CHAPTER 167: CHAPTER 167 DEAD CULTIVATOR

"Little girl, you don’t want to be tainted by karma, do you? You won’t be able to protect this man!" The old woman smiled at Xia Mian, her smile full of hypocrisy, like the Big Bad Wolf.

Xia Mian smiled lightly, "Who says I can’t protect him?"

As Xia Mian’s words fell, she pointed her finger, and an invisible wave of energy instantly stabbed toward the highly vigilant old woman.

Just as the energy wave was about to pierce the old woman through, she narrowly dodged.

She was well aware of how the previous man died. This little girl not only can control spiritual energy but also the Five Elements!

If she’s not careful, she could be taken out by the other party!

After dodging Xia Mian’s first wave of attack, the old woman’s aura turned gloomier, "Little girl, is it worth it! You’re not even on the same path as him!"

Xia Mian didn’t waste words with her, and with another finger movement, the soil beneath the old woman suddenly surged. A giant dragon made of yellow earth rose up, dived down at the old woman!

This scene shocked Yan Fu and his wife into speechlessness.

They had tried to estimate Xia Mian’s abilities highly, but every time, Xia Mian surprised them!

The soil was still that pile of yellow dirt, yet Xia Mian brought it to life!

Not only did it come to life, but it also possessed formidable destructive power!

In their eyes, the mysterious and powerful village chief had no power to counterattack under the assault of this earth dragon!

"Stop! I’ll let you go! Will that suffice?!" The old woman roared in anger and embarrassment.

Yet Xia Mian had no intention of retracting her hand.

Dead Cultivator, the name doesn’t sound like a good thing. Leaving such a thing in the world, who knows how many it will harm!

The majestic earth dragon suppressed the old woman completely, leaving her defenseless.

Soon, the dragon pierced through her chest, turning her into a chaotic mass of black smoke.

The black smoke scattered, attempting to flee in all directions, but the Little Tree Demon rushed over and gobbled it up in a few quick bites.

After swallowing the black smoke, the Little Tree Demon let out a contented burp, a satisfied expression on its face.

After the Little Tree Demon’s final burp, the mist enveloping Yan Village gradually dissipated, the sun rose from the east and shone upon the earth.

The bright white sunlight wasn’t particularly warm, but Xia Mian inexplicably felt that this sense of clearing the fog and seeing the sun again was wonderful.

"Miss Xia!" Yan Fu looked at Xia Mian with admiration, "You’re amazing!"

"The array should have disappeared, so if you wish to leave, you can do so at any time." Xia Mian cast a glance at Yan Fu and his wife, speaking softly.

Yan Fu and his wife’s faces lit up with excitement, "Yes, we’ll leave right away!"

They had moved into Yan Village because they initially harbored thoughts of death, but now, they had new goals.

They’re still young, maybe they could have another child, and perhaps their Little Treasure would return?

Even though Xia Mian said it was impossible, they still wanted to try.

They were willing to spend the rest of their lives doing kind deeds in exchange for their child’s lifelong health.

Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan returned to the roadside and looked back towards Yan Village. Looking from afar, the village appeared desolate and dilapidated, like an abandoned graveyard.

Lu Zechuan unlocked the car and tried to start it again.

This time, the car successfully started.

Lu Zechuan pressed his lips together thoughtfully, "The car is fixed."

Xia Mian acknowledged with a sound, sitting in the passenger seat, "Let’s go back!"

Lu Zechuan drove away.

As they left, the dilapidated village seemed to lose its support, and it began to collapse piece by piece.

Soon, it disappeared into the vast earth, as if it had never been there.

When Lu Zechuan dropped Xia Mian back home, Song Juan was nodding off in the living room, supporting her head.

Upon hearing a noise at the door, she jolted awake and sat up from the sofa.

Seeing Lu Zechuan, Song Juan’s face turned immediately stern, "Mr. Lu, can you tell me where you took my daughter last night?"

Song Juan originally held a favorable opinion towards Lu Zechuan, but last night, Lu Zechuan said he was taking her daughter out to dinner, and it ended with her daughter not coming back overnight!

Any slight favor she had for Lu Zechuan vanished because Xia Mian didn’t return for the whole night.

Seeing Song Juan’s sullen face, Xia Mian quickly approached with a smile, "Mom, I told you already, the car broke down, and we stayed with a nearby family for the night."

"The hostess of the family was very nice and arranged two rooms for us..." Xia Mian’s voice trailed off.

Why did she feel like her explanation was just making things worse?

Sure enough, when she looked up again at Song Juan, her expression hadn’t improved at all, still staring at them sternly.

"I tracked your phone location last night and went there." Song Juan pressed her lips, "I admit, what you said was true."

Song Juan raised her hand to rub her temples, "Mother not continuing to search for you was the biggest trust I could show."

After saying this, her gaze suddenly fell on Lu Zechuan, "Mr. Lu, Mianmian thinks highly of you, I trust her judgment, but some things should and shouldn’t be done at certain times, I hope you’re clear on that."

After being lectured by Song Juan, Lu Zechuan didn’t show any irritation but humbly replied, "Auntie’s right. I’ll be more careful in the future."

Looking at that exceptionally handsome and gentlemanly face, Song Juan felt a bit guilty even about scolding, so she turned up the stairs with a stern face.

Xia Mian smiled helplessly, "My mom means no harm."

Lu Zechuan smiled gently, "I know."

Song Juan’s attitude was much better than he anticipated.

After all, if he had a daughter, raised meticulously for years, suddenly taken away, his expression would probably be even worse.

"Get some rest; I’ll head out now." Though reluctant to part, Lu Zechuan still said goodbye to Xia Mian.

Xia Mian saw Lu Zechuan out and, upon returning, saw Song Juan standing pensively at the stair railing on the second floor.

"Mianmian, you don’t blame mom for being rude to him, do you?" Song Juan’s face was full of conflict.

Not wanting her daughter to be snatched away so quickly on one hand, and not wanting to trouble her daughter on the other.

Xia Mian laughed, "Mom, what are you thinking! Lu Zechuan isn’t a petty person."

Song Juan forced a smile, "You don’t look well, didn’t rest well last night, did you? Go upstairs, take a shower, and have a good rest!"

Xia Mian responded, changed shoes, and went upstairs.

Indeed, she hadn’t rested well that night, the entire night involved in a magical confrontation with others.

That night also made her realize again that it wasn’t just one person targeting Lu Zechuan, but a group.

Xia Mian soaked in the bathtub, her mind on everything that happened in Yan Village.

The inexplicable magician, the eerie Dead Cultivator, more and more things that had never appeared in this world before were slowly emerging.