All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 435 - 263: Li Zijun, we meet again. _1

Chapter 435: Chapter 263: Li Zijun, we meet again. _1
Dark energy engulfed the sky.
The mountain had collapsed from its waist, splitting the path in two with rolling debris. A few unfortunate souls were instantly buried under the rubble, obviously beyond saving.
Uncle Wang carefully pocketed the jade hairpin, then raised his eyes to look ahead, into the thick crowd that bustled with disgruntled cursing from the caravan workers:
"What’s going on here?"
"We were walking just fine; why block the path? Who are you people?"
"This is a merchant caravan under the Chu Family of Xiegu City!"
"Move aside, clear the way!"
A group of mysterious figures appeared suddenly, silent, standing still with antique ring masks and clothed in black.
And with them came tendrils of strange black vapor.
Their emotionless, pale eyes fixed on the lead man, and the next moment, a hand was raised.
The Chu Family guard who had stepped forward to question what was happening suddenly had eyes as round as saucers; then, his entire body rapidly swelled into a horrifying flesh balloon until—
BANG—
Blood splattered, the stench of death filled the air, and the man was reduced to ashes right before everyone’s eyes, dispersing into the black vapor.
Black blood slowly flowed on the ground, merging with the blood-red soil.
This ghastly scene happened in an instant, terrifying the entire merchant caravan into retreating, their faces clouded with fear as they watched.
"Help..."
"Who are you, sir? Let’s talk this over..."
Li Zijun tightened her clothing, pale-faced as she watched the scene unfold. Despite being prepared, her heart still leapt when she saw an innocent person turn to ashes, and her throat tightened slightly with emotion.
It was her oversight. Wasn’t the caravan’s sudden travel through Xiao Feng Cliff warning enough? These Evil Cultivators’ presence here indicated that they had carefully calculated everything, having known her whereabouts well in advance.
While she pondered, she saw one of the figures in black rise into the air, his gaze sweeping over the workers on the mountain path.
As he ascended, everyone huddled together, pushing and shouting to move back further.
Some of the faint-hearted had already passed out.
The man in black spoke with a hoarse voice, addressing no one in particular, "Miss Zijun, you wouldn’t want to see these innocent people die because of you, would you...
"Starting now, for every ten breaths that pass, I will kill one person.
"I have heard the daughter of the Confucian Sage is kind, gentle, and cares for the people, but I wonder if that is an exaggeration or the truth?
"I will start counting now."
As soon as the words fell, ten people were encased in black energy and lifted into the air, their faces bleak with fear, helpless, as drops of foul-smelling urine trickled down.
"Ten..."
Instantly, panic gripped everyone on the mountain path; they looked at each other and cried:
"Who is Miss Zijun?"
"Daughter of the Confucian Sage, please come out."
"I don’t want to die..."
Uncle Wang, having wandered far and wide for many years and having spent some time in the Eastern Country, knew of these Immortals, yet had never witnessed such a scene before.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, he shielded Li Zijun behind him, comforting her:
"Girl, don’t be afraid."
"Uncle Wang is here..."
Li Zijun’s eyes flickered, as she gently bit her lower lip and lightly touched the jade ruler at her waist.
It bore the imprint of the Confucian Sage’s consciousness.
And it was this very consciousness that ensured her unique constitution remained undetected.
"Nine... Eight..."
"Seven..."
Despair filled the atmosphere; everyone’s expression was filled with misery and helplessness.
Each breath carried an eerie stench of blood, as if awaiting fate’s judgment like ants.
Li Zijun’s eyes gently closed as she took a deep breath, about to rise when suddenly she heard a roar:
"How dare you!"
It echoed through the mountains, and all eyes, full of hope, turned in that direction. Then they saw dozens of figures rushing toward them at great speed.
"You dare cause trouble in Xiegu City!?"
"The Gu Family is here, Gu Qingfeng is present, who dares to be so brazen!"
A handsome man followed by a group of Gu Family elders and attendants, the highest in cultivation among them at the Early Stage Nascent Soul.
The workers, upon hearing Gu Qingfeng’s words, looked at him with eyes brimming with excitement, as though finally, a light pierced through the murky air.
"It’s the Gu Family of Xiegu City!!"
"We’re saved!! The Gu Family, one of the four great families of Xiegu City!"
Gu Qingfeng’s eyes were fixed steadfastly on the group of figures in black.
He was certain. The energy emanating from these people was identical to that found on the corpse of Yang Erbao!
"It was you who killed Second Brother Bao, wasn’t it!"
"Pay with your life!"
One of the elders behind Gu Qingfeng immediately positioned a long spear in front of his chest, and a bright spear ray burst forth, penetrating the heavens and earth.
It was over a hundred feet long, as thick as a tree trunk, with an awe-inspiring presence.
The terrifying aura unique to a Nascent Soul cultivator instantly spread out, pressing all the ordinary people so hard they didn’t dare lift their heads, and everyone knelt to the ground.
One of the figures in black looked indifferently at the spear rays before him, his sleeve brushed by, his body leaning slightly forward as he casually grabbed the spear. It vibrated endlessly, yet could not escape the grasp of his five fingers.
The next instant, an aura of death rapidly spread to the elder who held the spear.