Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

"I'm not going to the Eastern Wasteland! I'm not going!"

Ning Fanyu shouted loudly.

His biological parents have contacted him over the years, but the living conditions there are simply incomparable to what he enjoys now.

Every time, the parents would complain or even curse, and instigate Ning Fanyu to take control of the Ning family business so that they could take them back home one day.

"You can't do this to me, the elders won't allow it!"

Ning Fanyu shook his head in horror and begged with tears streaming down his face.

"I know my parents did something wrong to Brother Jing'an, but they were the ones who were ungrateful and afraid of death. I wasn't even born at that time!"

"I was born as their son just because I was unlucky. I have never betrayed Brother Jing'an or the Ning family! If I could, I would also like to become your biological brother!"

Ning Jing'an said expressionlessly: "You are not."

"Don't forget what your parents did."

He lowered his eyes and spoke quietly: "To be fair, although I hate my uncle, I have always turned a blind eye to you. I am disgusted by what your parents have done, but I have never asked you to pay for your parents' debts."

"Your father pushed my father out to take the blame because he was afraid of death, and your mother betrayed my mother's whereabouts because she was blinded by profit, causing her tragic death and nearly killing Ayuan."

When Ning Jing'an mentioned this, his tone seemed to be stained with blood, and he closed his eyes deeply.

"Fan Yu, I am showing the greatest kindness by not killing your family."

"That's all I can do."

Ning Fanyu collapsed and yelled, "Why should I pay for their actions? It's all my parents' fault. I would rather they died!"

"I clearly didn't do anything, and I'm clearly a member of the Ning family!" He covered his face, his voice hoarse.

Ning Jing glanced at him coldly: "Death is indeed clean, but what does it matter if you are a member of the Ning family? Without this bloodline, you wouldn't even be able to live a rich life for so many years."

"Your best choice is to live your whole life under the protection of a few elders, with plenty of food and clothing, and avoid doing clumsy little things under my nose."

Ning Jing'an looked mockingly, "What did your great uncle and great aunt teach you? Will all the Ning family assets belong to you after I die?"

Ning Fanyu shook his head desperately.

"You shouldn't covet things that don't belong to you. Although I don't care about your ambitions, you actually set your sights on Ayuan." Ning Jing'an looked at him as if he were a damn bug.

"Your family has hurt him enough. How dare you be so jealous?"

"Go, meet your parents, and enjoy the family life as a family of three." He smiled warmly, his eyes cold.

……

Outside the city is a dilapidated village.

The spiritual energy was so thin that it almost made people feel uncomfortable, as if the air they breathed was coarse, choking and dry like sand and dust.

Huanyi's tracking technique lost its direction once it crossed the forbidden area at the edge of the city. It could only get the approximate range of the ghost cultivator's location but could not track him in detail.

Qi Wu Yue was holding an umbrella. The green jade umbrella was inlaid with many spiritual crystals. The magic weapon emitted a bright glow and purified the air automatically, so the air around him was quite pleasant.

The three of them walked slowly in a town that was fairly popular.

The ground was paved with various rough and hard stones and was very rugged. The ground and even the various houses and buildings were severely worn.

Most cities on the continent are divided by star rating. The higher the level of the city, the more abundant the spiritual energy in the city.

But obviously, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is limited, so the source of spiritual energy for cities with higher star levels is to gather spiritual energy with the help of various spiritual gathering treasures.

There is a limited amount of spiritual energy, and the star levels are clearly divided into different levels. The amount of spiritual energy needed for cultivation depends entirely on snatching.

Above the Seven Star City is the holy palace of the immortals, Baiyujing.

Below the one-star city is a wasteland where spiritual energy is almost exhausted.

The spiritual energy here had long been artificially drained. Without the nourishment of spiritual energy, it had almost become a wasteland, making it difficult for monsters and even various spiritual plants to survive.

There is no city star level here, and the spiritual energy is isolated by the city ban, but many of the former criminals are thrown in here.

Some of them managed to survive with difficulty in the outskirts of the city, living for a few decades with the limited spiritual energy in their bodies.

Over time, as generations passed, these people living in the wilderness were called "outsiders".

The spiritual energy in the air was so weak that it was almost non-existent, and even the tracking spell failed to work.

But the existence of ghost cultivators will definitely cause some anomalies.

Qi Wu Yue and his companions originally wanted to find some locals to inquire about the situation, but it turned out that there was no one in the dilapidated town, and all the stone and mud houses were closed.

Huanyi held the little ghost doll in her arms, but the spiritual energy in this place was too weak to sense anything. She muttered dejectedly, "Zhaigua, that pervert is really good at hiding. He found such a remote place."

Xiao Lin has sharp eyes and glanced casually: "There is a grandmother at the corner of the street."

Huanyi's eyes lit up, and she ran over with the little doll in her arms: "I'll go find out what's going on."

She was a grandmother who sold orange blossoms. Her gray and messy hair was wrapped in an old cloth towel, and the skin on her hands was wrinkled and cracked to varying degrees.

The spiritual energy in her body was about to be exhausted, and she looked like she was about to die.

The old woman was filled with astonishment and horror when she saw Huanyi. She waved her hands desperately: "Why is there still a little girl running around on the street at this time? Hurry up, go home!"

"Hide it well, you must hide it well."

Qi Wu Yue raised the edge of the umbrella slightly: "What's going on? Is there something strange here?"

The old woman kept saying, "Another one, go home, go home quickly!"

"Those monsters will get you."

Huanyi: "What kind of monster?"

The old woman waved her hands, looking fearful: "I don't know, I don't know, anyway, it was a bunch of weird people wrapped in white cloth, holding paper fire banners in their hands, and all the young girls in the town were taken away, you should go home quickly."

The paper fire flag is the lowest level ghost flag. Huanyi suspected that the weirdo the old woman mentioned was a ghost cultivator.

Xiao Lin looked around the desolate town and asked, "Is it because of this weirdo that everyone is staying indoors?"

The old woman nodded and said, "I am old, with one foot in the coffin. I live one day at a time. I am not afraid of them coming to catch me. But you are different. You are still young. Go home and hide and don't come out."

Xiao Lin asked again: "Old man, the weirdo you are talking about only catches young girls?"

If you want to lure out the ghost cultivator in this case, you just need to wander around the street a few more times.

The old woman said: "Alas, at first those monsters only captured the girls, but later they even spared women and children."

Qi Wu Yue: “Oh?”

He stretched out his finger, pointed in the direction of the city, and then began to talk nonsense: "To be honest, we are disciples of the Qingfeng Sect, and we are here to eliminate the ghost cultivators."