Behind him, Leng Shuang and others also came out, all with traces of fighting on their bodies. Obviously, they had fought with the person who had quietly sneaked into the back mountain.
"Master, we have dealt with all the people in the back mountain."
Bai Xiao shouted, and seeing that the Nascent Soul cultivator was defeated step by step in her hands, she picked up the instrument again, put it to her mouth and started to play. As the sound of the instrument came out, the ferocious beasts pounced on the cultivators and bit them like crazy. They didn't need to do anything, the evil cultivators who were unable to use their spiritual energy to fight were torn into pieces by the claws of the beasts.
Shrill screams accompanied by a strong smell of blood spread in the air. In less than an incense stick of time, the ground was covered in blood and flesh, and none of the dozens of evil cultivators survived...
"ah!"
A scream was heard, and Bai Xiao and others looked over there, only to see that one of the Nascent Soul evil cultivator's legs was cut off by the Qingfeng sword, and he was sent flying, falling to the ground and unable to stand up.
Feng Jiu walked closer step by step, looking at the evil cultivator who was struggling and wailing on the ground covered in blood, with murderous intent in her eyes: "Have you thought about how to die?"
The evil cultivator’s hands and feet were chopped off, and he could not dodge or escape. He could only sit there and stare at Feng Jiu who was full of murderous intent: “Who are you? How could you, with your foundation building peak cultivation, hurt me so much? Who are you!”
“Oh, you don’t even know who I am, yet you dare to provoke me?” She sneered, pointed the sharp sword in her hand directly at his Dantian: “Don’t even think about trying to escape with your Nascent Soul. There are not many people I want to kill who can escape.”
The Yuanying cultivator's face turned pale, with beads of cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He stared at Fengjiu in front of him and smiled sinisterly. He gritted his teeth and wanted to explode himself. However, Fengjiu, who had already seen through his intentions, shot out several silver needles from her hand, and he collapsed as if he had lost consciousness.
"Take him back and don't let him die easily." She said in a cold voice, glanced at the evil cultivators who had died around him, and said to a few people, "Clean up." Then, she stepped into the manor first.
Killing those people still couldn't make her feel relieved. Killing those people, Xiang Hua would never come back to life. He didn't stay with her for long, and his oath-like voice seemed to still echo in her mind.
But such a person is dead now.
She knew that this might just be the beginning, not the end. As long as she embarked on this path, the people around her would likely face all of this, and would likely be burdened by her and die because of her.
Everyone looked at her walking into the manor holding the Qingfeng sword. They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, but they didn't know what to say. They had to listen to her and deal with the situation here first.
Xiang Hua's death was a blow to them, but also a warning, letting them know that if someone really wanted to kill them and framed them, with their current strength, they would be at the mercy of others.
"Those with more serious injuries should go back and bandage themselves first, and those with minor injuries, help me clean up the area." Du Fan said, and took a few people with minor injuries to deal with the bodies outside first.
Luo Yu and many others moved the Nascent Soul evil cultivator inside and locked him in the dungeon before leaving. When they came outside, they looked at Feng Jiu's yard, sighed in their hearts, and turned back to their room to treat their wounds.