This eerie Taoist, standing motionless at the edge of the field like a scarecrow, did not move for a long time.
Several cultivators were approaching from afar, cursing something as they walked.
"These Spirit Farmers really have some nerve..."
"They’re hard to deal with."
"If this continues, our Sun Family is not going to have an easy time..."
"What does the Family Head even have in mind?"
"He seems quite wary of those few cultivators from outside..."
...
The few cultivators from outside?
Upon hearing this, the Taoist turned his head stiffly and gave them a glance.
The cultivators of the Sun Family stopped in their tracks upon noticing him, seeing that the Taoist had a weak aura, shabbily dressed in peculiar attire, they questioned:
"Who are you?"
The Taoist did not respond but let out a dull sound from his throat.
It was like an aged drum leaking air, unable to produce a clear sound.
"Is he a mute?"
"Wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, could he be one of those Spirit Farmers from East Mountain Village?"
"That can’t be right; he’s also wearing a Taoist robe inside, looks like a Taoist..."
"Some outsider?"
The several Sun Family cultivators discussed among themselves.
Meanwhile, the Taoist continued to watch them in silence.
One of the taller, thinner cultivators with a quick temper cursed:
"You poverty-stricken Taoist, what the hell are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out..."
Before his words were finished, the Taoist suddenly pounced towards him.
The tall, thin cultivator was startled and, in a rush, threw a punch, but just one punch knocked the Taoist to the ground.
He steadied his heart and then sneered:
"And here I thought you had some skills, daring to lay hands on me with just that?"
Then he walked over and started beating and kicking the Taoist, cursing while he hit:
"What trash? Hit me?"
The Taoist struggled a few times but could not fight back.
The other Sun Family cultivators cheered from the side.
They would usually flaunt the power of the Sun Family to bully others, beating up anyone who crossed them like this.
It was both an outlet for their anger and a way to uphold the dignity of the Sun Family.
After the tall, thin cultivator finished beating him, he sneered coldly, "That’ll teach you to watch where you’re looking!"
Having said that, he kicked the Taoist and prepared to leave.
However, the Taoist stretched out his withered hand and grabbed his foot.
The tall, thin cultivator struggled to break free several times without success, growing furious, he drew his knife.
He chopped off the Taoist’s hand with one strike.
But at the severed spot, only decayed flesh was present, with not a drop of blood.
The tall, thin cultivator felt a bit disgusted and a bit chilly, and decided to take a closer look at who this Taoist was, and why he was so strange.
He took a careful look at the Taoist’s face.
At this glance, he was startled.
The Taoist’s face was ordinary, but those eyes, pitch-black and hollow, like the eyes of a dead person.
Just one look made his head swim.
Suddenly, his Sea of Consciousness churned, he felt a headache and an urge to vomit.
At the same time, it was as if something invisible, sticky, and wet, climbed onto his head, then little by little, it burrowed into his divine chamber, drilling all the way into his Sea of Consciousness.
From inside the Sea of Consciousness, there came a sucking sound.
As if something was feeding...
The tall, thin cultivator felt an even stronger sensation of nausea and dizziness.
Nevertheless, this discomfort was momentary.
In the blink of an eye, he couldn’t feel anything anymore.