Chapter 88

"Uncle Niu, Aunt Liu, I'm sorry! I will surely eliminate the remaining villains!"

In front of a grave at the entrance of Tushan Village, nine grotesque heads were placed. Lichen bowed his head and kowtowed three times, the sound echoing loudly.

After offering wine to the grave, Lichen left without looking back.

Smoke rose, crows mourned, and the cold wind blew, unable to express the brevity of life!

Several days later, at the Southern Cloud Peak of Xuan Yun Sect.

"Have you heard? The Thirteen Thieves of Tianyun have all been exterminated!"

"Tsk, who doesn't know that? It's all over the news!"

"Of course, every deed of the eldest disciple is earth-shattering!"

"Have you heard that the leader of the Thirteen Thieves, Yun Zhonglong, is a peak True Forging Realm expert? If the eldest disciple can kill him, he must have already advanced to the Core Formation Realm, right?"

"I don't know if he has advanced to the Core Formation Realm, but I do know that the eldest disciple once fought a peak expert at the mid-True Forging Realm. Now that he's at the peak of the True Forging Realm, killing Yun Zhonglong is like slaughtering a dog."

Disciples all over the mountain and the courtyard, whether inner or outer disciples, who knew who Ye Guyun was, were all spreading the news of the extermination of the Thirteen Thieves.

Hearing the whispers around him, Lichen walked along the mountain path with a blank expression.

He didn't care about these empty titles and didn't think the owner of that lonely figure would take credit for it, so he mostly ignored it.

For no reason, Lichen's mind flashed with the image of Ye Guyun. Since that day he saw the overwhelming power of that sword, he had decided to surpass the other.

"Hey, Junior Brother Li, you're back!"

As he was walking, Pang Wenshan, carrying a black iron staff, ran over excitedly. Due to Lichen's insistence, he still called him junior brother.

"Senior Brother Pang, what's up?"

Lichen stopped.

"You're really something, going after the Thirteen Thieves alone. Fortunately, you're back!"

Pang Wenshan wiped the sweat from his head, seemingly just finished morning practice, and looked at Lichen with concern.

"Good luck!"

Lichen smiled shyly.

"Not just good luck, let me tell you, the Thirteen Thieves were all eliminated by our eldest disciple. You don't need to seek revenge on them anymore!"

Pang Wenshan said with reverence.

"Ha ha!"

Lichen smiled without comment.

"Indeed, you don't know, yesterday at noon, Songyang City, Luofang City, Beiyeh City, Guyun City, and several nearby cities, all the well-known forces sent hero letters to the sect.

You can't imagine the scene, hundreds of people all wanted to meet our eldest disciple. Unfortunately, the eldest disciple announced his seclusion upon return and won't come out until he breaks through to the Core Formation Realm. Tsk, tsk."

Pang Wenshan said with envy.

"The eldest disciple is indeed a hero!"

Lichen nodded. He had first gone to Tushan Village, which took two days, so he was a bit behind the other forces.

"So, you need to hurry up and practice, or the eldest disciple might look down on you!"

Pang Wenshan patted his shoulder and said bluntly.

"Look down on me?"

Lichen scratched his head. What did his practice have to do with that mysterious eldest disciple?

"Stupid, think about it. The eldest disciple killed the Thirteen Thieves, indirectly avenging you. In the future, you should thank the eldest disciple in person. If the eldest disciple gives you some guidance, it will be invaluable!"

Pang Wenshan rolled his eyes, looking defeated.

"That's true!"

Lichen pretended to slap his forehead in realization. "Right, I got some good things this time. I'll give them to you!"

He took out a storage bag from his backpack and handed it to Pang Wenshan.

"What's in the storage bag?"

Pang Wenshan glanced at it indifferently, seeing a dusty bag, but when he grabbed it, he suddenly exclaimed and then solemnly pushed the storage bag back. "Too valuable!"

A low-end storage bag is at least as valuable as a low-grade spirit weapon, worth over a hundred yuan stones.

Many early True Forging Realm martial artists, after accumulating resources, can afford a spirit weapon but not a storage bag; they can't have both.

"You help me give these to Senior Brother Liu and the others! Don't let anyone see."

Lichen didn't take it back, instead, he took out five or six more from his backpack and stuffed them into Pang Wenshan's arms.

"Did you steal from the headmaster's treasure vault?"

Pang Wenshan, knowing Lichen was close to Hou Dan, exclaimed in shock.

"I made a small fortune recently!"

Lichen slapped his forehead, sighing.

"Good kid!"

Pang Wenshan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing Lichen wouldn't say more, but as long as it wasn't ill-gotten gains, he was fine. He rubbed the storage bag, saying, "If this were a spirit weapon, how great would that be!"

Lichen smiled faintly. With Pang Wenshan's cultivation, he couldn't open the storage bag until he advanced to the True Forging Realm.

"By the way, where are you going? This isn't the way up the mountain?"

If not for seeing Lichen practicing on the edge of the mountain, Pang Wenshan wouldn't have found him so easily. Since Lichen went out alone to find the Thirteen Thieves, he had been worried sick.

"To the main peak!"

"To the main peak for what?"

"To find someone. Senior Brother Pang, go back and rest!"

Lichen didn't want to say more, his figure flickered past Pang Wenshan, and he disappeared into the forest path in an instant.

"Hey, hey, Junior Brother Li, you can't just go to the main peak. You have to—"

Pang Wenshan called out repeatedly, unsure if Lichen heard. He wanted to follow but was burdened by the storage bags.

Considering Lichen's reputation in Xuan Yun Sect and his nature, which wouldn't easily cause trouble, Pang Wenshan shook his head, assuming Lichen had heard him and was eager to thank Ye Guyun, so he left with peace of mind.

"Stop, outer disciples are not allowed to enter随意!"

At the foot of the main peak, several dozen miles from Southern Cloud Peak, a majestic archway stood. Four disciples in white robes blocked Lichen's path.

"Salutations, Senior Brothers. I'm here to find Qiu Qianyi and Zhang Chulong. Can you please help me?"

Lichen bowed.

"Elite disciples? What does an inner disciple want with elite disciples? And you dare to call them by name? How bold!"

One of them frowned and coldly shouted.

These were disciples who had broken through to the True Forging Realm after leaving the inner sect, each about ten years older than Lichen, strong and robust.

Usually, those entering the main peak were elite geniuses or core disciples, who mostly ignored them. Seeing Lichen looking for two elite disciples, they wanted to show their authority and wouldn't give him a good face.

"Can you at least tell me if they are in the sect?"

That day, after torturing Yun Zhonghu, Lichen learned that Yun Zhonghu was from the Qiu family, so he naturally thought of Qiu Qianyi.

Qiu Qianyi was the son of Qiu Shanzhong, the head of the Qiu family. If this matter had nothing to do with him, Lichen wouldn't believe it.

Unfortunately, after changing course to Tushan Village and then going to Songyang City, Qiu Qianyi and Zhang Chulong had already disappeared.