Chapter 4750

The Void Above the Northern Region
Zuo Tianzheng and his men were making their way toward Dashi Village. This time, he had brought the elite forces of the Demon Sealing Alliance.

As long as those hidden forces didn’t interfere, Zuo Tianzheng was confident they were invincible within the Heavenly Human Realm.

“Alliance Leader, Dashi Village is just ahead,” the elder beside him reported.

Zuo Tianzheng glanced at the small village below and scoffed. “It’s impossible for a true master to emerge from such a remote place. So why have several waves of our people come here, yet none returned?”

“Come, let’s take a look. I’ve never visited such a poverty-stricken place before,” he added dismissively.

Leading his men, Zuo Tianzheng descended swiftly. However, as they reached the sky above Dashi Village, a shocking sight greeted them.

Scattered throughout the surrounding mountains and forests were countless corpses, some horribly dismembered.

It was clear—these were the remains of the Demon Sealing Alliance cultivators who had arrived in waves.

They had all perished here. Returning was never an option.

“Alliance Leader… these… these corpses all belong to the Demon Sealing Alliance!”

The elder’s voice trembled with fear.

“I’m not blind. Do you really think I need you to point that out?” Zuo Tianzheng snapped, his gaze turning icy as he looked down at Dashi Village.

“How could a mere backwater village be responsible for the deaths of so many cultivators? Could there be a formation protecting this place?”

“That’s very possible, Leader. We should send someone in to test it first,” the elder suggested cautiously.

Zuo Tianzheng nodded in agreement.

The elder immediately pointed at a random cultivator. “You, go scout ahead.”

The chosen monk hesitated, his reluctance clear, but he knew he had no choice. Refusing would mean instant death.

“Cao Nima…” the monk cursed under his breath before descending toward Dashi Village.

Surprisingly, he landed with ease—there was no formation blocking his entry.

Even more baffling, no one attacked him.

A few villagers noticed the newcomer and approached him curiously.

“Are you from the Demon Sealing Alliance?” one of them asked.

The monk hesitated for a brief moment before shaking his head. The situation was still unclear—he couldn’t afford to reveal his identity.

So many of his fellow cultivators had died near this village. Who knew what kind of hidden masters lurked here?

The monk chose not to reveal his identity as a member of the Demon Sealing League.

Seeing that he wasn’t one of them, the villagers quickly lost interest and walked away. By now, the people of Dashi Village had an overwhelming sense of security.

After all, they had seen enough of the world. Even when strangers arrived, they no longer felt nervous or afraid like before.

It was similar to people who were used to seeing Rolls-Royces and Bugattis—when they came across a Mercedes or BMW, it just felt ordinary.

They might not own those luxury cars, but that didn’t mean they thought highly of them.

Likewise, while the villagers weren’t powerful cultivators themselves, they had come to look down on ordinary monks.

With Kai supporting Dashi Village, their status had become anything but ordinary.

Seeing that the villagers ignored him and left, the monk let out a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to sneak away, he caught Zhuzi’s attention.

“What are you doing here?” Zhuzi asked.

The monk hesitated, struggling to come up with a response. “I… I…”

“Are you here to poop?” Zhuzi asked bluntly.

“Yes, yes, yes!” The monk nodded frantically.

“The toilet is over there. Go ahead.”

Zhuzi pointed in the direction, and the monk hurried away without another word.

Up in the void, Zuo Tianzheng, seeing that nothing unusual had happened, decided to lead his men down to the village.

“Everyone from Dashi Village, come out!”

The elder beside Zuo Tianzheng bellowed, expecting immediate attention.

Yet, as they arrived, they found that most of the villagers simply ignored them.

Frustrated by their indifference, the elder shouted even louder.

Hearing the commotion, the old village chief finally stepped outside.

Upon seeing Zuo Tianzheng and his men, he frowned slightly. “What are you yelling about? What do you want?”

“We are from the Demon Sealing League, and this is our leader,” the elder declared, gesturing toward Zuo Tianzheng.

He fully expected the old village chief to tremble in fear upon hearing this.

But to his shock, the old chief’s eyes lit up with excitement instead.

“Oh! The Demon Sealing League is here! Everyone, bring out your stools—it’s time for a good show!”