"Xuan'er is dead?"
A figure exuding a terrifying aura held a broken jade tablet, his face filled with shock and anger.
The jade tablet in his hand was something he obtained during an exploration of a mysterious cave years ago.
It is a rare treasure. As long as one refines a person's essence and blood into it, one can control that person's life force at any time.
He acquired three such jade pendants in total, one of which was infused with the essence and blood of his most beloved great-grandson, Moxuan.
However, just now, he discovered that the jade tablet, which had been refined with the blood essence of his great-grandson, had completely broken.
The jade pendant breaking signifies the complete loss of the life force of its owner, whose essence and blood had been broken.
In other words, his great-grandson Mo Xuan was dead, which naturally made him furious and angry.
"Grandfather, what happened that made you so angry?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in black robes rushed in from outside and asked urgently.
"Xuan'er is dead!" the figure said in a deep voice.
"What?! Xuan'er is dead?!" The middle-aged man in black robes exclaimed in shock. "Impossible! Elder Qiu was protecting him. Who could have killed him?"
He didn't doubt his grandfather's words, because he knew that his grandfather possessed a rare treasure that allowed him to ascertain Xuan'er's condition from thousands of miles away.
But he was equally incredulous. Elder Qiu was a martial arts master who had achieved the Great Perfection of Internal Organs, and was only one step away from the Grandmaster realm of Internal Organ Perfection.
Under his protection, who could possibly harm Xuan'er?
"You're asking me? I'd like to ask you the same thing!" The figure's aura suddenly erupted, suffocating the middle-aged man in black robes. "I've only been in seclusion for a few days, and Xuan'er has already run out of Yunzhou. You, as his father, don't even know?"
"Grandfather, I've been dealing with sect affairs lately. I only knew that Xuan'er led a group of disciples, saying he was going to teach a manor that had offended him a lesson. I didn't know he had actually chased them all the way out of Yunzhou!"
The middle-aged man in black robes had sweat beading on his forehead. Although he had reached the level of a martial arts grandmaster, he still felt breathless in the face of his grandfather's terrifying aura.
"Investigate! Investigate immediately! I need to know who killed Xuan'er. I want to wipe out their entire family and exterminate their entire clan!"
With a command from the terrifying figure, all the disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect realized that their young sect leader had been killed.
This caused a stir throughout the entire Flowing Cloud Sect.
Everyone knows just how much the young sect leader is favored by the Supreme Elder.
Now that he has been killed, no one dares to imagine just how furious the Supreme Elder must be.
But everyone knew that a major earthquake was about to strike Yunzhou.
...
While the actions of the Liuyun Sect caused turmoil throughout Yunzhou, in Qingfeng Town, the old doctor finally brought Fang Tao and the others' injuries under control.
Magu and his group also planned to work with the surviving townspeople to deal with the corpses.
Too many people have died in the town.
Including the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples killed by Lu Qing, there were at least a hundred corpses in total.
It is clearly impractical to give all of the numerous corpses a proper burial.
Not to mention some families where the entire clan was murdered by the disciples of the Liuyun Sect, with no one to collect their bodies.
With so many corpses, if they are not dealt with promptly, they could easily breed a plague, which would cause even more trouble later.
Therefore, the best solution is to burn them all.
The old doctor was a healer, and Lu Qing and his companions killed those villains and saved their lives.
The townspeople were grateful and naturally listened to their every word.
Although reluctant to bury those wicked people along with their own relatives and friends.
But compared to that terrible plague, this unpleasantness is obviously negligible.
So, with the help of the townspeople, Lu Qing and his group found a piece of wasteland outside the town and dug a large pit.
Then, with everyone working together, they moved all the corpses from inside and outside the town to the pit, and then gathered a lot of wood and firewood on top of the corpses.
Of course, that alone is not enough.
Many of the corpses in the pit belonged to disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect. As martial artists, they possessed strong and powerful physiques, and ordinary firewood would likely be insufficient to completely burn them.
Therefore, after the firewood was piled up, Lu Qing took out a jade bottle and began dripping red medicinal liquid into the pit.
After pouring out a bottle of red liquid, he took a torch, told everyone to step back, and then threw the torch in.
At first, no one understood Lu Qing's actions.
But when the torch fell into the pit, flames shot into the sky, and everyone was horrified when they felt the scorching heat.
Even after they had retreated dozens of meters, the heatwave was still almost unbearable for them.
How high must the temperature be inside that pit?
What exactly was the red liquid that Lu Qing had just fallen into the pit, that could give rise to such terrifying flames?
In an instant, the townspeople's awe of Lu Qing deepened even further.
The fire in the pit burned for a full hour before it was extinguished.
When the temperature at the edge of the pit began to drop, and everyone went to check, they found that there was nothing left in the pit except ashes, not even a single extra bone.
They even saw that some of the mud and sand on the edge of the pit had been melted and turned into a glassy appearance.
The townspeople were astonished, but also felt much more relieved.
With the fire burned to this extent, it is clearly impossible for the plague to spread.
For their town, this was a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.
Otherwise, if a plague breaks out, they will all have to flee their homes and leave the hometown where they have lived for generations.
The rest is simple.
With everyone's combined efforts, they filled the pit and then returned to the town.
On the way back, Lu Qing didn't say a word the whole way.
When he returned to the restaurant, he remained silent, simply standing by the window, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
“Aqing.”
The old doctor noticed the disciple's unusual mood and came over.
"Master, I am deeply troubled," Lu Qing said calmly.
The old doctor paused for a moment: "Is it because of that little girl?"
“It’s not just her.” Lu Qing shook his head. “This disciple just feels that this matter shouldn’t end like this.”
"So what do you plan to do?"
“This disciple wishes to make a trip to the Flowing Cloud Sect.” Lu Qing looked out the window at the sky. “If I don’t go, I will not be at peace, and my mind will not be at ease.”
“Alright, then I will accompany you.” The old doctor nodded.
“Master...” Lu Qing turned around in astonishment.
"Don't look at me like that. Do you think I'm such a rigid person that I can treat everyone the same, good or bad?"
The old doctor chuckled softly, but his smile seemed somewhat cold.
He turned around and looked at a bloodstain in the corner.
That was the spot where the small figure had been earlier.
"Although I am a doctor, it doesn't mean that I am just a doctor."
