future?
Next came the negative news. In the tribe, a group of ruffians gathered in a dilapidated house to the east of the village, planning to make a fortune from the vacated houses once the evacuation began.
Due to the sudden turn of events, the Pu Clan could only take along their gold and silver, many valuable items would undoubtedly be left in the houses. For example, silver coins forgotten for many years buried under beds, various complete animal skins, beast bones, collected herbs, gemstone roughs, precious metals, excellent weapons, and even claws, teeth, horns left from wild animals. Beside the windows of many households hung unfully dried meat strips, while the pens still housed milk-producing yaks... They did not know that the shameful scene of discussing and snickering had been entirely recorded by the Hidden Guards.
Upon hearing this, Dou Er merely smiled slightly, not giving it any importance. Being wealthy requires staying alive to spend it. At the critical moment of escaping, these fools still wanted to stay to pick up scraps — truly seeking their own deaths. If God wouldn’t take them, it would be a pity.
After wandering around the village for a while, a continuous stream of gossip from the Hidden Guards came in, and he listened absentmindedly for a moment, then a piece of news caught his interest.
