May I seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and live a long and prosperous life.

"Su Changsheng? You, who exactly are you, how do you know about Su Changsheng?" Wang Quan finally panicked, his pupils contracting violently.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you deserve to die. I've found out that over the past ten years, you've bullied and harmed more than just Su Changsheng. If we don't get rid of you, how many more farmers from the Evil Tiger Sect will continue to suffer your oppression and exploitation?"

"S-Senior, this has nothing to do with me. It's an order from above. We're just following orders!"

Li Heng shook his head, not wanting to waste any more words with him. He knew all too well that the higher-ups of the Evil Tiger Sect were all villains. Once Wang Quan was dealt with, Li Heng would naturally take further action against the Evil Tiger Sect.

"Prepare to die! Go to the underworld and atone to Su Changsheng!"

After speaking, Li Heng unleashed his formidable strength at the sixth level of Qi Refining, using solidified spiritual energy to activate his Sharp Metal Finger.

In an instant, an extraordinary power, not belonging to the sixth level of Qi Refining, erupted, and a golden finger moved with unimaginable speed, instantly piercing into Wang Quan's brow.

The protective spiritual power that Wang Quan hastily organized was as good as nothing and was easily penetrated. A blood hole the size of a finger appeared instantly between his eyebrows, with red and white blood flowing out continuously, making the scene extremely bloody.

Wang Quan died as a result!

Li Heng cut off Wang Quan's head, then used his escape technique to disappear from the spot.

Half an hour later, Li Heng arrived at Su Changsheng's grave carrying Wang Quan's head.

"Fellow Daoist Su, I have avenged you. I have cut off Wang Quan's head to offer as a sacrifice to you. You can rest in peace in the afterlife now."

After saying this, Li Heng used a fireball spell to cremate Wang Quan's head in front of his grave and burn it for Su Changsheng.

Afterwards, Li Heng poured three cups of spirit wine in front of the tomb, then got up and returned to his cave.

……

Wang Quan's body was not discovered until three days later by Old Chen, the spirit farmer from the Evil Tiger Gate who lived next door to Wang Quan.

Old Chen from Lingnong immediately reported this to the Evil Tiger Gate.

When the news reached Wu De, the outer gatekeeper of the Evil Tiger Sect, the cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining was enjoying tea in his courtyard.

Wu De was Wang Quan's distant cousin. It was he who brought Wang Quan out of the countryside and put him into the Evil Tiger Gate to make a living.

"Dead?"

Wu De put down his teacup, frowning. "How did he die?"

The outer disciple who brought the message said tremblingly:

"Reporting to Steward Wu, the cause is unknown, and the murderer is also unknown. Wang Quan's head was cut off by the murderer, leaving only a headless corpse at the scene. In addition, the property in Wang Quan's cave was not taken, so it should not be the work of a cultivator robber. The murderer may have come for revenge."

After listening, Wu De remained silent for a long time before waving his hand to dismiss the outer disciples.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; Wu De understood this perfectly.

Over the years, Wang Quan had abused his reputation to act arrogantly and domineeringly among the outer sect members, offending many people. His death is no big deal; it's not worth making a fuss about it.

Every year, the Evil Tiger Sect loses at least 80 to 100 outer disciples. One more Wang Quan wouldn't make a difference, and one less wouldn't make a difference either.

He was just a little disappointed that, although Wang Quan was of poor character, the spirit stones he presented to him every year were never lacking.

"Alright, Xiao Huang, go to the storeroom and get ten low-grade spirit stones. Send them to his family and say he was attacked and killed by a monster while on a sect mission."

Wang Deshun gave instructions to the attendant standing beside him, and then added:

"In addition, the spirit field he was in charge of will be taken over by a new, honest and reliable spirit farmer."

"Yes." The attendant responded and withdrew.

Wu De picked up his teacup again, but the tea had gone cold. He shook his head and poured the cold tea on the ground.

To the higher-ups of the Evil Tiger Sect, Wang Quan's death was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, causing only a few ripples before returning to calm. But among the lower-level spiritual farmers, the news spread like wildfire.

"Have you heard? Wang the Skinflint is dead!"

"Really? That Wang Quan who specifically cuts our harvest?"

