Burial Furnace

The entire audience was stunned and fell completely silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

He was clearly just an old man at the fifth level of Qi Refining, yet he could easily kill cultivators at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he killed five of them in one go.

This is unbelievable.

Perhaps he really is a Mahayana cultivator, just playing around in the mortal world.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

In the backyard of the Spirit Talisman Pavilion, Zhou Lie naturally sensed this scene with his divine sense.

He was terrified, his hair stood on end, his eyelids twitched wildly, his breathing became rapid, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

How could this old man be so powerful?

He had no confidence at all that he could dodge that sword move.

Because his divine sense sensed that the old man's sword was clearly attacking his legs, not his neck.

Moreover, its power was terrifying; it was definitely not something a Qi Refining stage cultivator could unleash, it must be at least at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Could it be that this old man is hiding his true strength?

Is he really a Mahayana cultivator?

Did he really kill Boss Li and Wang Hu?

Fortunately, I didn't take action myself, otherwise, I might have been the one who died.

Zhou Lie felt increasingly frightened as he thought about it, and his legs were trembling slightly.

"Hahaha, do you believe me now? Senior is a Mahayana cultivator!"

Duan Tian laughed excitedly, his face full of pride and smugness.

He looked around, his eyes filled with an expression that said, "I told you so."

No one dared to speak, and no one objected.

They all silently remembered: when going to the crematorium to cremate a body, never try to renege on your promise, and never act unreasonably.

Zhang Yuan refused to collect the body.

He casually cast a fireball spell, and five fireballs appeared out of thin air, trailing long flames, and landed on the five corpses.

In an instant, the corpses, along with their armor and swords, all vanished into nothingness.

Yes, this time there wasn't even ashes.

In the past, when cremating corpses, he would deliberately leave ashes in the furnace, but today there was no need for that; he simply wanted to establish his authority.

Moreover, he had another purpose—the five men were masked, and their personal treasures had all been burned, so no one knew who they were.

Their friends couldn't easily come knocking on their door because they had no evidence.

A surge of primal energy flooded into Zhang Yuan's body, increasing his lifespan by ten years.

After all, their magical armor and swords, along with some treasures in their storage bags, were all transformed into the purest primordial power.

In addition, he also obtained some crafting methods for spirit swords and spirit armor—it turns out that different materials require different crafting methods.

So, he made a killing in this battle!

"My goodness, a mere low-level fireball spell can instantly burn a late-stage Foundation Establishment corpse and a low-grade spiritual weapon to nothingness. Even a Mahayana cultivator would find it difficult to do that."

"As expected, a senior expert is playing around in the mortal world."

"Terrifying, so terrifying..."

All the cultivators, including those at the Golden Core stage and even the Nascent Soul stage, gasped in shock.

Zhou Lie was terrified and his heart pounded with fear.

At the same time, he felt a sense of impending death—would the other person slap him to death on the spot?

We have to leave, and leave quickly.

He immediately used invisibility and concealment talismans, silently taking to the air and escaping at top speed.

The night wind whistled past his ears, and his heart pounded as if it would jump out of his throat.

Zhou Lie escaped to a safe place, his shock subsiding, and he gasped for breath. His back was soaked with cold sweat, and the night wind was icy cold, making him shiver involuntarily.

He trembled as he took out the communication jade pendant from his spatial ring, his fingers shaking so much he could barely hold it.

He took several deep breaths before he could barely calm himself down and channel a wisp of true energy into the jade pendant.

The jade pendant emitted a soft, fluorescent light, and after a moment, a deep and authoritative voice came from the other end: "What is it?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a unique sense of oppression characteristic of someone in a superior position, as if an invisible pressure could be felt even from thousands of miles away.

It was none other than Duanmu Lingtian, the tycoon of the Lingfu Pavilion Chamber of Commerce.

"Lord Duanmu, help!" Zhou Lie's voice trembled noticeably. He himself felt ashamed, but he couldn't control himself. "I... I have to leave Qingmu Town. I can't stay here any longer."

"What's going on?" Duanmu Lingtian's voice rose, tinged with anger.

"Lord Duanmu, that old man at the crematorium... he really is suspicious!" Zhou Lie said urgently, his words coming out like beans spilling from a bucket. "I just sent five Foundation Establishment stage cultivators to cause trouble, and... and that old man killed all five of them with a single sword strike! One strike! Five Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, they didn't even have time to react before their heads were all gone!"

His voice trembled again as he spoke, and he swallowed hard before continuing, "Then...then he casually cast a fireball spell, and all five corpses, along with their low-grade spiritual artifacts—armor and sword—were reduced to ashes! Not even a speck of dust remained! Lord Duanmu, those were low-grade spiritual artifacts! Even a Mahayana cultivator couldn't possibly burn low-grade spiritual artifacts to nothing with the lowest-level fireball spell, could they?"

There was silence on the other end of the communication jade pendant.

Zhou Lie could even hear his own heartbeat, thump thump thump, like someone was drumming.

He waited anxiously, his palms sweating.

After a long while, Duanmu Lingtian's voice rang out again, now tinged with seriousness: "Are you sure? A few low-level fireball spells destroyed ten low-grade spiritual artifacts?"

"Absolutely true!" Zhou Lie exclaimed hastily. "I saw it with my own eyes! I wasn't the only one who saw it; almost all the cultivators in Qingmu Town saw it! Everyone was terrified! Lord Duanmu, that old man is definitely not just a Qi Refining cultivator; he must be a Mahayana cultivator hiding his true cultivation! I even engaged in a price war with him before, trying every possible way to suppress him... I was courting death!"

His voice was filled with lingering fear, and he was almost crying: "Lord Duanmu, I must leave Qingmu Town immediately, I can't stay a moment longer! If that old man remembers me, then I will..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already self-evident.

Duanmu Lingtian was sitting in an elegant study, holding a cup of spiritual tea in his hand, the aroma of which was wafting through the air.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face.

Mahayana period?

How is that possible?

How could someone who stands at the pinnacle of the cultivation world end up running a crematorium in a small town like Qingmu?

But Zhou Lie's words didn't seem like a lie.

He's been with me for so many years. Although his work skills are average, he never lies.

Moreover, he said that most of the cultivators in Qingmu Town had seen it, so it was easy to verify and he had no reason to lie to himself.

Duanmu Lingtian put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

His eyes flickered, and his mind raced.

If that old man was indeed a Mahayana cultivator, then Zhou Lie was truly courting death by offending him.

Although Zhou Lie was his subordinate, he was just a minor Golden Core cultivator, and it wasn't worth offending someone who was suspected to be at the Mahayana stage for his sake.

"Then you can go to Dongzhou." Duanmu Lingtian's voice returned to calm, even with a hint of indifference. "I'll send a different female manager to Qingmu Town."

"Thank you, Lord Duanmu!" Zhou Lie breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body finally relaxing, almost collapsing to the ground.

This time, his life was saved.