The thin monk in long robe withdrew his gaze from Mi Heng and exchanged a meaningful glance with the other two foundation-building monks who had remained silent. They all smiled in their hearts, understanding each other's meaning.
But at the same time, an evil fire rose in the thin monk's heart, thinking of the snow-white body of the fairy Miao, and the charming look of her moaning under him, which made him unable to stop every time.
Thinking back to the past, before Mi Heng came, this Miao fairy was wandering among them that night.
It was only after Mi Heng arrived that he secretly killed two cultivators who had no regard for their association with Fairy Miao. This caused the remaining people to stay away from Fairy Miao from then on.
The other two foundation-building monks saw the hidden meaning in the eyes of the thin monk in long robes, and they couldn't help but understand it, and they all glanced at Miao Fairy inadvertently.
Then they all looked up at the sky and slowly narrowed their eyes, as if sensing the movement in the distant sky, but they felt a different feeling in their hearts.
Fairy Miao saw the reactions of the three thin monks in long robes clearly, but she turned a blind eye and in her heart she was disdainful of them, “cowards as mice!”
Since Mi Heng came, she could no longer enjoy the joy of being with others, which was a torture for her. However, Mi Heng's cultivation was not comparable to that of other people here, and he was extremely vicious, so Miao Xianzi herself did not dare to interact with others.
Mi Heng warned her that if he discovered it again, he would put a blood ban in her body, making her unable to live or die.
However, looking at the crumbling formation in front, the people behind were also full of admiration for Mi Heng. You know, this formation did not break even after three attacks by the owner of the manor yesterday.
They knew about the manor owner's magical powers. Mi Heng could actually break the formation that could withstand the attack of the golden elixir. Although it took a long time, Mi Heng was really amazing in the art of formation.
When an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage array master tried to break an array that could resist a golden elixir's attack, the recoil force from breaking the restriction would probably kill him. However, apart from his face becoming increasingly paler, Mi Heng actually managed to resist the backlash of the array restriction.
With all these thoughts in mind, they actually forgot about the manor owner for a moment. Besides, they were not worried about the manor owner's safety. However, there was one thing that still made them uneasy.
After a while, a foundation-building cultivator who was looking at the horizon looked at the others, hesitated, and said, "The matter of the young manor master... has extremely serious consequences. We didn't contribute at all yesterday, and I'm afraid..." When he finished speaking, the worry on his face became more and more intense.
As soon as he said this, all the passionate thoughts of the others, except for the short green-robed foundation-building cultivator, were immediately extinguished.
How could they not know that the young master was the apple of the eye of the master and his wife? Although his accidental death had nothing to do with them, when they thought about the master's principle of always doing things based on his momentary preferences, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.
Even Fairy Miao's pretty face turned even paler, and there was even more fear in her eyes.
The way the manor owner and his wife dealt with people was beyond their ability to bear, and every punishment for doing something wrong made them feel miserable.
It feels like their muscles and bones are being torn apart all the time. They just want to end their lives early, but they cannot die.
Even the short green-robed foundation-building monk, who had always been ignorant of what was going on, shuddered immediately after hearing these words, and his fear was self-evident.
The thin man in the long gown was older after all, and his composure was recovered first. He turned around with a sinister look at the group of Qi Condensation disciples behind him.
They didn't try to lower their voices when speaking, and there were cultivators behind them, so of course they could still hear them.
After being looked at by the thin monk in long robes, many Qi Condensation monks behind him felt their legs go weak and almost fell to the ground.
They didn't want to hear these conversations, but the people in front seemed to do it on purpose and didn't transmit any sound, insisting that they hear it.
Then, as long as these seniors suffer at the hands of the manor owner, their fate can be imagined, and if things go wrong, it is possible that several of them will die.
Anyway, these Qi Condensation cultivators were all captured and had restrictions placed on them. They usually just do odd jobs.
With their level of cultivation, even if they were allowed to leave, they would probably die. Since they cannot fly, even though there are few monsters here, the area is vast. If they encounter one, they probably won't be able to resist it in a single blow.
What's more, letting them go is just a wishful thinking of theirs.
Only when these Qi Condensation Stage disciples are able to successfully establish their foundations, will their status be greatly improved. But then it will be the turn of the manor owner to personally plant restrictions on them, let alone think of escaping from here.
I heard that the restrictions placed by the manor owner are even more vicious. If anyone who has been placed under the restrictions has the slightest thought of resistance in their heart, the manor owner will know it immediately.
With just a thought, he can make you live a life worse than death, as if you are in the eighteen levels of purgatory at all times. Moreover, if he wants to take your life, it is just a matter of a thought.
The group of Qi Condensation cultivators at the back all knew that the people at the front seemed to have been twisted in their hearts for a long time. Whenever they suffered at the hands of the manor owner, they would often vent their anger on this group of Qi Condensation disciples, and even liked to torture and kill them as soon as possible.
