And he released a fraction of his cultivation—
Core Formation spiritual pressure flooding the compound, and—
Everyone dropped.
Peasants. Guards. Even the merchant family—all of them driven to their knees by the sheer weight of his power.
"Impossible—!!" The patriarch gasped. "Core Formation—?! In this region—?!"
From the back of the crowd, an old man emerged—moving differently from the others, his eyes clear despite the welts on his skin.
'A cultivator. Foundation Establishment stage. The one controlling the parasites.'
"Honored cultivator—" The elder's voice was oily with false respect. "There's been a misunderstanding—that girl is already promised to the merchant family—"
"I don't care," Cang said flatly.
And moved.
His body blurred, closing the distance in an instant, and—
His hand grabbed the elder's face.
"You're the one who infected this village," Cang said, not a question. "Demonic cultivation. Blood worms. Mind control."
