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Zhou Lingxuan knew better than anyone that he didn't have time to guard this courtyard all the time, and he couldn't make them solve the problem once and for all.

If they truly want to live a good life, the only way is for the people here to stand up for themselves, for everyone to cultivate immortality, and for everyone to possess power!

But this is impossible!

"Village chief, have some strangers arrived in your village recently?"

The village chief paused in his act of picking up food, staring nervously at Zhou Lingxuan.

"Indeed, quite a few people have appeared. I heard there's a famine in the north."

The village chief answered cautiously, glancing at the two people in the Enforcement Hall.

The people from the Enforcement Hall had no interest in eating ordinary food. If Zhou Lingxuan hadn't wanted to stay and watch the excitement, they would have turned around and left.

Sensing the village chief's cautious gaze, the people from the Enforcement Hall raised an eyebrow.

A sharp glare fell on the village chief, startling him so much that he shuddered.

He tried to back away, his eyes still filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"There's a famine in the north, yet refugees have managed to get here."

"They're from a slightly nearby area. There's not much else in the village, but there's some open space."

Thinking that Deacon Liu's family had probably settled down and were likely mixed up with the refugees, he realized that they were probably already settled down.

When refugees enter a village, everyone is on edge, and it's only natural that each person tends to mind their own business.

But their attitudes were still a bit too strange, so strange that Zhou Lingxuan always felt that there was something behind their backs that he hadn't figured out yet.

"Village chief, you've worked hard. Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda."

Faced with Zhou Lingxuan's praise, the village chief simply lowered his head and repeatedly agreed, his cautious demeanor making others feel ashamed.

From beginning to end, the disciples of the Enforcement Hall never took the village chief and others seriously.

They had already used their divine sense to explore the entire village, and found that everyone there was a mortal without any spiritual roots or spiritual energy.

Even if they pull off some fancy tricks, they won't be able to cause them any harm.

After having dinner, Zhou Lingxuan learned more about the village's situation, then returned to his house, sat cross-legged, and began his cultivation.

Without a large sect's spirit-gathering array, the spiritual energy here, while not excessively thin, is still difficult to absorb.

To ensure that the spiritual energy within the Heavenly Sword Sect is abundant, eight or nine out of ten spiritual energies at the foot of the mountain are drawn away to the Spirit Gathering Array at the mountain gate.

As night fell, Zhou Lingxuan had already extinguished the candlelight in the room.

The two disciples of the Enforcement Hall, however, could not sleep at all and stood in the courtyard looking around.

"You're saying that Deacon Zhou doesn't want to return to the sect and is still cultivating in this godforsaken place? What's his motive?"

"The Cleansing Grass has been found, and he's achieved his goal of training. There's nothing strange about this village. He must have his own purpose in staying here!"

"I know there's probably something wrong, but I don't see anything different about this village!"

They can't see it, not because they're stupid, but because they rely too much on the guidance provided by spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy here has not changed at all, and the villagers are people without any cultivation, so they cannot harm them at all. What do they have to fear?

Since there seems to be no danger and we don't know Zhou Lingxuan's purpose, all we need to do is stay by Zhou Lingxuan's side.

"I'll stay here and keep watch. You go back and rest."

"They're just ordinary people, do they really need to keep watch?"

"Logically speaking, it's true that he shouldn't be on night duty, but don't forget that Deacon Zhou is no ordinary person. The fact that he chose to stay here means there's a big secret here!"

The two were already impressed by Zhou Lingxuan's extraordinary abilities and were willing to place their trust in him.

Moreover, keeping watch was nothing to them.

"OK."

One of them looked towards Zhou Lingxuan's room, sensing the change in spiritual energy there, and his eyes flickered.

"It's a good opportunity for us to train seriously as well."

"Although the spiritual energy here is average, since Deacon Zhou has worked so hard, we have no reason to slack off."

Zhou Lingxuan is definitely the most hardworking person they have ever met.

Zhou Lingxuan had no time for pure rest during the twelve-hour period.

They're either cultivating or handling affairs; they may appear to be enjoying tea and wine, but they're actually planning for the future.

They couldn't understand it, but they could sense that everything Zhou Lingxuan did was purposeful.

Such a person is truly terrifying, but unfortunately, their talent is too low, making it difficult for them to improve their cultivation.

The first half of the night was calm and quiet, with hardly any noise from outside.

The entire village seemed to have fallen into a deathly silence, even the chirping of insects and the calls of birds had been silenced, only the night wind occasionally swept across the eaves with a very soft whistle, and then sank into the boundless darkness.

The disciple left behind by the Enforcement Hall leaned against the courtyard wall with his arms crossed, his divine sense spreading out from his body like a fine net, scanning the surrounding houses, field ridges and the dark outline of the distant mountains again and again, afraid of missing the slightest abnormality.

He knew that such caution might seem a bit unnecessary, but when he thought of Zhou Lingxuan's decision to stay here during the day, and those eyes that seemed to see through everything, he felt that every sound of the wind at night was worth careful consideration.

There was no light in Zhou Lingxuan's room, nor was there any sound of him turning over. Only spiritual energy was being drawn into his meridians like a trickle, the rhythm steady and deep, so that no one could detect any restlessness.

Anyone with a weak mind would slack off after only one or two hours of cultivation in such a sparse spiritual environment due to insufficient spiritual energy.

However, Zhou Lingxuan did not dislike these thin spiritual energies. He absorbed every bit of spiritual energy he could capture and incorporated it into his body without reservation.

This fully embodies the principle that even mosquito meat is still meat!

The disciples of the Enforcement Hall sensed the flow of spiritual energy in the air and couldn't help but look at Zhou Lingxuan's house, their eyes filled with admiration and even a hint of fear.

After all, Zhou Lingxuan is someone who doesn't even leave time for rest. His diligence is astonishing, and it also makes people curious about why Zhou Lingxuan works so hard!

In particular, Zhou Lingxuan is not a simple martial artist; he is cunning, capable, and hardworking. Anyone who is targeted by such a person will feel a chill down their spine at night.

A cool night breeze drifted through the village.

Before dusk, the villagers had already closed their doors and windows.

The small village, which was not large to begin with, was now so quiet that it seemed to have been swallowed by the night. Even the livestock in the barns were silent, and the whole village was quiet.

The tranquil night allowed the disciples of the Enforcement Hall to breathe a sigh of relief.

They withdrew their scattered divine senses and only released them outside Zhou Lingxuan's house to observe.

Although they didn't think mortals could cause any trouble, especially since they had already used their divine sense to investigate everyone in Wangjia Village and found that they were all mortals without spiritual roots.

They only need to take good care of Zhou Lingxuan and return to the sect early tomorrow morning.

The night was unusually quiet, and since this was just an ordinary village, the disciples of the Enforcement Hall began to feel complacent.

They really couldn't understand why Zhou Lingxuan wanted to stay; it couldn't possibly be just out of curiosity about village life.

Don't you have any other ideas?