A figure exuding a terrifying aura held a broken jade plaque, his face full of shock and anger.
The jade plaque in his hand was something he had obtained years ago during an expedition in a mysterious cave. It was a rare treasure that allowed him to monitor someone's life force by infusing their essence blood into it.
He had acquired three such plaques back then, one of which contained the essence blood of his most beloved great-grandson, Mo Xuan.
However, he had just discovered that the jade plaque containing his great-grandson's essence blood had completely shattered.
A broken jade plaque signified the complete disappearance of the owner's life force.
In other words, his great-grandson Mo Xuan was dead. How could he not be enraged?
"Grandfather, what happened to make you so furious?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a dark robe hurried in from outside and asked urgently.
"What, Xuan'er is dead?!" the dark-robed man exclaimed in disbelief. "Impossible, Elder Qiu was protecting him. Who could kill him?"
He didn't doubt his grandfather's words because he knew his grandfather had a rare treasure that could determine Xuan'er's condition from thousands of miles away.
But he still found it hard to believe. After all, Elder Qiu was a martial expert nearing the realm of Martial Grandmaster. Who could harm Xuan'er under his protection?
"You ask me? I want to ask you!" The figure's aura suddenly erupted, suffocating the dark-robed man. "I've only been in seclusion for a few days, and Xuan'er ran out of Yunzhou. How could you, as his father, not know?"
"Grandfather, I've been handling sect affairs recently. I only knew that Xuan'er took a group of disciples to punish a village that offended him. I didn't know he went out of Yunzhou!"
Cold sweat appeared on the dark-robed man's forehead. Although he had reached the realm of Martial Grandmaster, he still found it hard to breathe under his grandfather's terrifying aura.
"Investigate immediately! I want to know who killed Xuan'er. I will wipe out his entire clan!"
With the terrifying figure's order, the disciples of Flowing Cloud Sect realized that the Young Sect Master had been killed.
The entire Flowing Cloud Sect was shaken.
Everyone knew how much the Young Sect Master was favored by the Grand Elder.
Now that he had been killed, no one could imagine how furious the Grand Elder would be.
But everyone knew Yunzhou was about to experience a massive upheaval.
While Yunzhou was stirred by Flowing Cloud Sect's actions, in Qingfeng Town, the old doctor finally managed to stabilize the injuries of Fang Tao and the others. R̃𝒶ꞐƟ𝐛Èṡ
Mago and the others, along with the surviving townsfolk, prepared to deal with the corpses.
Too many people had died in the town.
Including the disciples of Flowing Cloud Sect killed by Lu Qing, there were at least a hundred bodies.
Burying so many bodies was obviously unrealistic.
Not to mention, some families had been completely wiped out by the disciples of Flowing Cloud Sect, leaving no one to collect their bodies.
If the bodies weren't dealt with promptly, it could easily lead to a plague, which would be even more troublesome.
Therefore, the best solution was to burn them all.
The old doctor, being a healer, and Lu Qing and the others having saved their lives, made the townsfolk naturally follow their words.
Although they were reluctant to bury the villains with their loved ones, they knew it was necessary to prevent a plague.
Under the townsfolk's guidance, Lu Qing and the others found a desolate area outside the town and dug a large pit.
Then, with everyone's efforts, they moved all the bodies from in and around the town into the pit and piled a large amount of wood on top.
However, this alone wasn't enough.
Many of the bodies belonged to Flowing Cloud Sect disciples. As martial artists, their bodies were tough, and ordinary wood wouldn't burn them completely.
After stacking the wood, Lu Qing took out a jade bottle and poured red liquid around the pit.
After emptying the bottle, he took a torch and, after making everyone step back, threw it into the pit.
At first, no one understood Lu Qing's actions.
But when the torch fell into the pit and flames shot up, the heatwave made everyone realize the intensity of the fire.
Even though they had retreated dozens of meters, they still found it hard to bear the heat.
What must the temperature in the pit be like?
What was the red liquid Lu Qing poured into the pit that could produce such terrifying flames?
For a moment, the townsfolk's respect for Lu Qing grew significantly.
The fire in the pit burned for a full hour before dying down.
When the temperature around the pit finally dropped and they went to check, they found nothing but ashes. Not even a single bone remained.
They even saw that the pit's edges had some soil melted into a glass-like state.
While astonished, the townsfolk also felt relieved.
Burned to this extent, it was impossible for a plague to spread.
This was a small blessing in their misfortune. Otherwise, if a plague broke out, they would have to leave their ancestral home.
The next task was simple.
Everyone worked together to fill the pit, then returned to the town.
On the way back, Lu Qing remained silent.
When they returned to the inn, he stood by the window, looking into the distance, lost in thought.
The old doctor noticed his disciple's unusual mood and approached.
"Master, I feel restless," Lu Qing said quietly.
The old doctor paused. "Is it because of that little girl?"
"Not just her." Lu Qing shook his head. "I feel this matter shouldn't end ."
"What do you plan to do?"
"I want to go to Flowing Cloud Sect." Lu Qing looked at the sky outside the window. "I can't achieve peace of mind without making this trip."
"Alright, I'll go with you," the old doctor nodded.
"Master..." Lu Qing turned back in surprise.
"Don't look at me like that. Do you think I'm so pedantic that I treat good and bad people the same?" The old doctor chuckled, but his smile was cold.
He turned to a bloodstain in the corner, where the little girl's body had been.
"Even though I'm a healer, it doesn't mean I'm only a healer."