This Great Saint was from the Yaksha Clan. His face was old, and his eyes were narrow and long.
His body was full of wounds, giving a ruthless impression.
He walked towards Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen seemed petrified with fear, standing motionless in place.
The Yaksha Clan Great Saint showed a contemptuous smile and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.”
One of his hands rested on Zhang Ruochen’s shoulder. Powerful mental power surged into Zhang Ruochen’s body. His eyes showed illusory light, controlling Zhang Ruochen’s consciousness. “From now on, I am the innkeeper of this inn, and you are my servant.”
“Understood.” Zhang Ruochen said.
The Yaksha Clan Great Saint nodded satisfied, withdrew his palm, looked up, as if sensing something terrifying, and quickly transformed into a slightly fat middle-aged man in his fifties.
Zhang Ruochen followed him and entered the inn together.
The Yaksha Clan Great Saint really pretended to be the innkeeper, lighting the fire in the kitchen to cook, wiping dust, checking accounts. Zhang Ruochen obediently assisted on the side.
It was the season of flying snow, and the world was a vast white.
Four beautiful figures in colourful clothes floated from the place where the Yaksha Clan Great Saint had fallen earlier, all the way to this town.
Each of them was stunningly beautiful, with graceful figures. Their skin was whiter than snow, waists exposed outside various gauze clothes, flexible and sexy. Unfortunately, each had Saint Dao rules flowing around them. Ordinary cultivators could not see their appearances and figures clearly.
“It is here. I smell his residual blood qi.” A woman holding a pipa said.
The woman holding a flute said, “He is hiding among the mortals in this town. There are no more than twenty humans in the town. I only need one flute sound to kill them all. The one still alive must be him.”
“No.”
The woman holding the pipa said solemnly, “The thief old heaven has said that this planet hides a great secret. If we kill innocents indiscriminately, we may encounter disaster. Let’s go, enter the town and see. He cannot hide.”
“Bang! Bang! Bang…”
In the inn, Zhang Ruochen was using a hammer to nail the window shutters, resisting the fierce wind and snow.
The door was pushed open.
A whistling sound arose.
Snowflakes, accompanied by the enchanting female fragrance, blew in from outside.
Four stunning women, each with strong cultivation, were top figures among Great Saints.
As soon as they entered, the woman holding the flute released her Dao domain, enveloping the entire inn.
Powerful Saint Dao rules invisibly spread to the inn’s ground, walls, roof, windows, pillars…, turning the inn into a cage world.
Ordinary forces could not cultivate four top Great Saints. Only forces with some fame in the entire universe could do so.
When Zhang Ruochen saw the last woman holding the pipa enter the inn, he finally understood their origins.
Because he had seen this woman.
The woman holding the flute had an extremely beautiful figure, especially her chest, as if two milky white bowls were inverted there, faintly visible.
Her eyes were unkind. She walked under Zhang Ruochen and said, “Old man, you are so old, why are you climbing so high? It’s dangerous. What if you fall?”
Zhang Ruochen knew she suspected him.
Because the Yaksha Clan Great Saint had deliberately stuck a drop of blood on him.
The woman holding the flute pressed her hand on the wooden table under Zhang Ruochen, gently pushed, and the wooden table moved sideways.
Zhang Ruochen, who was standing on the wooden table nailing the window, his old body lost balance, tilted sideways, about to fall and die on the spot.
The woman holding the pipa extended a jade-white soft hand, grabbed Zhang Ruochen’s wrinkled wrist. At the same time, an invisible energy fell on Zhang Ruochen, letting him land steadily on the ground.
Her hand was very soft, with an intoxicating fragrance.
“It’s not him! Meng Sheng is very cunning. He deliberately sprinkled a drop of blood on him to confuse us.” The woman holding the pipa said so.
“Ladies, do you want to stay or dine… you…”
The innkeeper in his fifties came out from inside, saw four beautiful women like celestial beings standing in the hall, and for a moment, his face was full of daze.
An innkeeper in a small town, suddenly seeing four gorgeously dressed beauties, either exposing slim waists or jade legs, how could he not be stunned?
Zhang Ruochen looked at the innkeeper, somewhat surprised, and found that this Yaksha Clan Great Saint did not know what method he used. His hiding technique had become more sophisticated.
From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen did not release mental power.
Because there was no need.
Great Saint level cultivators, now in his eyes, were no different from ordinary mortals. He did not want to know what they intended at all.
The four women each holding a musical instrument laughed delicately, circled around the Yaksha Clan Great Saint, sizing him up.
Obviously, they had suspicions but were not sure.
The woman holding the flute was about to act when a hearty laugh sounded outside. “Unexpectedly, in such a remote place, I can meet the four building masters of the God Maiden Twelve Pavilions.”
A one-eyed grey-robed old man walked in from the door.
Zhang Ruochen, who was about to close the door, quickly retreated to the side.
The one-eyed grey-robed old man had a tall body, about two metres. The two war servants following him into the inn were even taller, two and a half metres. The small inn seemed about to be burst by them.
