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Just as everyone was discussing, Li Erniu somehow managed to get to Lin Zhixu's side.

He looked down at the sword in Lin Zhixu's hand and took it from him.

Lin Zhixu paused slightly, but did not stop him, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

His sword is not something anyone can wield; an ordinary person would be repelled by its aura if they even touched it.

Li Erniu gripped the hilt of his sword, weighed it in his hand, walked up to the man in white, and poked his arm with the tip of his sword.

The man in white cried out in pain as bright red blood gushed out from the spot where he had been stabbed.

Li Erniu sheathed his sword, turned around and nodded to the crowd, his tone serious: "It is indeed a person."

Everyone: "..."

Lin Zhixu snatched the sword back, walked up to the man in white, and looked down at him: "What exactly are you? Did you kill those people?"

The man in white raised his head, a twisted smile spreading across his face, which was covered in black cracks.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and said in a hoarse voice, "You'd better release me now, or when my master arrives, you will all die, your souls scattered, and you will have no place to be buried!"

After listening, Lin Zhixu expressionlessly drew the sword he had just put away again and handed it to Li Erniu.

Li Erniu understood immediately, took the sword and took a step forward, the tip of the sword flashing in front of the man in white.

Li Erniu said in a chilling tone, "Then let's see if your master comes first, or if I stab you to death first."

Looking into Li Erniu's calm and unwavering eyes, the man in white felt a chill creep up from his feet to the top of his head.

Even though the other person showed no signs of spiritual energy and looked like an ordinary mortal, the way he looked at him was the same as when he killed those mortals in the past.

He had an air of superiority and indifference, as if any life was nothing more than an ant in his eyes.

He felt that the other party could really kill him.

Master Qingcheng squatted not far away. Seeing his appearance, he slowly added a sarcastic remark: "I advise you to confess honestly."

"He's not very bright. If he says he'll stab someone, he really will. Even if several of us joined forces, we couldn't stop him. If you were stabbed to death by him, you would have died for nothing. He might even grind your bones to dust."

"If you tell the truth, we'll put in a good word for you and maybe we can let you go."

The man in white watched as Li Erniu drew ever closer, the tip of his sword almost touching his throat.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer, his voice trembling: "Wait! Wait! I said! Tell him to stay away from me!"

Seeing that the time was right, Master Qingcheng stepped forward and, with a sense of righteousness, raised his hand: "Alright, stop now."

Li Erniu didn't even lift his eyelids, and the tip of his sword remained completely still.

Master Qingcheng looked slightly embarrassed under everyone's gaze.

Only when Lin Zhixu reached out and pressed down on Li Erniu's wrist did Li Erniu withdraw his sword and take a half step back.

Master Qingcheng: "..."

Master Qingcheng rolled his eyes, deciding to be magnanimous and not bother with this mortal who wasn't quite right in the head.

Lin Zhixu looked at the man in white: "What organization are you? Why are you harming people? And who is this master you're talking about?"

The white-robed man's previous fearless demeanor had vanished completely. Looking down at his still-bleeding wound, he replied in a hoarse voice, "I harmed people for cultivation."

"We need human essence to increase our cultivation. As for my master... I've never seen his true face. I'll capture people for him, and once I've refined them, he'll reward me with a portion of my cultivation."

The expressions of the group all turned serious at the same time.

Lin Zhixu stared at the man in white and asked, "Using human essence and blood for cultivation, are you evil cultivators, or... demonic cultivators?"

The man in white's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head to avoid Lin Zhixu's gaze: "What gods or demons? They're just different methods of cultivation. As long as it increases cultivation, any method is a good method."

"I just want to survive. Who in this world doesn't want to become stronger? You cultivators from prestigious sects, of course you don't know what's going on when you're not in my shoes."

Master Qingcheng, enraged, rolled up his sleeves and charged forward, shouting, "Don't stop me! Today I'm going to act on behalf of Heaven!"

"I entered the path of Taoism at a young age, and through half my life, I've endured countless hardships to barely achieve enlightenment. I've nearly gone astray countless times, yet I've never considered taking the wrong path!"

"And yet, he's caused so many deaths, and he still manages to spout these fallacies and make them sound so righteous!"

Monk Huiming and Master Yunhe quickly grabbed him from both sides and urged him to calm down.

The man in white shrank back in fear of the hot-tempered Taoist priest rushing over and slashing him.

He only practiced evil magic; he's not made of steel. He'll still feel pain when he gets hit.

The fact that he can attack mortals shows that his cultivation level isn't very high either.

With so many people on the other side, if each of them punched him, he'd be in enough trouble.

Everyone knew that he wasn't an important person.

They thought they had captured some formidable demon, but it turned out to be just a lowly henchman pushed to the front to run errands.

With low cultivation level and limited knowledge, they are merely cannon fodder.

Wen Wuqing frowned and steered the conversation back on track: "You only take the essence and blood, not the soul?"

The man in white curled his lip. "Souls are useless to us. We don't refine the Myriad Soul Banner. That thing has too much backlash. We might die from the backlash before we even finish refining it."

After listening, Master Yunhe said, "That's strange. That constable down the mountain lost most of his soul. If it wasn't you, then who was it?"

The man in white swept his gaze over the crowd with a look that seemed to say, "How could you all be so stupid?" "No. Didn't you all consider that his soul might have simply been scared away?"

Everyone: "..."

It's not impossible, after all, people can die from excessive fright.

Master Yunhe couldn't help but scold the man in white, "If you're going to arrest someone, then arrest them. What are you doing dressed all in white? You look like a ghost."

Wen Wuqing: "..."

Upon hearing this, the man in white became displeased: "What's wrong with wearing white? I like wearing white, it's none of your business!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I've told you everything you want to know, now let me go."

The others remained silent, exchanging bewildered glances.

Lin Zhixu looked down at him for a moment, then thrust out his long sword without warning, the tip piercing the white-clad man's heart.

The man in white froze, looking down at his chest with disbelief on his face. His lips moved as he managed to squeeze out, "You lied to me...you said you'd let me go..."

His gaze passed over Lin Zhixu and landed on Daoist Qingcheng.

Master Qingcheng looked away.

He did say he would plead for him, but this wasn't an unexpected situation. Didn't he realize what was happening?

Next time, he will definitely plead for him.

Lin Zhixu slowly drew his sword, and the bloodstains on the blade vanished without a trace as a burst of spiritual energy shook them away.

"You are a heretical cultivator, and all heretical cultivators should be punished by everyone."

The man in white opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but only a few broken breaths came out of his throat.

His body fell to the ground, his eyes, filled with black cracks, still wide open, dying with unresolved grievances.