After the pig-headed man died, Feng Yang had no intention of returning to the beach.
He dared not confront the other three pig-headed men.
In terms of strength and speed, those pig-headed men were no less capable than Feng Yang. Even facing just one had left him extremely strained; confronting three simultaneously would have meant certain death. Returning to the beach would be tantamount to suicide.
Having wasted so much time, the sky was already darkening. Night was approaching.
Considering that the remaining three pig-headed men might come searching for their companion at any moment, Feng Yang dared not linger. Immediately, he ignored the corpse on the ground, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and hurried away.
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In Linjiang Village, as usual, Li Wei shouldered his hoe and headed out to the fields with the other villagers, accompanied by the rooster's crow.
For ordinary people in this world, the wilderness was extremely dangerous, even the farmland just a few hundred meters from the village was no exception. To ensure their safety, the villagers carried weapons while working and typically placed something called a 'warning talisman' around the perimeter of their fields. This talisman would spontaneously combust when danger approached, alerting the user.
However, these talismans could malfunction.
Without Li Wei noticing, three pig-headed monsters had circled behind them, blocking their path back to the village. Li Wei wasn't the only one to spot them.
"Look over there! There are three monsters behind us!" One villager shouted with a look of horror on his face.
"Why isn't the warning talisman reacting?" Another panicked villager cried.
"Don't be afraid! Stand together!" A calmer villager immediately commanded.
Under his direction, all the villagers quickly gathered. Humans couldn't outrun these pig-headed monsters. If they fled in fear, they would not only struggle to survive but die even faster.
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Feng Yang hid behind a tree, silently watching the three pig-headed monsters in the distance. In front of them stood a group of people armed with machetes and hoes. Like the villagers he had seen in Leek Village, these people wore coarse hemp clothing of a style only ancients would wear.
If Feng Yang wasn't mistaken, these were the same three pig-headed men from the beach the night before. But the beach was quite far away. To avoid being caught, Feng Yang had walked all night without even closing his eyes. At such a distance, they shouldn't have been able to catch up. Could it be that these three were merely a coincidence?
No, that was unlikely. Feng Yang quickly dismissed the idea, he spotted grayish-white sand on the backs of the three pig-headed men. That kind of sand could only be found on the beach. In other words, they likely possessed the ability to track their prey from a distance. They had followed him all the way from the shore.
After a long standoff, the three pig-headed men finally lost patience and charged at the villagers.
Seeing this, Feng Yang considered whether he should help. He wasn't overly concerned about the villagers' safety; after all, his own life was his top priority. His main reason for intervening was the pig-headed men's terrifying tracking ability. Feng Yang knew that simply running away wouldn't solve the problem, he had to find an opportunity to eliminate them all.
He hid in the shadows, silently observing the battle. There were 14 villagers in total. Although each villager was far weaker than a pig-headed monster, they outnumbered them nearly five to one. Quantity had a quality of its own, and for a time, the villagers managed to fight the monsters to a standstill.
Feng Yang realized that if he joined the battle now, their chances of victory would be extremely high. Even if they had to flee, he could outrun the villagers.
"This is a good move."
After a brief moment of thought, Feng Yang hesitated no longer. He untied the cloth strips binding his longsword and charged directly at the three pig-headed monsters.
Feng Yang's combat prowess was originally not much inferior to that of the pig-headed men, and with his addition, the tide of the battle began to turn. The villagers were astonished by his skills, his speed and reactions were far beyond those of an ordinary person. Although there were martial artists in Linjiang Village, even they were only slightly stronger than ordinary folk, nothing compared to Feng Yang.
With his help, in just a few minutes, one of the pig-men, overwhelmed by numbers, fell to the ground covered in blood. Upon seeing their companion killed, the other two pig-men began to have second thoughts. They broke out of the crowd and fled the scene.
Seeing this, Feng Yang initially considered pursuing them to eliminate the remaining threat, but when he saw that the other villagers showed no intention of giving chase, he abandoned the plan. He was willing to intervene when they outnumbered the enemy, but he would never take on two against one, even if the pig-headed men were injured.
In this battle, although the villagers had killed one pig-headed man, they had paid the price of three lives. Meanwhile, due to the fighting prowess Feng Yang had displayed, almost all the villagers present turned their attention to him.
From among them stepped forward a young man holding a long sword. He pointed the sword downward, clasped his hands in a salute, and respectfully asked, "Sir, are you from the Immortal Sect?"
"Immortal Sect?"
The question gave Feng Yang pause. He thought of the light barrier, the formation, and the flying carriage he had seen earlier, combined with the villager's mention of the "Immortal Sect"... Could it be that immortals truly existed in this world?
The allure of cultivating immortality was irresistible to anyone. Especially thinking about all kinds of beautiful ladies waiting for him. Thus, Feng Yang asked the villager excitedly, "What kind of place is this 'Immortal Sect' you speak of? A sect for cultivating immortality?"
"You're not from the Immortal Sect?" The villager looked slightly puzzled, as if curious about Feng Yang's origins. However, he didn't press further and explained, "The Immortal Sect isn't a sect, it's the name of a city." After a moment's thought, he added, "But there are indeed immortals living in Immortal Sect City."
From this explanation, Feng Yang learned that the villager with the knife was named Li Wei, one of the few in the village who had been to Immortal Sect City. As far as he knew, although Immortal Sect was an ordinary human city, immortals would occasionally come to recruit disciples. The city had been named "Immortal Sect" for this very reason.
Hearing this, a look of longing appeared in Feng Yang's eyes. Cultivation! Who could refuse the chance to cultivate immortality? So he continued to ask Li Wei, "When do those immortals usually come to the city?"
"That's uncertain," Li Wei thought for a moment and replied. "Probably every month or two. They come and go quickly, usually arriving in a flying carriage."