The vengeful ghosts outside didn’t withstand Xie Zhuo’s sword for long.
Over the past half month, Xie Zhuo seemed to have become more adept at killing.
In less than half an incense stick’s time, the vengeful ghosts outside were completely cleared away.
The immortals and villagers inside the barrier watched what seemed like an incredible performance, all of them stunned.
Only after the main god Ji confirmed that all the evil spirit aura outside had dissipated did he withdraw the barrier.
He was the first to walk out.
The Xie Zhuo outside, however, paid no attention to the people here. The round thing in his arms seemed to move a little, and he lowered his head with some concern, focusing only on what he held. His expression showed no sense that he had just done something extraordinary.
The main god Ji walked up to Xie Zhuo and nodded to him: “I am Ji, the main god of Mount Magpie. May I ask your name?”
Xie Zhuo glanced at the main god Ji: “Name?”
The main god Ji paused slightly: “Your name, or, how should I address you?”
“Xie Zhuo.”
The main god Ji, didn’t delve into which characters made up his name. It seemed this wasn’t important to him. The next question was what the main god Ji was most concerned about:
“Why are you here?” He glanced at Xie Zhuo’s still-dripping sword. “This cultivation technique of yours is it… from the Snow Wolf tribe?”
At the mention of the Snow Wolf tribe, Xie Zhuo’s expression finally showed a slight change. He looked at the main god Ji earnestly: “That’s none of your concern.”
Xie Zhuo, holding what was in his arms, turned to leave.
I watched anxiously, supporting myself on my lame leg, limping toward him.
But with my current form—a small cripple missing one of two legs—I was worse off than before as a dog missing one of four legs. How could I catch up with Xie Zhuo’s long strides?
Fortunately, the main god Ji, wanted to keep him.
“Young Master Xie Zhuo.” The main god Ji, stopped him.
He addressed him as “Young Master,” but Xie Zhuo now wore coarse clothes, dressed no differently from the fleeing villagers behind me. Calling him “Young Master” sounded rather strange to my ears.
Xie Zhuo seemed to find it a bit odd, too, but since he had been addressed, he stood in place.
Perhaps it was because few people had actively called to him like this before.
Xie Zhuo looked at the main god Ji: “Do you need me to do something?”
As he spoke, he appeared quite practiced, suggesting that during the half month since I left him, he had encountered many people in the Northern Wilderness who had emerged seeking help…
After all, the Northern Wilderness was now in chaos.
“I can’t stay long,” Xie Zhuo said. “I have matters to attend to.”
Watching this, I found it both amusing and sad.
He now understood the rule of stating unpleasant facts upfront. He must have suffered from being constantly asked for help.
Since leaving the ice and snow forest, Xie Zhuo had stepped into the mortal world. Even in the sparsely populated Northern Wilderness, he had acquired a hint of worldliness.
Looking at him, I thought this was good.
But thinking about how each sentence he spoke now came with heart-piercing pain, I felt deep sympathy, wishing I could answer all the main god Ji’s questions for him.
I moved more urgently toward him.
“You have matters to attend to?” The main god Ji, inquired. “May I ask, what important business does Young Master have?”
“Kill the Evil God.” Xie Zhuo didn’t avoid the question at all. His expression was as hard as a blade, just like the day he left the ice and snow forest.
At these words, the main god Ji fell silent suddenly, and all the immortal soldiers behind him froze.
The main god Ji, immediately looked back, not wanting more people to know about this matter at this time. This was evident from the way he concealed it from all the refugees at Mount Magpie.
Behind them, the villagers were more concerned with their belongings. Earlier, the possessed man had scattered their things everywhere. With the crisis over, everyone was gathering their remaining possessions. No one was deliberately listening to their conversation.
Only I, dragging one leg, incongruously approached them.
The main god Ji’s gaze instantly swept over me.
Compared to his compassion thousands of years later, at this time, still in his divine form, he appeared much more severe.
I shuddered under his stare, even wondering if he had seen through my soul… after all, it was he who had personally separated my soul from my body.
I hesitated, then thought: Since I wanted to tell Xie Zhuo about the Evil God, I might as well be straightforward about my identity, reveal everything about the future, and just tell the main god Ji directly.
Having Xie Zhuo and the main god Ji contact all the main gods now to deal with the Evil God together—wouldn’t that make victory easier?
After all, they shared a common enemy, and I wasn’t here to harm them.
With this in mind, I more determinedly walked toward him.
But the main god Ji, turned to whisper to a soldier beside him: “Take the survivors back to Mount Magpie first.”
The soldier acknowledged the order and turned to lead the villagers away.
Meanwhile, the main god Ji led Xie Zhuo farther away.
I felt both anxious and angry. Were a god and a demon intentionally taking advantage of my crippled state today?
What had been a short distance seemed to stretch as they walked, making it seem like I would never catch up!