When he realized that his fiancée, Ye Qingcheng, was the one who had sent these people to kill him, Lu Ming was genuinely shocked.
From the information she had leaked, it was clear that the woman knew his true identity. This only added to Lu Ming's confusion; very few people knew who he really was.
Could someone have betrayed him? Thinking of this, he looked up at Wang Defa and the others, who were covered in blood and fighting for their lives. Lu Ming shook his head. It didn't seem like them.
Or perhaps the members of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect remaining in the Eastern Province had leaked his situation to her? But who? Only his own people knew that he was Great Sage Sun the Lesser!
Furthermore, why did Ye Qingcheng want him dead? It wasn't the Tiansheng Sect’s official order; if the sect itself wanted him dead, they wouldn't have gone to such elaborate lengths. It was likely that Xiao Chen’s previous assassination attempt had also been her idea.
But he had no grudge or enmity with that woman! Was it simply because she didn't want to marry him? Or was there another reason? Lu Ming felt as if a tangled mess was churning in his mind. He couldn't see through her motives at all.
"Cough, cough..."
Just then, Ji Chen began to cough violently beside him. Lu Ming turned to see that the other man’s face was pale and he looked as if he might collapse at any moment.
"Here!" Lu Ming said without hesitation, handing Ji Chen a top-grade recovery pill.
Looking at the pill, Ji Chen’s eyes flickered. This Huaguoshan lineage was truly wealthy! These people probably wanted to kill Lu Ming because he was too rich, right?
"This is a bit of a waste. A regular recovery pill would be fine," Ji Chen said. He felt that a top-grade recovery pill should be saved for a critical moment.
"Just eat it. Do we work this hard to get resources just to let them sit there?" Lu Ming didn't wait for an answer and stuffed the pill into Ji Chen’s mouth.
As the pill dissolved, a cool sensation flowed through Ji Chen's body, repairing his injuries. Meanwhile, Big Yellow and the others had finished their battles. They were all covered in wounds. Big Yellow’s leg was broken, and several of the bumps on Bao Duoduo’s head had burst. Half of Wang Defa’s body was mangled, and Xue Wuchang was in even worse shape, with half of his head missing. Feng Qingqing was in tears, her heart aching for him.
Looking at everyone's injuries, Lu Ming spoke up, "Hurry and recover. I’m going to take a look around..."
On the battlefield, Zhu Wuneng and Xiao Huihui were quickly gathering storage bags. Lu Ming did a sweep and found that everyone appeared to be dead.
Thud, thud...
To be safe, he delivered a finishing blow to every corpse from the Tianqi Dynasty. He didn't want someone coming to find him for revenge many years later.
Avenger: "You killed many people at Songfeng Villa back then!"
Me: "And you're one of the people I killed?"
Avenger: "No... I am..."
Lu Ming shuddered at the thought of such a scene. It was too terrifying. Consequently, his movements became even faster.
Observing Lu Ming’s actions, the Saint of the Starry Sect—who had taken a pill to suppress his aura—felt his heart sink into despair. It was over. He was completely finished!
After dealing with those corpses, Lu Ming arrived in front of the bodies of the bystanders who had been caught in the crossfire. Just as he was hesitating over how to handle them, a weak voice spoke up.
"Saint... of Huaguoshan... I want to report... someone is pretending to be an innocent bystander!"
Lu Ming looked toward the voice and saw a familiar face peeking out from under a pile of corpses. It was the rogue cultivator from the arena who had compared sizes with him. He was currently at death's door, his breath faint.
"What's going on?" Lu Ming asked, puzzled.
The sturdy man immediately pointed a trembling finger at the Saint of the Starry Sect and his group, his eyes full of resentment. "They... are pretending to be innocent!"
As soon as the words left the man's mouth, the Saint of the Starry Sect performed a kip-up and knelt before Lu Ming. "Saint of Huaguoshan, have mercy! We didn't kill anyone!"
As his pleas rang out, the remaining disciples of the Starry Sect also began to beg, "Have mercy!"
Lu Ming looked at them but said nothing. Instead, he went to the sturdy man and gave him a recovery pill and a detoxification pill. Once the medicine took effect, the man’s injuries began to heal. He looked at Lu Ming in shock, not expecting to be saved. He struggled to his knees.
"Please, Saint of Huaguoshan, help me get revenge! From now on, my life belongs to you!"
"Who is your enemy?" Lu Ming asked.
The man pointed at the Saint of the Starry Sect and his group, gritting his teeth. "They just killed my sister!"
Lu Ming scanned the area and indeed found a female corpse on the ground nearby. The man had been hiding beneath her. The Saint of the Starry Sect trembled and quickly shouted, "Please, Saint of Huaguoshan, spare my life! My life will be yours!"
"Please spare us, we are willing to serve you like oxen and horses!"
"Spare us..."
The rest of the Starry Sect disciples followed suit. The sturdy man’s face turned pale as he began to shake. As a rogue cultivator, he was certainly not as valuable as the Saint of the Starry Sect. Would the Saint of Huaguoshan still be willing to help him seek revenge?
Lu Ming looked at the Saint of the Starry Sect and asked, "Why are you playing dead?"
The Saint froze for a moment before replying, "If I could beat you, would I need to do this?"
Lu Ming was momentarily stunned. That actually sounded quite logical. If you can't win, what else can you do but play dead?
Splat!
Without hesitation, Lu Ming moved and killed the Saint of the Starry Sect. Is there something wrong with your head? You participated in a plot to kill me, and you expect me to spare you? What were you thinking? Besides, do you really take me for some brainless saint?
"Saint!" The remaining members of the Starry Sect roared in fury upon seeing their leader killed.
Swish!
Someone summoned a weapon. Puff... puff...
Before they could even make a move, Ji Chen, Wang Defa, and the others—who had recovered slightly—stepped in and finished them off. Not only that, they went through all the corpses in the area and delivered finishing blows to ensure no one was faking it.
"Thank you, Lord Saint! Thank you..." the sturdy man stammered, finally reacting.
Seeing Wang Defa and the others stabbing the corpses, the man hesitated for a moment before raising a blade to his own throat, prepared to commit suicide. Seeing this, Lu Ming and the others widened their eyes.
"Holy crap... what are you doing?" Lu Ming shouted, unable to understand why the man would suddenly try to kill himself.
The man replied with a serious expression, "I’m silencing myself! I can't let anyone have the chance to learn about your affairs from me..."
Lu Ming was stunned. He hadn't expected this tough guy to have such a thought. "Sigh! You don't need to die," Lu Ming sighed. Dammit, I might not be a good person, but I don't just kill people for no reason!
Hearing this, the man’s eyes lit up. He quickly shouted, "Lord Saint, please let me follow you! Rest assured, I am a rogue cultivator with no ties to anyone..."
As he spoke, his gaze darkened. His only sister was dead. Lu Ming looked at the man and eventually nodded.
"Fellow Daoist Sun, we should leave quickly! So many people have died; their factions certainly won't let this go!" Ji Chen urged.
"Alright! Pack up, let's go!"
Seeing that the group hadn't fully recovered, Lu Ming didn't waste any more time and directly put them into the Equality Secret Realm. He then went to the edge of the formation, opened a gap, and stepped out.
Ye Fan had been outside the whole time, watching the protective array of Songfeng Villa. He was wondering if these people would be able to kill Lu Ming this time.
Just then, he saw a flash of light at a corner of the array. Lu Ming, covered in wounds and appearing extremely weak, stepped out from within.
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