Soon, the stone door opened.
True Word Venerable, clad in a fresh yellow long dress, flashed out.
She exchanged a glance with Fairy Yun Shang, immediately turned her face away in embarrassment, and said toward the secret chamber, "I am going back to Washing Moon Lake for a retreat."
"Don’t come looking for me again."
Then, with an instantaneous movement, she left the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion as if fleeing.
Fairy Yun Shang shook her head slightly, "What’s there to be ashamed of?"
"We both served one husband together."
Jiang Fan followed closely, also feeling too embarrassed to look at Fairy Yun Shang, and said,
"I will go to meet Jiuxiang Village Chief now."
Earlier, after moving the Connecting Sky Black Pillar to Wanxiang Village, a series of events occurred.
He almost forgot about the Asura Clan in Wanxiang Village.
Just as he was about to leave, he discovered a young man tied to a stone pillar outside the secret chamber. His hair was disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and his skin was turning black.
Who else could it be but Chen Jing?
But he was already dead.
His mouth was full of dried black blood.
A large pool of blood had formed on the ground, and in the blood lay half a tongue.
His face was twisted with pain and anger, his features contorted in a hideous grimace.
It turned out that Chen Jing couldn’t bear the inhuman pain.
He chose to bite off his tongue and commit suicide!
Jiang Fan, with no expression, flicked his fingers, and a mass of Netherworld Ghost Fire reduced his body to ashes.
There was not a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
Everything was brought upon himself by Chen Jing; he had no one else to blame!
Sect Master Hall.
Jiang Fan flashed over.
Jiuxiang Village Chief, who had been waiting in the hall for two days, breathed a sigh of relief:
"Young Master Jiang has finally finished his business."
Jiang Fan sat down with the help of a chair and said, "Jiuxiang Village Chief, how many villages have you contacted?"
Seeing Jiang Fan with two big eye circles and an exhausted look, Jiuxiang Village Chief suddenly became worried.
"Young Master Jiang, are you alright?"
"How about I prepare something for you to replenish yourself?"
"Dozens of villages are waiting for you to guide them; your health cannot fail."
Jiang Fan gave a guilty cough, "I over-practiced a bit, no harm, no harm."
"Jiuxiang Village Chief, have you recorded the coordinates of the villages willing to descend to the lower realm?"
Jiuxiang Village Chief took out a map while speaking:
"No wonder Young Master Jiang is so formidable; practicing to the point of exhaustion is unprecedented in the Heavenly Realm."
Jiang Fan’s face turned red.
He took a tactical sip of tea, then took the map and began to study it, saying, "There are over eighty villages?"
Jiuxiang Village Chief said helplessly, "There are still more than twenty villages unwilling to descend."
"They have their considerations; some fear the unfamiliarity of Central Earth, fearing the tribe’s migration might lead to disaster, choosing instead to stay in familiar areas to resist the Ancient Giants."
"Some are well-prepared with hiding resources, confident they can survive the Great Hunt."
"Others have been persuaded by traitors within their tribes to surrender to the Ancient Giants."
Jiang Fan listened, nodding slightly.
He was not surprised by this.
"It takes all kinds to make a world; each village has its considerations."
He did not insist on anything; getting over eighty villages to come was already quite good.
"Jiuxiang Village Chief must have put in a lot of effort persuading them to descend to the lower realm."
"Those unwilling, let them be."
"I will prepare briefly and then go to guide them down."
"There are still two days before the Great Hunt; there is time."
As Jiang Fan spoke, he took out some Yin Qi Vegetables: