Full-Time Magister: What kind of demonic tree is this? It's clearly a sacred tree!

Chapter 70 The Grand Steward of Tiger's Tomb

The veiled woman gave Zhang Chen a deep look in the crowd before leaving with her two attendants. Zhang Chen didn't notice at all; he was having a lively conversation with Little Monkey in his mind.

"Little monkey, aren't you afraid He Yu will be sad?"

"Brother Chen?"

"Hmm, what's going on? Why are you pretending to have amnesia? And it seems like there's something on your mind?"

"Brother Chen, our team stumbled into the Abyss of Fiends during a mission. I only escaped thanks to the Xuan Snake Demon Armor and the Silver Sky Wings. Later, I saw a group of Black Church members!"

"I heard a very familiar voice. We definitely heard that voice back in Bo City. His subordinates called him Hujin Grand Steward, but I can't remember who it was."

Seeing the little monkey clutching its head in pain, Zhang Chen quickly sent a telepathic message: "Don't think about it anymore, that's enough!"

"Well, then I was injured by them. I was rescued by Su Xiaoluo while I was drifting along the stream. I originally planned to recover for a while and then return to the ancient capital, but just a few days ago someone poisoned my medicine!"

"So that means there's a Black Vatican in this village! Let me take a look when everyone's here."

"Um, Brother Chen, could you explain this to He Yu for me?"

"Haha, you'll have to explain it yourself then!" Zhang Chen glanced at He Yu, whose face was so gloomy it could drip water, and said with a smile.

Seeing that the spirits that had attacked the village had been eliminated, the villagers gradually gathered around, and an old man with gray hair walked among the crowd to discuss matters with the villagers.

But the villagers were clearly divided, and the arguments grew louder and louder.

Zhang Chen could clearly smell the scent of the sacred spring on these people, so he telepathically transmitted a message to the little monkey: "Little monkey, is there anything strange in this village? Like a spring or something?"

"Brother Chen, you want to ask about the Kun Well water in the village, right?"

"Oh, so it was in the well."

"But Brother Chen, this is the foundation of their ability to survive in this land of the dead!"

"Its water is very similar to the Holy Spring. Even if we don't take it, the Black Vatican will. They're arguing about whether or not to go to the ancient capital. We might as well take them all to the ancient capital; it'll be safer that way."

"All right!"

Then, centered on Zhang Chen, the power of his mind rippled outwards, and the villagers, who had been arguing heatedly, gradually calmed down and suddenly felt that the ancient capital was a good choice.

At this moment, Zhang Chen called out loudly, "We need to wait until the rain stops before heading back to the ancient capital. It's getting increasingly dangerous outside. Anyone who wants to go to the ancient capital can come with us then, and we'll guarantee your safety!"

With the help of his spiritual power, the villagers agreed without much thought, as Zhang Chen's level-five spiritual power was enough to influence these ordinary people for seven or eight days.

Zhang Chen and his group were hosted by the village chief Xie Sang and stayed in an empty house next to the village well. Zhang Chen and Mo Fan even secretly went out and carried the still unconscious man in the straw raincoat into the room.

Zhang Chen showed no mercy, slapping the man twice until he immediately opened his eyes.

Zhang Chen asked, "Why are you controlling undead to attack the village? Why aren't your undead afraid of sunlight?"

The man laughed maniacally: "Want to know? Beg me and I'll tell you!"

"Then you should rest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful mental force rushed into the man's mental world, took control of him, and induced him to reveal what Zhang Chen had just asked.

A look of resentment crossed his face as he said, "It's all because of Xie Sang, the village chief of Huacun! When the well water in our Yangyang Village was about to dry up, I begged him to lend us some water, but he wouldn't lend us a single drop! ————

"Rather than watch our villagers be killed by the undead and turn into undead themselves, I, a necromancer, would rather turn them into my own undead! — So I personally killed my wife, children, and villagers! —"

Mo Fan and Zhang Chen were shocked. He was ruthless enough. Mo Fan clenched his fists tightly.

"The reason the dead can walk in the daytime is because I infused my spirit with the water from the Kun Well! I'm a genius! My ancestors have blessed me, and they want me to punish these ————"

"What! The Holy Spring can make the undead move during the day? Could the Black Church also have such a method?!"

Mo Fan and Zhang Chen clearly had the same idea and said in unison, "We need to leave as soon as possible tomorrow! Go back and inform the Bell Tower Magic Association!" Mo Fan couldn't wait to leave and said, "Hmm! Little Monkey said there's a Black Vatican in this village, but I've looked around and haven't sensed it. Let's go and take the Kun Well water tomorrow morning." Zhang Chen said. The next day, when it was still foggy, a shadow slipped into the well. The space at the bottom of the well was very large, completely a cave. The entire village could live there without any problems. At the bottom of the well, facing the wellhead, there was a small pool of water. Zhang Chen came down and smelled the scent of the Earthly Holy Spring, although it wasn't as strong as the one in Bo City.

In an inconspicuous corner of the underground cave, a young man sat quietly cross-legged, cultivating with Kun Well water. Zhang Chen naturally noticed him and initially thought he was probably a relative of the village chief, so he didn't intend to pay him any attention. However, a stench suddenly wafted over, causing Zhang Chen to frown.

So that's where it is! How come I didn't see it during the day?

Seeing Zhang Chen's furrowed brows, Mo Fan asked, "Is he from the Black Vatican?"

Zhang Chen nodded, teleported over, and used his mind to control him, hoping to get some information out of him. But it turned out he was just a low-level gray-clad warrior who knew practically nothing.

But the fact that he was able to cultivate here must mean he had a close relationship with the village chief. The village chief might also have some issues, so Zhang Chen didn't kill him immediately, but just knocked him unconscious.

When we go to the ancient capital, I will use mind control on him.

Zhang Chen and Mo Fan each took half of the Kun Well water. Although it wasn't as concentrated as the sacred spring water in Bo City, the quantity was plentiful, allowing the sacred tree to grow a little.

The morning light was still obscured by the clouds, making it dim and indistinct when it fell on the village.

The rain has stopped, but the clouds haven't dispersed, lingering above this salty land all day long.

Hundreds of villagers, young and old, followed Mo Fan on his journey. Zhang Chen watched from behind, while He Yu stood in the middle of the group, observing Su Xiaoluo and Zhang Xiaohou.

It takes two or three days to get from here to the ancient capital, and we need to stay outside for two nights. Fortunately, we didn't encounter Sha Yuan, and the two high-level beings easily brought the villagers back to the ancient capital.

Because it was daytime, there were still some guardian priests patrolling outside the outer city walls. Upon seeing living people, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickened their pace to hide in the city.

A group of people arrived at the city gate, where a team of mages in uniform were guarding it.

The guard, Master Wei, looked at them with surprise: "You're from Hua Village?"

"Yes, yes, I am the village chief." Village chief Xie Sang immediately took out a seal, which clearly indicated his identity as the village chief of Weiju Village.

"Everyone in town has been talking about you people from Weiju Village lately," another young guard said.

"Why are you talking about us?" Hong Jun looked at them with a puzzled expression.

The guard captain pursed his lips and casually handed the village chief a copy of today's morning newspaper.

The village chief picked it up and immediately noticed a striking headline!

"Six dilapidated villages in the Xianchi area have apparently been ransacked by ghosts, with very few survivors!"

Seeing this, the villagers couldn't help but feel fortunate that they had come to the ancient capital.