Chapter 66: You Must...... Not Die Today

Sanshan Gathering? Coma? A warning from the gods?

This little Daoist child was startled; it was actually that place.

Things were looking rather ominous...

Twenty years ago, he had experienced that battle and knew what kind of fellow was sealed in that place. Even now, with his cultivation higher than it was in the past, he might not necessarily be able to deal with that fellow.

Could it make everyone at a gathering fall into a coma? Could it be that the fellow was about to break the seal? Was the so-called coma actually caused by the shroud of a Ghost Domain?

He furrowed his brows, pondering in his heart.

No, he had to go and see!

If that fellow really broke the seal, he would have to re-evaluate the situation.

The little Daoist child's face showed a look of distress.

He had originally thought this would be an easy errand, but he hadn't expected such an accident to occur; truly, the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable—it changes just as one speaks.

"Let's go, pick up the pace, and go take a look at that gathering."

He tossed out these words indifferently.

He slapped the little donkey between his legs, and in an instant, the donkey charged forward like lightning, a flying meteor. This speed was something even a thousand-mile steed could not compare to!

That young man from the noble family showed a look of envy.

As expected of the Dragon Donkey, known as a top-tier exotic beast, possessing a wisp of dragon bloodline. If his father hadn't refused, he would have wanted to get one to ride himself.

"Hurry and keep up, don't let Little Martial Uncle wait impatiently."

This young man from the noble family returned to his own prized horse and beckoned for the other noble youths behind him to hurry. As the hooves thundered, dust and dirt splashed up, and they soon vanished from sight.

Those poor people who had left their homes finally breathed a sigh of relief. But immediately, they cast their gazes toward the ten taels of silver that had smashed the middle-aged man to death, their faces showing greed.

It was clear that this would be a fierce struggle...

The group quickly arrived at the Sanshan Gathering.

This little Daoist child did not stop, heading directly toward the direction of Jing'an Village. The group of noble youths was also very helpless; they hadn't even had a chance to enjoy themselves yet.

But an arm cannot twist a thigh.

Before setting out, their elders had instructed them to obey the orders of this Little Martial Uncle, so they could only comply and follow along.

Horse hooves galloped on the streets.

If it weren't for the fact that the Sanshan Gathering was already sparse and very quiet, they might have trampled a few people to death with their reckless charging before riding off.

But there was no help for it; this was the nature of the noble-born.

Noble families born with extraordinary bloodlines!

Passing through the Sanshan Gathering, they arrived in the wilderness. These youths were in a bind, as the path was too narrow and overgrown with weeds, making it completely unsuitable for riding horses.

After all, these horses were not exotic beasts like the Dragon Donkey.

The little Daoist child did not wait for anyone, continuing to gallop on his little donkey. The noble youths had no choice but to abandon their prized horses and, like common laborers, run through the dense forests and mountain paths.

From time to time, they complained about their clothes getting dirty.

Soon, after running at full speed, they arrived at Jing'an Village, which was the land of An Village.

Coincidentally, the old village chief was standing by the edge of the road to Jing Village, staring blankly in the direction of Jing Village, not knowing what he was thinking. This sight caused the little Daoist child, who had been running the whole way, to stop.

He was also feeling strange in his heart. Logically speaking, if that fellow had broken the seal or had the ability to interfere with the Present World, this village should no longer exist.

Yet, in his senses, this village was real and tangible, not some Ghost Village. The old man before him was also not some Weird, but a living person.

This could not help but arouse his curiosity.

"Old sir, this little Daoist offers his greetings. I wonder if you could tell me what happened in that direction?" He pointed toward the direction of Jing Village.

The little Daoist child spoke politely.

This stop finally allowed the noble youths behind to catch up, though they were all panting for breath. The speed of the Dragon Donkey was simply too fast; they could only struggle to keep up.

"You are... who are you..."

The old man came back to his senses, looking at the little Daoist child and those incredibly opulent noble youths, and was stunned for a moment.

"May I ask if anyone has been here?"

The little Daoist child continued to speak.

He was not a fool. This village was so close to the sealing location, yet it had not suffered, nor had the whole village been slaughtered. That meant that the fellow might not have completely broken the seal.

Or perhaps.

Someone had come to handle this matter and had suppressed it temporarily. This could also explain why there were no deaths at the Sanshan Gathering.

When this matter was mentioned, the old man gave a start.

He was in a dilemma: should he tell these people the information about that benefactor?

But based on his experience in reading people, this group was not a kind lot. The young men behind were full of arrogance, and although the little Daoist child before him was kind, he felt there was something awkward about him...

To tell them rashly might implicate that benefactor.

After Li Heng left, he had thought for a long time and was no longer sure if he was human or god, but instead defined him as his benefactor, to whom he owed a debt of life.

He knew his own physical condition; he had almost no time left to live. But after being patted by that benefactor, his breathing stopped being labored, his legs stopped aching, and he felt full of energy.

It was as if he had returned to ten years ago.

"Old man, Little Martial Uncle is asking you a question, answer quickly!"

A noble youth was very impatient.

"This... I, this old man, do not know."

The old man showed a look of confusion and shook his head.

The little Daoist child furrowed his brows; he could easily see through the fact that this old man was lying. Someone had definitely been here.

"Old sir, you must not defy the Heavenly Dao."

The little Daoist said calmly.

The old man swallowed his saliva; what Heavenly Dao or not? What kind of fresh term was this again? However, he would absolutely not reveal the information of that benefactor!

Even if he died today, then so be it.

If not for the benefactor, he would not have lived long anyway.

It was just a pity for those chicks he raised...

"Good! The Heavenly Path has its constants. Let this little Daoist calculate and see if you, old man, will return to the west in an instant."

The little Daoist boy immediately stretched out his fingers to calculate, but the next moment he frowned, switched directly to another calculation method, then frowned again, and switched to yet another method...

In the end, as he calculated, he felt somewhat broken inside.

What is going on? How is this old man's life so tenacious?

Why was there no possibility of this old man's death in his calculations? In the end, there was even a faint warning for him not to probe any further...

The little Daoist boy fell silent and rode away directly on his little donkey.

Those youths from the noble families were very strange.

Is Little Martial Uncle being too eccentric? Leaving just like that?

They shook their heads and could only follow after him.

Inside the sealed space, that great female demon was overjoyed. That Shinto avatar finally showed signs of being corrupted by demonic energy, and even faintly showed intentions of currying favor with her.

At this moment, she suddenly frowned.

She sensed a majestic aura rushing toward him. She knew this aura very well; it was the aura of the noble families! Could it be that this junior really called his elders over?

The great female demon's expression sank slightly.

No, she absolutely could not let him succeed! She had invested everything into this Yin Demon Primordial Fetus; she could not let it fall short of success!

But she was currently suppressed and could not make a move.

Unless she could persuade this Shinto avatar, or rather the Yin Demon Primordial Fetus, to leave a gap...

She thought for a moment.

She transmitted a thought into the Shinto avatar...

At this time, on the road returning to Bei'an City.

Li Heng frowned; he received the sensation from his Shinto avatar. What kind of tricks was this great female demon up to again?