Chapter 399: Uninvited Guest

Chapter 400: Daoist

This strange Taoist, standing like a straw man at the edge of the field, remained motionless for a long time.

In the distance, several cultivators walked over, scolding about something as they went.

"These spirit farmers have truly rebelled..."

"It's hard to start."

"If this continues, our Sun family's days won't be good anymore..."

"I wonder what exactly the family head's plans are?"

"Look how wary he is of those several cultivators coming from outside..."

Those several cultivators coming from outside?

Hearing this, the Taoist stiffly turned his head and glanced at them.

Seeing this, the several Sun family cultivators stopped in their tracks. Seeing that this Taoist had a weak aura, shabby clothes, and was strangely dressed, they asked:

"Who are you?"

The Taoist did not answer, only a muffled sound came from his throat.

Like an old drum leaking air, unable to make a clear sound.

"Is he a mute?"

"Wearing a conical hat and a rain cape, could he be a spirit farmer from Dongshan Cun?"

"No, is he? He's still wearing a Taoist robe underneath, like a Taoist..."

"From outside?"

The several Sun family cultivators discussed amongst themselves.

And that Taoist always looked at them in silence.

One of the thin and tall cultivators among them had a violent temper and cursed:

"A poor Taoist, what the hell are you looking at? If you look again, this old man will dig out your eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist suddenly pounced towards him.

The thin and tall cultivator was startled and hurriedly threw a punch, but just one punch knocked the Taoist to the ground.

His heart settled slightly, and then he laughed coldly:

"I thought you had great abilities, is this all you have to dare to attack this old man?"

Then he walked forward, punching and kicking the Taoist, scolding as he hit:

"What kind of person are you? You dare to hit this old man?"

The Taoist struggled a few times, but couldn't fight back.

The other several Sun family cultivators cheered from the side.

They usually relied on the Sun family's power to bully others; whoever offended them would get a beating like this.

It both vented their anger and maintained the Sun family's dignity.

The thin and tall cultivator finished hitting, smiled coldly, "Let you not have eyes!"

After speaking, he kicked the Taoist and prepared to leave.

But that Taoist stretched out his withered hand again and grasped his foot.

The thin and tall cultivator struggled several times but couldn't break free. His anger rose, and he directly drew his knife.

He chopped off the Taoist's hand with one swing.

However, at the broken place, there was only rotten flesh, not a drop of blood.

The thin and tall cultivator felt somewhat disgusted and also a bit chilled, then thought to see what kind of person this Taoist was, and why he was so strange.

The thin and tall cultivator carefully examined the Taoist's face.

At this sight, he was startled.

This Taoist's face was ordinary, but his eyes were pitch black and empty, like the eyes of a dead person.

Just looking at them for a moment made his head feel dizzy and swollen.

Subsequently, his sea of consciousness surged, and his head ached so much he wanted to vomit.

At the same time, something invisible and sticky seemed to crawl onto his head and bit by bit, along the divine court, drilled in, straight into his sea of consciousness.

Within the sea of consciousness, there were sucking sounds.

As if something was eating...

The thin and tall cultivator's disgusted and dizzy feeling grew stronger.

However, this discomfort was only momentary.

In a flash, he felt nothing.

The pain remained, and the thin and tall cultivator's gaze was somewhat doubtful.

Gradually, his pupils deepened a bit, and the doubt in his gaze disappeared.

And the Taoist on the ground slowly collapsed, no longer entangled, no longer struggling, and no longer alive.

Seeing this, the other several Sun family cultivators were all startled:

"Sun Ji, did you kill him?"

"If he's dead, he's dead. It's not like we haven't killed people before."

The thin and tall cultivator named Sun Ji said faintly, his voice with a barely noticeable hoarseness.

"Then, old rules apply."

"Okay."

Several people guarded the roadside, carefully preventing other cultivators from passing by or seeing.

Sun Ji then dragged the Taoist's corpse to a nearby cliff and directly threw it down.

Only before throwing the corpse, he tore off the Taoist's Taoist robe and kept it for himself.

The other several people looked at each other.

"You want a dead person's Taoist robe too?"

"It's comfortable to wear."

The other several people were stunned and cursed:

"What nonsense are you talking?"

"Comfortable to wear?"

"You're wearing a dead person's Taoist robe?"

"Wear one for this old man to see?"

Before they finished speaking, Sun Ji really put the Taoist robe on his body.

His figure was thin and tall, wearing this dirty and old, short Taoist robe. His hands and feet were all exposed outside by a large section, looking extremely ill-fitting and a little strange.

Like a straw man in the field wearing human clothes.

The other several cultivators all showed expressions of shock.

One Sun family cultivator couldn't help but say:

"You really dare to wear it? I'm truly impressed by you."

Sun Ji didn't feel anything, only said:

"It's not early, let's go back."

The other several people looked at the sky; the sun was still high, and it didn't feel very late.