They released an overwhelming momentum.
The faces of the four sexy beauties suddenly became extremely solemn.
Even the Yaksha Clan Great Saint disguised as the innkeeper seemed shocked. Even if hidden well, a trace of fear still appeared deep in his pupils.
How could they not fear?
The one-eyed grey-robed old man was a false god.
The one-eyed grey-robed old man always had a smile on his face and said, “This old man hurried but was still a step late, almost letting you God Maiden Twelve Pavilions take the lead. How is it, have you found the person?”
“How cunning is Meng Sheng, how easy to find?” The woman holding the pipa said so.
The one-eyed grey-robed old man shook his head and said, “Others cannot find him, but Night Building Master’s tracking technique is top under the divine realm, and mental power has reached sixty-nine tiers. Even this old man is not as good as you. How can you not find him? Could Meng Sheng be hiding in this town, or right in this inn?”
The one-eyed grey-robed old man’s gaze scanned back and forth between Zhang Ruochen and the slightly fat innkeeper, immediately noticing the drop of blood on Zhang Ruochen.
The woman holding the pipa said, “It’s not him. The blood on him is just Meng Sheng’s means to confuse us. If I guess correctly, Meng Sheng should have fled far away. Let’s go, follow me to continue the chase.”
The four building masters of the God Maiden Twelve Pavilions rushed out of the inn and flew away.
The one-eyed grey-robed old man was suspicious but felt that Ye Manman’s analysis made sense. Meng Sheng left blood here just to confuse them, buying time for his escape. How could he still stay in place?
Ye Manman was the former building master of the Ice King Star God Maiden Pavilion.
After the one-eyed grey-robed old man and the two war servants left, the slightly fat innkeeper’s eyes then showed a mocking smile. He muttered to himself, “Cannot stay here anymore. They should react soon and return here.”
“Bang!”
The slightly fat innkeeper flicked his finger, a beam of light flew out, shattering the white-haired Zhang Ruochen’s body into a mass of bloody powder.
He stepped out of the inn, his body turning into the Yaksha Clan’s original appearance.
But before he could leave, a huge rock like a small mountain fell from the sky.
“Boom.”
The Yaksha Clan Great Saint was crushed into blood mud by the huge rock.
Around the huge rock, the ground cracked countless times.
The entire town sank downward, houses became tilted.
“Crack crack whoosh whoosh.”
The huge rock over a hundred metres high, stones moved, body shrank, turning into a human male with stone skin. He stepped on the already mangled Yaksha Clan Great Saint and sneered, “You can deceive them, but you cannot deceive me.”
Zhang Ruochen sat on a chair in the inn, sighing inwardly. “Yaksha Clan, God Maiden Twelve Pavilions, Darkness Temple, now a Stone Clan Supreme Realm Great Saint has appeared! So many experts attracted to a sixth-level planet, it does not seem accidental!”
Earlier, what the Yaksha Clan Great Saint shattered with one finger was just Zhang Ruochen’s illusion.
“The tree wants peace, but the wind does not stop.”
Zhang Ruochen had no interest in what they were fighting for, did not look outside, eyes lowered, face full of helplessness. In his ears, came Ye Manman’s voice returning. “The thing on Meng Sheng, our God Maiden Twelve Pavilions are determined to get it!”
Battle erupted outside.
But both Ye Manman and the Stone Clan Great Saint released Dao domains. The aftermath of the battle did not spread to the town.
Other Great Saints arrived, and the number of fighting cultivators increased.
Soon, several Great Saint corpses lay on the ground. Strangely, they all only dared to fight in Dao domains. Even mental power Great Saints used arrays to protect the mortals in the town.
“Haha, Night Building Master is really clever, even deceiving this old man. Unfortunately, too many cultivators covet that thing. You end up with nothing.” The one-eyed grey-robed old man’s laughter came from far to near.
The three building masters of the God Maiden Twelve Pavilions hurried back, converging with Ye Manman.
They were responsible for luring away the one-eyed grey-robed old man. Unfortunately, the battle here erupted, fluctuations spread quickly, impossible to hide.
The one-eyed grey-robed old man released divine might, suppressing all the fighting Great Saints, unable to continue.
He said, “Hand over that thing. Today it will be a happy ending for all. Otherwise, this old man can only search souls one by one. The cost of soul searching, you understand.”
The Stone Clan Great Saint’s voice sounded. “If you get that thing, you will surely kill us all to silence us. Everyone, do not believe his words. Let’s act together, first deal with… ah…”
The Stone Clan Great Saint screamed.
The one-eyed grey-robed old man grabbed him from afar into his palm. Dark divine power erupted in his hand, crushing him into white lime. He sighed, “Not on him. So, where is the thing exactly?”
Next, one scream after another sounded outside.
These Great Saints, not to mention Yuan Hui level representatives, not even a half-god peak existed. Even if they acted together, they were no match for a false god.
They could only be slaughtered.
