CHAPTER 173: 172. THE MIDDLE PROFOUND REALM COMES TO SNATCH PEOPLE! (2/4)

"Listen up, everyone. Avoid going to the Viewing Room too often—it’s fine to watch occasionally, but during the day, focus on cultivation as you should. Got it?"

Saying this, Wen Ping stood up, and everyone followed suit by nodding their heads.

However, when Wen Ping stood up, the black rod tucked at his waist caught Qingshan’s attention.

Pitch black.

Utterly unremarkable.

In fact, it could even evoke a slight feeling of repulsion from just looking at it.

Qin Shan muttered to himself, asking in a very low voice, "Sect Leader, why does this rod look so familiar?"

"This... I made it myself," Wen Ping replied casually.

Qin Shan immediately smiled and said, "Sect Leader, I have to say, what you’ve crafted really looks like a Fire Rod."

With Qin Shan’s words, Yang Lele and the others turned their attention over.

When their gaze landed on the Fire Rod at Wen Ping’s waist, they all began to praise it.

"It really looks like it!"

"Sect Leader, can you also do wood carving?"

"It’s exactly the same!"

Everyone talked simultaneously and endlessly like a swarm of bees, leaving Wen Ping no choice but to quickly head downstairs.

As Wen Ping went downstairs, Yang Xi followed him.

Yang Xi asked, "Sect Leader, may I go home for the day today?"

Wen Ping nodded and replied, "You don’t need to ask me about this. Next time, just directly ask Elder Yun and the others. If you want to go, just go, but come back early and don’t let it hinder your cultivation."

"Okay!"

Yang Xi nodded, smiled, and ran off.

After Yang Xi left, Wen Ping originally planned to buy some things in Cangwu City that afternoon. When he arrived at Qingshui Street, the current appearance of Qingshui Street came into view.

At a glance, it was a hundred meters of broken walls and ruins.

From the foot of Yunlan Mountain, within a hundred meters radius, there were only ruins, chaotically piled together. The once bustling Qingshui Street no longer had the hustle and bustle, leaving a melancholy feeling to the heart.

Wen Ping understood that this was the aftermath of "Immortals fighting, mortals suffering."

Taking two more steps forward, the sound of crunching underfoot was constant, the sound of tiles breaking anew.

Though it had been over ten days, Qingshui Street still looked the same.

Of course, it wasn’t that no one was cleaning.

But only the family or their relatives were busy at each house’s ruins; scattered ordinary people could accomplish little.

Behind them, city walls were being repaired, fields and crops outside the city were being salvaged, and villages were being cleaned. Many people’s relatives’ bodies were yet to be found.

Compared to these matters of greater importance, the residences on Qingshui Street seemed rather insignificant.

Perhaps once the city walls were repaired, the City Lord’s Mansion would send people to clean Qingshui Street, but for now, it was impossible.

"Sect Leader Wen!"

"Sect Leader Wen!"

As Wen Ping stepped forward, the busy people around him turned to bow and salute.

This scene was deeply etched in Wen Ping’s mind. After buying his items and returning, Wen Ping mobilized all the disciples, claiming that they would volunteer to work downhill the next morning to help move those particularly heavy large beams.

Yang Lele, upon hearing that they would go downhill, was brimming with energy, "Don’t worry, Sect Leader. In one morning, we can clear all the building debris there!"

Everyone nodded.

However, Qin Shan replied from the side, "Going downhill! It feels like when Cyan Cloud Sect goes downhill... The Cyan Cloud Sect people saved Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu; could we save someone as well?"

"Haha!"

"I might meet a handsome Xiaofan."

At this moment, Huai Ye suddenly asked, "Speaking of going downhill, Sect Leader, can our Immortal Sect also arrange for a disciple trial downhill, allowing us to uphold justice in the ordinary world?"

Listening to these senseless words from his disciples, Wen Ping felt rather helpless. These guys were truly affected by Immortal Slayer.

This drama really needs to be watched less!

In the future, time restriction needs to be implemented—not exceeding one hour a day.

Wen Ping immediately rolled his eyes, "What do you think?"

"Haha, I don’t know," Huai Ye replied with a grin, then covered his mouth with his hand.

Afterward, everyone followed Wen Ping to Qingshui Street and got to work without hesitation.

This startled the people who were busy amidst the rubble.

Yang Lele was the first to step forward, taking a basket full of bricks and stones from a woman. It seemed to weigh about a hundred pounds, "Madam, take a rest; let me handle it!"

Saying this, Yang Lele directly took it, carrying it swiftly to the nearby ox cart.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you, Sect Leader Wen!"

As Qin Shan and the others joined the work of clearing the ruins, the people around them expressed their gratitude.

Many already had tears in their eyes.

Witnessing this scene, Wen Ping’s heart was touched to some extent. Helping others seems to bring a sense of pride, no matter which world you’re in.

Just then, a carriage stopped at the foot of Yunlan Mountain, and Yang Xi jumped out, bouncing to the front of the ruins and cheerfully shouting, "Sect Leader, everyone, I’m back! Did Lele miss me?"

"Miss your head!" Yang Lele shivered from behind, glancing at Zhao Qing beside him, quickly changed the topic, "Hurry and get to work; our task this morning is to clear this area entirely."

Yang Xi asked from afar, "Lele, where did you watch Immortal Slayer until last night?"

Yang Lele responded, "The seven-meridian competition is almost over."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xi immediately made a bitter face, "Ah, you’ve reached that part already! If I had known, I would have come back last night."

At that moment, another person got off the cart, and once off, began clapping.

Wen Ping glanced over, and the clapper was an energetic old man with piercing eyes. Dressed in a black gold robe, he stood there with a kind smile, yet exuded an undeniable authority. Upon seeing him, Wen Ping instantly sensed he was extraordinary and immediately had the system retrieve his personal information.

Murong Chi

Gender: Male

Age: 95

Realm: Middle Profound Realm

(From the Two-star Force Murong Clan, current Clan Leader.)

On seeing this, Wen Ping was stunned.

A Middle Profound Realm concealing his cultivation and silently arriving at Cangwu City.

Friend or foe, hard to say, so Wen Ping spoke up and asked, "Senior, is there something you need?"

Upon hearing Wen Ping’s words, Yang Xi finally reacted, quickly turned around, and said to Wen Ping, "Sect Leader, this Murong Senior wants me to go with him. I said no, but he insists on finding you, saying he has a way to make you expel me from the Immortal Sect."

"Oh?"

Wen Ping looked at Murong Chi a few more times.

This guy wants to poach a disciple?

After getting off the carriage, Murong Chi stated plainly, "Sect Leader Wen, I’ve been interested in this young girl Yang Xi for three years, coming to Cangwu City over ten times for her. While my Murong Family’s power doesn’t rival that of giants like Extreme Realm Mountain, it’s not weak, so I’d like to discuss terms with you. Let Yang Xi go with me, and name your price."