So when the thin monks in long robes told them the content of their conversation without any scruples, they were already trembling with fear, knowing that several people might disappear from this world today, and they could only pray in their hearts that this disaster would not fall on their heads and let others bear it. The thin monk in long robes looked at the people behind him with a wooden face, and every time he looked at a person, that person's body trembled, and the trembling became more severe.
But until the end, the thin monk in long robes did not say a word. He turned his head to Mi Heng in front of him and spoke in a low voice.
"As long as Brother Mi can break this formation before the manor master comes back, and we capture all the cultivators inside, we can offset the manor master's thunderous wrath. But I warn you, we must capture a few people alive and leave them for the manor master to search their souls."
After he finished speaking, several foundation-building cultivators, including Fairy Miao, nodded.
They are now located in a remote area and are basically in a dormant state. They may not encounter a cultivator for half a year, so when it comes to obtaining information on a daily basis, except for the manor owner and his wife who are the external contact points, the cultivators in the manor rarely contact the outside world.
However, the owner of the manor and his men also had to travel far to get the news, so the owner would often capture a few more monks and bring them back, then slowly search their souls to get the most realistic situation.
This time, these foreign monks appeared here quietly, and they must be targeting them, so of course they have to get the most accurate information from these outsiders.
In recent times, several mysterious monks have come to look for the owner of the manor. Their cultivation is unfathomable, and they all use magic to conceal their bodies and appearances. Even Mi Heng, who has always been the most valued by the owner of the manor, does not know who they are. Only the owner of the manor, his wife and the young master know.
But afterwards, several foundation-building monks in the manor were able to get some information from the manor owner that their "big event" was about to happen, and they had to be extremely careful in their actions in the near future.
"You don't have to worry, break it for me!" At this moment, Mi Heng, who had been continuously casting spells and sitting cross-legged in front of the formation, shouted in a low voice.
His voice revealed deep fatigue and... a hint of pride. The first half of his sentence was addressed to the people behind him, while the second half was just a low shout to cheer himself on.
Then, just as he finished speaking, everyone in the village looked at him hurriedly, and saw Mi Heng waving his hands in front of his chest like a violent storm.
As he waved his hands, a ball of dazzling white light was growing between his hands.
As the ball of light expanded, arcs of electricity flashed and shone on its surface, making a squeaking sound. The pressure emanating from the ball of light became stronger and stronger, and the white light on the surface was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.
At the same time, there were seven people lying, sitting, or standing in the formation, and many of them were staring at a person in front of them with anxious expressions.
There was also a person sitting cross-legged at the very front of the formation. He was facing the entrance of the formation, his face was bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead like earthworms, and his expression was ferocious.
There were still a few traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, and the white clothes on his chest were stained red with large patches of blood, which had already dried and turned dark.
The man was holding a palm-sized, tattered bronze array plate in his right hand, and was constantly drawing runes with his left hand. These runes flashed in the air and then fell onto the array in front of him. Whenever a rune fell on the array, the light of the array, which was already flickering, would become slightly more stable.
And every time this person drew a rune, his body trembled violently.
Ding Yushan stood with his hands behind the white-robed formation master. The flickering light from the formation made his face look gloomy. This was supposed to be just a normal trip out to gather intelligence, but due to a wrong decision, he ended up in the current life-and-death situation.
Thinking of this, Ding Yushan couldn't help but feel annoyed. It was his reckless decision that might have cost all of their lives.
"It has been almost a day and a night. The Wanli Note Transmission was sent out immediately, but why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? Is there something wrong with the Note Transmission?"
Ding Yushan was anxious. There were ten people on their trip, coming from three different sects, all under the jurisdiction of the Pure Land Sect.
Ever since Ding Yushan and his junior fellow apprentice Bao Wuxin came out of the palace under the Red Maple Pond in the Beiming Demon-Suppressing Tower last year, they have returned to the sect excitedly.
The sect that Ding Yushan became a disciple of was called "Fengxue Sect". Although the name sounds impressive, it is actually just a second-rate sect with only two Jindan masters.
His master is already in the middle stage of the Golden Core, while his mistress has only been in the early stage of the Golden Core for eleven years.
Ding Yushan and his junior fellow apprentice Bao Wuxin are the eldest and second senior brothers in the sect. Their cultivation is also the highest among the disciples in the sect, and both have reached the late stage of foundation building.
The two of them are only about fifty years old, which is considered to be very talented in the world of immortal cultivation.
Both of them are expected to form golden elixir within a hundred years, so they are like geniuses among all the junior brothers and sisters, and are the pride in the eyes of the master and his wife.
A second-rate sect can cultivate disciples who are not inferior to the four major sects. This is worthy of praise in any sect.