Back then, they were both young. Xia Ruan Ning had just become a disciple, while Luo Ying Bai had entered earlier, knew more spells, and was particularly annoying. After learning, he loved experimenting on his new junior brother, creating a golden fire barrier that trapped both of them.
With no adults around, the two children sat inside, hungry for most of the day. Xia Ruan Ning was furious, refusing to speak to Luo Ying Bai. Later, Luo Ying Bai pitifully said: “Talk to me to distract yourself, I’m so hungry.”
Xia Ruan Ning irritably said: “I’m hungry too, almost starving to death, all because of this nuisance!”
Luo Ying Bai was startled, carefully asking: “Are you really going to starve to death?”
Xia Ruan Ning simply lay back on the grass, not looking at him. As a result, Luo Ying Bai truly believed his junior brother was about to starve and was actually going to press his hand on the barrier, saying he would roast himself for Xia Ruan Ning to eat.
If Xia Ruan Ning hadn’t blocked in time, the now-popular Ling An Jun might have only been able to play a martial arts hero.
His thoughts wandered unexpectedly. It wasn’t until Wei Shou gently patted his shoulder that Xia Ruan Ning suddenly came back to his senses. The winged people were speaking to him: “…
We haven’t killed any of those brought up. No matter which person you want, we can discuss it.”
Xia Ruan Ning said coldly: “I want to take away all the people you’ve captured, and the Winged King. The demon and human races originally agreed to non-aggression, each staying on their side. Since you’ve violated the agreement, you should be responsible for the current consequences.
A Yui person was quite dissatisfied and couldn’t help but say, “Our Yui King is missing. If he were to appear, do you think you could still be standing here alive?”
Xia Xianning raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, his body suddenly shifted to the left. A gust of wind arose behind him, and something was thrown from behind, striking the Yui person who had spoken.
A voice came from behind: “No need to worry, he’s with me.”
Xia Xianning was slightly stunned, his gaze softening. Wei Shou turned back in surprise and joy, calling out, “Senior Brother Luo.”
The speaker walked up, dressed in black, with a cold appearance but a slight smile. His steps traversed the space with unique elegance.
Luo Yingbai smiled and nodded at Wei Shou: “Looks like you weren’t hurt.”
As he spoke, he walked up to the two, and Xia Xianning’s barrier was like nothing before him. Luo Yingbai brushed it aside, effortlessly dispersing the barrier.
He placed his hand on Xia Xianning’s shoulder: “There aren’t many people captured. They’re all accounted for. This Yui King has already agreed to come along. Stop wasting time with them, let’s go.”
Before the final disposition, the Yui people couldn’t leave arbitrarily. The Yui King and the trafficked people were taken down the mountain. They had rescued a total of 119 people, but ironically, those who tragically died were not killed by the legendary monster Yui people, but by their own compatriots.
After Xia Xianning and the others descended the mountain, the special investigation team had already met with the anti-trafficking squad from the municipal bureau. They had just had a confrontation with the unrelenting locals, with over ten people handcuffed and ready to be processed.
In fact, if carefully considered, everyone here was an accomplice. However, ignorance and foolishness were deeply rooted, and they didn’t even feel they had done anything wrong.
This village was located in a remote area, with treacherous terrain and narrow roads, making transportation very inconvenient. Without advanced technological support and underdeveloped information, households were closely connected. Precisely determining who had blood on their hands, who was merely an accomplice, or who was also an oppressed victim was extremely difficult.
Moreover, with limited personnel for this emergency rescue mission, they couldn’t immediately arrest all the villagers. All they could do was take away the leaders and set up obstacles on the mountain path to slowly process and detain them. But in fact, the outcome would be far from this.
Xia Xianning gazed into the distance at the village. For him, observing qi was just basic skill. The originally picturesque landscape was now layered with a faint blood color. All structures were shrouded in a gloomy black mist, with black and red intertwining, forming a vague shape in the air – a sign of evil energy transforming, life force depleting. Unless villagers had great merit, they would likely not escape this calamity. Moreover, many people were followed by gloomy souls – victims unwilling to reincarnate, forcibly remaining in the human world, hoping to seek revenge. At this moment, these spirits had died recently, their resentment not yet deep. They feared the blood-evil energy of the villagers and couldn’t act. But over time, they would accumulate enough strength. Within twenty years, this place would likely cease to exist. Where human power cannot investigate, heavenly principles are clear, and retribution is inevitable.
Xia Xianning nodded to Hei Wuchang.
“White Wuchang wiped his face, coldly thinking to himself, he wondered whether people were inherently shameless, or only the shameless could survive, and why their ghostly faces weren’t as thick as this.
These sorcerers! Damn it!
Feeling betrayed and isolated, and wary of Xia Xianning, he dared not resist and said reluctantly, ‘What does Master Xia want?’
Xia Xianning said, ‘I won’t trouble the two Yincha too much. Please give them seven days to seek revenge.’
His request was not excessive. White Wuchang was stunned and said, ‘The villagers are protected by blood resentment accumulated over generations. These newly deceased ghosts want revenge – how can seven days be enough?’
Xia Xianning gestured for him to look, and both Black and White Wuchang turned to see a transparent protective membrane surrounding the village – the manifestation of blood resentment so powerful that even fierce ghosts would fear it.
‘Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Shu, Zu, Qian, Xing—’
Behind them, Xia Xianning chanted the Nine-Character Truth Mantra, forming hand seals. In the deep darkness, ethereal light began to swirl around his fingers, rising into the sky. The moon suddenly changed color, transforming into a blood-red crescent!
Xia Xianning shouted, ‘Break the evil blood resentment, illuminate the secret text, first kill the evil ghosts, then cut the moonlight. Urgent as the decree!’
With his command, the blood-red light exploded.”
The crescent moon returned to normal, and the transparent membrane over the village vanished. After a moment of silence, countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts surged into the village.
The blood resentment was broken! From now on, this place would have no protective barrier!
White Wuchang was shocked by Xia Xianning’s extreme method and couldn’t help but look at him. Under the moonlight, his handsome face was expressionless, as if nothing in the world could make him afraid or move him.
He blurted out, “You actually used such extreme means. Aren’t you afraid of retribution?!”
Xia Xianning remained calm, as if he had just done something completely ordinary and righteous. He said softly, “With a clear conscience, there’s nothing to fear. Please return in seven days. Xianning has other matters to attend to, so I won’t see you off.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Captain Fang from the municipal bureau approached. Black and White Wuchang exchanged a glance and disappeared.
Director Fang asked, “Director Xia, shall we go?”
Though older and more experienced, he didn’t dare to act independently before Xia Xianning. Xia Xianning looked around and said, “Let’s go.”