But after all, they had killed someone, although it was just a passing, nameless Taoist, it was better to return to the family to avoid trouble.

"Okay."

The group walked back. As they walked, Sun Ji suddenly said:

"We seem to have taken the wrong path."

"No, we didn't."

Sun Ji pointed to the other side, "That side is the way back."

The other several people looked and suddenly realized:

"Right."

"Drank too much."

"We really took the wrong path."

Then they just walked towards the other road.

They kept walking.

But the end of this road...

Was a steep cliff.

Below the cliff was a ten-thousand-zhang abyss.

They were still as usual, chatting and laughing, walking on the way home, walked onto the cliff, and then fell into the ten-thousand-zhang abyss, their bones leaving no trace.

Even when falling off the cliff, their faces still had smiles.

They were completely unaware of their death until the end.

Only Sun Ji stopped at the edge of the cliff.

He indifferently glanced at the ten-thousand-zhang cliff, then turned his head, glanced at Qian Family Town and the conspicuous mansion in the town, and slowly walked away.

Sun Ji was wearing an ill-fitting Taoist robe, his hands and feet exposed.

His steps were originally very natural, but as he walked, they became one deep, one shallow.

Cultivators on the road felt strange when they saw him, but they didn't dare to ask.

Sun Ji walked all the way to the Sun family's mansion.

Then he walked to Sun Yi's study.

Inside the study, Sun Yi was still looking at that Thick Earth Array, thinking bitterly.

A moment later, his heart was troubled and confused.

Still no clue.

How exactly do you learn a first-grade eleven-pattern array?

How could that little ghost have learned it?

Why, despite having already built his foundation and comprehended for so long, was he still completely clueless?

Sun Yi was anxious.

If he couldn't learn this array, then he could no longer use the array to coerce the spirit farmers.

Without the support of spirit farmers, their Sun family would sooner or later run out of resources and gradually decline.

"Or, cut the grass and pull the roots, directly destroy the spirit fields?"

A cold light flashed in Sun Yi's eyes.

Destroy the spirit fields, then destroy the Thick Earth Array.

Without the Thick Earth Array, those spirit farmers wouldn't have the array and could only depend on the Sun family.

But this array was his Sun family ancestor's array.

If he destroyed this array, it would also be equivalent to violating his ancestor's ancestral teachings.

It would also be considered forgetting his ancestors...

Sun Yi hesitated, his heart as chaotic as hemp.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Sun Yi was quite irritable and ignored it.

But that person continued to knock on the door.

Thump... thump... thump...

The sound was monotonous and dull.

In Qian Family Town, in the Sun family, who dared to knock on his door like this?

Sun Yi suppressed his anger strongly and said, "Get in!"

The door slowly opened, and Sun Ji walked in, wearing a dirty and old, short Taoist robe.

Sun Yi was startled after seeing him, then couldn't help but say:

"What the hell are you wearing?"

Sun Ji didn't speak.

Sun Yi's brows furrowed; he felt something was not right. "What are you here for?"

Sun Ji still didn't say a word.

Sun Yi was about to say something else when he saw Sun Ji suddenly strike out, drawing the knife from his waist, and chopping at him with one swing.

But he was only in the Qi Refining realm; how could he be an opponent for Sun Yi in the Foundation Building period?

Sun Yi grasped the knife with his bare hands, urged his spirit power, and twisted with force, twisting the blade like a sheet of iron, rolled together.

Then Sun Yi backhanded a palm, his spirit power surged, and he struck Sun Ji flying.

Sun Ji's chest was shattered by the Foundation Building spirit power, and he collapsed on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

Sun Yi coldly snorted, stepped forward, grasped Sun Ji's collar, dragged him up, and said coldly:

"You traitor, who told you to come and kill me?"

Sun Ji wanted to say something but didn't, only coughed out a mouthful of blood from his throat.

"Who gave you such great benefits to make you overestimate yourself and come to kill me?"

Sun Yi stared at Sun Ji's eyes and said coldly, "Speak!"

Sun Ji couldn't speak, but the color of his eyes gradually deepened.

His pupils enlarged, and the whites of his eyes gradually became less visible.

Gradually, his entire eyes became pitch black and empty.

Sun Yi's sea of consciousness experienced a wave of intense, disgusting pain, his brows involuntarily tightened, and after a moment, slowly relaxed again.

He threw Sun Ji onto the ground, no longer asked, and then slowly returned to his seat.

"Sun Yi"'s gaze was blank as he sat on the chair.

The candlelight flickered, and he began to recall some things.

It was as if he was flipping through his memory for something.

"Thick Earth Array..."

"Earth Sect's ultimate array, first grade eleven patterns, a good thing, to actually end up in this place..."

"Mister Zhuang..."

"My... good junior brother..."

"His aura is weak, it seems his injury cannot be healed..."

"Um, Puppet Old is also here..."

"Took a disciple? This is not something you would do."

"Bai... Bai... Junior Sister's child?"