"It's absolutely true! Old Chen from the cave next to Wang Quan saw it with his own eyes. His head disappeared without a trace, leaving only his body. He died a terrible death."

"Heaven has eyes! This scourge has finally been punished!"

"Keep your voice down, don't let the people upstairs hear you..."

The spirit farmers of the Evil Tiger Sect whispered among themselves, their faces filled with barely suppressed joy.

It turns out that Wang Quan was in charge of thirty acres of spirit fields in the eastern district of Evil Tiger Gate, and he had exploited every spirit farmer who rented the land in this area.

Wang Quan always finds an excuse to exploit the grassroots spiritual farmers, saying that the quality of the spiritual rice is substandard, or that the spiritual fields are not properly maintained, or even fabricating losses out of thin air, creating various pretexts to deduct from the harvest and line his own pocket.

The one who suffered the most was Su Changsheng, who was falsely accused by Wang Quan of stealing spirit rice a few years ago.

Thinking of Su Changsheng, the old spirit farmers couldn't help but sigh.

He was an honest and hardworking rogue cultivator from the bottom of society. He was quite skilled at farming, and the spiritual rice he handed over every year was always of the highest quality.

Unfortunately, because he defended a lame spiritual farmer, he offended Wang Quan, who falsely accused him of stealing spiritual rice from the Evil Tiger Sect. As a result, he was severely beaten by the law enforcement cultivators of the Evil Tiger Sect and eventually died from his injuries.

The spirit farmers who were close to Su Changsheng sighed, saying it was a pity for such an honest rogue cultivator.

The other lower-level spirit farmers also felt indignant on behalf of Su Changsheng, but because Wang Quan was backed by Wu De, the outer sect manager, they dared not speak out.

"If Brother Su could know this in the afterlife, he would be at peace," an old Lingnong with gray hair murmured.

"Do you think it might be Su Changsheng's relatives or friends coming to seek revenge?" a younger spiritual farmer asked in a low voice.

"Su Changsheng is all alone, where would he get any relatives or friends?" Old Lingnong shook his head.

"However... Wang Quan has offended a lot of people, who knows which hero will make a move."

"That's true. In any case, this is a great thing. Our lives will definitely be a little easier from now on!"

After a moment of silence, everyone dispersed.

In any case, it's a good thing that Wang Quan is dead, and it's gratifying. As for who killed him, does it matter?

......

The outer area of ​​Chixia Mountain is a market town, and the alchemy room is on the second floor of Baicaoge.

Li Heng sat cross-legged in front of the ancient alchemy furnace, his hands forming a mudra, a wisp of pale blue flame dancing in his palm, precisely controlling the furnace temperature.

Beside him, five Dantu stood respectfully behind Li Heng, looking at him with admiration and envy.

Inside the alchemy furnace, thirteen mid-grade Qi Gathering Pills were taking shape, and the fragrance of the medicine was slowly escaping from the furnace cracks.

After a cup of tea.

The great alchemy furnace trembled slightly.

Li Heng opened his eyes, stopped the incantation, and the furnace lid flew up automatically, revealing thirteen round, pale yellow pills, shining brightly, inside the furnace.

The surface of the pill has faint, flowing patterns of cinnabar. Although it is only a mid-grade Qi Gathering Pill, its quality has reached the top tier of mid-grade Qi Gathering Pills.

"Elder Li, is the new batch of Qi Gathering Pills ready?"

A respectful inquiry came from outside the alchemy room.

"Come in," Li Heng said calmly.

The door was pushed open, and a servant in green robes bowed as he entered, carrying a jade plate in both hands. Li Heng took thirteen mid-grade Qi Gathering Pills from the alchemy furnace and placed them on the plate.

The servant's eyes lit up: "The patterns on the cinnabar are clear, and the aroma of the medicine is rich and mellow. Old Master Li's skills are becoming more and more exquisite!"

Stop flattering me.

Li Heng waved his hand and said, "These are thirteen high-quality mid-grade Qi Gathering Pills. Quickly take them to Manager Qi of the Pill Room. This batch of mid-grade Qi Gathering Pills is of good quality, so the price should be increased appropriately."

"Yes, I will inform Steward Qi!" The servant carefully carried the jade tray away.