Chapter 79: Qin Mu Has Arrived!

Great Yu Dynasty, in a small village to the south, three people—one man and two women—arrived.

The man was delicate and youthful, his face so tender it was clear he was just a brat who hadn’t even finished growing.

The two women were entirely different—stunningly beautiful, like fairies descended to the mortal realm.

One was a tall, icy beauty with a cold aura, the other a mysterious young woman in white.

That’s right, these three were none other than Qin Mu and his companions.

Speaking of which, this mission was quite strange—not particularly difficult, but so simple it bordered on absurd.

Help the Village Chief’s family resolve their difficulties.

Short and to the point.

When Qin Mu first drew this task, he even asked if there had been a mistake.

The on-duty disciple firmly denied it, saying mistakes were impossible.

With that said, Qin Mu could only accept it.

Wakaka, who knew I’d have a day where my luck exploded!

Now there shouldn’t be any unexpected problems, right?

In an area inhabited by mortals, what big storms could possibly happen?

But still, this little village was truly remote. If not for the sect’s guidance, Qin Mu would never have found this place even if you beat him.

Luckily, the sect’s navigation was reliable—much better than those worthless maps in his previous life.

It was said that not long ago, two Foundation Establishment Stage disciples from the sect had come down the mountain to explore and had accidentally discovered this place.

The villagers here were also quite enthusiastic and hospitable.

After some investigation, the disciples heard rumors of ghostly incidents happening here from time to time.

Seeing no sign of any great demon, they volunteered to handle it.

But after spending quite some time, they couldn’t find anything.

Later, they stayed for a while and did encounter a few hauntings, but each time ended in failure.

Helpless, they could only report the matter to the sect.

Qin Mu arrived at the village entrance and saw two young men waiting.

Judging by the patterns on their robes, they were disciples of the Sword Sect.

The moment they saw Qin Ruoshuang, both disciples stiffened, quickened their pace, and hurried over to greet them.

“We did not know Holy Maiden would come in person. Please forgive our lack of welcome!”

Qin Ruoshuang paid little attention to these words.

To her, as long as it didn’t concern Mu’er, it wasn’t important.

Seeing Qin Ruoshuang didn’t respond, the two disciples sighed in relief.

As Sword Sect disciples, they knew Qin Ruoshuang’s character well—ignoring you was the best outcome.

Otherwise, she might just draw her sword.

“Ha, thank you both for coming.”

At this moment, Young Master Qin, who had been ignored by the two disciples, spoke up.

“May I ask the names of the two senior brothers? I am Qin Mu.”

“So it’s Junior Brother Qin. I’m Zhou Ji, and he’s Kong Fan.”

One of the disciples, short and thin, spoke.

Beside him, Kong Fan was sturdily built, with a heavy sword strapped to his back.

Behind Kong Fan was a heavy sword.

Zhou Ji glanced at the white-robed maiden nearby—she was also dazzlingly beautiful.

“And this junior sister is?”

Liu Zixi smiled slightly.

“Junior Sister’s name is Liu Zixi. I ask for your guidance, Senior Brothers.”

At this, Kong Fan spoke.

“Hey, Junior Sister, there’s no need to be so polite. Out here, we’re all Seven Star Sect disciples. Looking out for each other is only natural.”

Kong Fan’s voice was loud, matching his sturdy build. If not for the heavy sword on his back, Qin Mu would have thought he was a body cultivator.

Qin Mu took out a Jade Slip.

Zhou Ji infused it with qi, and the Jade Slip glowed, signifying the successful acceptance of the mission.

“May I ask, Senior Brother, could you explain the situation in detail?”

Qin Mu took the initiative to ask.

After all, Sister Ruoshuang was quiet by nature, and as for Senior Sister Zixi, she had already said on the way that she would leave everything to him.

It left Qin Mu dumbfounded.

No, I’m not Detective K. My little head doesn’t hold great wisdom.

“Junior Brother Qin, let’s walk and talk.”

Zhou Ji led the way.

“This matter is indeed strange. While there have been odd occurrences, no villagers have gone missing. Logically, there’s no convergence of Lingqi here, so for a monster of this level, it’d be hard to persist without absorbing human vitality.”

On the Heavenly Profound Continent, there were places where the Lingqi of heaven and earth was so abundant that spirits and monsters would naturally be born.

But in such places, the creatures didn’t need to worry about a lack of Lingqi.

Sometimes, spirits born in other areas struggled to maintain their forms due to the thinness of Lingqi.

Yet all living beings crave survival.

To continue existing, some were forced to absorb human vitality.

However, human life force was not as pure as Lingqi, and overconsumption would make them increasingly violent and bloodthirsty.

Therefore, when facing such spirits, the best course was to eliminate them on the spot—otherwise, they would eventually become a disaster.

Qin Mu listened to Zhou Ji’s explanation, nodding thoughtfully on the surface.

In reality, his mind was a mess—he understood none of it.

He hadn’t read much about cultivation to begin with, let alone this.

“Then, according to Senior Brother Zhou, what do you think?”

Zhou Ji stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

“Either there’s actually a place of abundant Lingqi nearby, or… there is Demonic Qi here.”

At these words, Qin Mu jumped in shock.

Nani! Demonic Qi!

That was a necessary condition for the Demon Clan to breed.

This was different from the Devil Path—at least those were human, while the Demon Clan were outright foreign.

The moment they met, it was fight or die!

Damn! Isn’t this just a beginner’s training mission?

How did it get tangled up with the Demon Clan?

Seeing Qin Mu’s miserable expression, Zhou Ji quickly spoke.

“Junior Brother Qin, this is just my speculation. Besides, if it truly were the Demon Clan, during those encounters, they would have attacked us without hesitation.”

Let’s hope so…

Qin Mu decided he’d better be ready to run for it if things went south.

In any case, surviving came first.

Then he’d think about the rest.

Following Zhou Ji, Qin Mu and the others arrived at a newly built tile-roofed house, which stood out sharply from the surrounding old and worn dwellings.

“Old Village Chief! We’re back!”

Zhou Ji pushed open the door.

Behind him, Kong Fan shouted loudly.

However, after a moment, it was still silent—no one came out.

“That’s odd…”

Zhou Ji muttered and went inside to look for the old Village Chief.

Qin Mu followed, eyes curiously taking in the interior decorations.

This was his first time seeing a house where mortals lived in this world.

“Junior Brother looks quite curious.”

Beside him, Liu Zixi approached, her tone gentle.

“It’s my first time seeing this. Before, I thought most mortals lived in thatched huts…”

Qin Mu had thought mortals in this world lived like ancient people from his previous world.

But seeing this, their lives seemed quite decent.

They searched for a while but didn’t find the old Village Chief.

However, it seemed he hadn’t been gone long—there was a cup of hot tea, and judging by the temperature, he must have just left.

“Senior Brother Zhou, could it be the Village Chief went out for some business?”

Qin Mu also looked around, but mainly wandered about in curiosity.

He ended up touring the entire courtyard but found no one.

“That’s possible too. The Village Chief has the highest prestige in the village. Whenever there’s trouble, villagers come to him.”

At this point, Zhou Ji could only accept Qin Mu’s reasoning.