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The night was still and silent, the starry sky dazzling.

Yet, every household in Xiafeng Village was brightly lit, especially the village inn, where many sought to drown their sorrows in wine.

But despite the crowd, the inn was eerily quiet.

The villagers all looked haggard, with dark circles under their eyes, several holding bowls that trembled slightly, on the verge of falling asleep.

Their companions hurriedly patted their bodies, preventing them from drifting into slumber.

Just then, a man and a woman walked through the inn's entrance.

Both were exceptionally attractive, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, like a match made in heaven, who would have attracted countless gazes at any other time.

But now, the customers in the inn had no heart for admiration, their swaying heads looking as if they would fall asleep any second.

"Innkeeper, two rooms," Chen Changsheng said, lightly tapping the counter, startling the drowsy innkeeper awake.

"I'm sorry, honored guest, but we're all booked up.

If you don't mind, you can spend the night in the lobby.

There are still a few empty seats over there; you might consider sharing a table," the innkeeper said with a smile.

Chen Changsheng frowned and looked in the direction the innkeeper indicated, seeing a black-robed man occupying a table alone in the corner.

From his travel-worn appearance, he was likely a traveler as well, while the rest of the occupied seats were filled with local villagers.

From the moment he entered Xiafeng Village, Chen Changsheng felt that everything was strange.

Staying up all night, everyone drowsy but afraid to sleep, running to the inn to cultivate through the night?

"Master, why aren't they sleeping?" Miao Miao asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure.

Let's just eat something and leave tonight."

Chen Changsheng had seen many cultivators like this on the road; as long as you didn't disturb them, it was fine.

So he and Miao Miao sat down, their eyes quietly surveying the surroundings.

Although the village seemed strange, with a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator present, there shouldn't be too much of a problem.

If even the Foundation Establishment stage cultivator was scared away, that would be a big problem!

After ordering some hot dishes, Chen Changsheng and Miao Miao ate slowly.

During the meal, Chen Changsheng struck up a conversation with the drowsy old man next to him.

"Why aren't the people in your village sleeping?

Has there been some kind of demonic or evil event?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's face immediately showed distress.

He glanced at the dark doorway, then at the sword case behind Chen Changsheng, and then said cautiously, "Seeing you carrying a sword case, you must be a cultivator.

I'll be honest with you, our village has indeed encountered a strange event.

Whenever we fall asleep, we dream of being chased by monsters, and if we die in the dream, we really die!"

"Some passing cultivators tried to help before, but they all died in their dreams!"

"If you two Daoists are willing to help, please do what you can.

If there's really no way, our village will have to move away…"

The old man sighed heavily.

Moving the village sounded simple, but it was actually very difficult.

Not to mention whether the ancestral graves should be moved, just the arduous journey over mountains and rivers would be deadly.

Unless absolutely necessary, mortals in the cultivation world basically wouldn't travel far.

Chen Changsheng fell into thought after hearing this.

If it was just a minor demon causing trouble, he wouldn't mind eliminating it casually, but if it was a major demon, he would definitely run away with his foolish disciple at the first opportunity.

The key was that the old man gave too little information, not even knowing the demon's true form, let alone its cultivation level.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but look towards the black-robed cultivator, asking softly, "Fellow Daoist, do you know the situation in the village?"

Seeing this Foundation Establishment stage cultivator so calm, perhaps he knew something?

However, the other party responded with a disdainful sneer: "What does it have to do with me?

Even if I knew, I wouldn't bother telling you."

"Whether to take action or not indeed depends on the Daoist's willingness; this matter cannot be forced."

Chen Changsheng's expression remained unchanged.

The other party's attitude was too indifferent; he wouldn't continue to offer a warm face to a cold backside.

"Miao Miao, come with me for a walk."

"Okay."

Miao Miao was very obedient, following behind her master with a huff and a puff.

The two wandered through the dark and silent village, venturing deep into the dark woods.

Chen Changsheng took out a bronze mirror and shone it around, the mirror revealing a small world, projecting the entire village within it.

The true form of the evil controlling the village was also clearly displayed in the mirror.

A hundred-zhang centipede phantom was suspended in the air, thousands of slender legs slowly undulating, releasing wisps of black gas, enveloping the entire Xiafeng Village!

But the centipede didn't dare to forcibly invade the village; it was afraid of the outsiders who had entered the village—that black-robed Foundation Establishment stage cultivator!

At the same time, the centipede's cultivation level was also revealed by the bronze mirror.

Ninth layer of Qi Refinement!

Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

A monster of only the ninth layer of Qi Refinement was not worth worrying about at all.

He thought it was a Foundation Establishment stage demon, but it turned out to be just a centipede demon with extremely strong hiding abilities.

"Master, the bug is so big, are we going to run?" Miao Miao said blankly.

"Don't worry, your teacher can easily destroy it."

After putting away the bronze mirror, the two returned to the inn.

Chen Changsheng looked at the black-robed cultivator again, saying calmly, "Fellow Daoist, you saw through the truth of the village from the beginning.

To you, a small centipede demon is nothing more than a flick of the finger away, why choose to remain indifferent?"

Judging from the other party's aura, he cultivated orthodox sect techniques.

Clearly not an evil demonic cultivator, and the centipede wasn't his pet, yet he condoned the demon's destruction of mortal lives, which was inconsistent with the righteousness of orthodox sects.

Although not every orthodox cultivator was like Daoist Slayer of Demons, eliminating demons and monsters everywhere, they would choose to casually eliminate harmful demons a hundred times weaker than themselves when they encountered them.

Accumulating a wave of merit with a flick of a finger, why not do it?

The black-robed cultivator in front of him was completely different; he was very cold, even his heart was ice-cold.

Not that he didn't want to accumulate merit, nor that he deliberately wanted to harm the people in the village, he simply didn't want to bother.

Like humans observing insects and animals preying on each other, he was indifferent to who lived or died.

None of his business, he would never interfere.

"What if it can be destroyed with a flick of a finger?

They're just a bunch of ants, dying is just their fate."

The man sneered repeatedly, seemingly not wanting to listen to Chen Changsheng, and directly got up and walked out of the inn.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he suddenly turned back, and at the same time, unfolded a scroll in his hand, asking Chen Changsheng, "Have you seen this person before?"

Chen Changsheng glanced at it casually, his heart stirring.

Wasn't this his disguised 'Chen Xizhong'?

"Chen Xizhong, who took the Taiji Pan fruit, I've only seen him in paintings.

Are you also looking for this person for the Taiji Pan fruit?" Chen Changsheng deliberately showed a puzzled expression, asking in return.

The black-robed man immediately snorted coldly, anger surging in his eyes: "Chen Xizhong my ass, he's a fake."

He paused, then suddenly grinned.

"Thank you for your worthless answer.

As a reward, I'll let you, also an ant, witness the collective tragic death of your companions."

Whoosh!

The black-robed man waved his sleeve, and a fragrance suddenly filled the air.

Chen Changsheng frowned, immediately mobilizing his true energy to block the gas, but a few wisps of the scent still drifted into the inn.

The drowsy villagers seemed to have been hit with a sleeping spell, collapsing onto the tables one after another…