Qinglin Town, Qingyan Village

As soon as they finished the procedures for receiving the mission at the Longyan Pavilion, Lin Feng and the others left straight away and rushed towards Qingyan Village, where the mission was located.

It had been less than two hours from them entering the city and leaving the city. The gatekeeper Suo Tian was very puzzled by the behavior of the seven sword cultivators to be leaving the city not long after they had entered the city.

Lin Feng decided he would not restrict everyone from using their spiritual energy on their trip to Qingyan Village this time.

The way sword cultivators traveled was quite simple. Apart from the option of sword-riding, the other option was still sword-riding.

When they reached the outer city, under Lin Feng's command, the disciples all took out their swords and used the Sword-riding Technique to rush to Qingyan Village.

Lin Feng watched as the disciples used the Sword-riding Technique skillfully and nodded with satisfaction. He then looked at his junior sister who was beside him and signaled for her to set off.

However, his junior sister did not move. She just stared at him.

"Junior sister, go on. The junior brothers are going to leave us behind," Lin Feng could not help but remind her in a low voice.

Zhang Wanqing did not move until her senior brother said this. She took out her natal flying sword, but she looked somewhat displeased.

It was not until Lin Feng also left that the commotion at the city gates started again.

After all, it was indeed rare to see seven sword cultivators at the same time, on top of that, all seven of them were from the same sect.

The speed of a sword cultivator's sword-riding depended on the strength of the cultivator. Not only did Lin Feng have the highest cultivation in the team, but he was also the one with the highest attainments in the Sword Dao.

He was the last to set off, but he caught up with the disciples who had set off first in ten breaths. Within the time it took to brew a pot of tea, they had already reached Qingyan Village.

Qingyan Village was located on the periphery of Qingyan Forest. As it was close to the forest, it would often be invaded by wild beasts.

However, even the ordinary villagers who did not cultivate could deal with those wild beasts from in the periphery of the forest.

As the old saying goes, those living on a mountain would live off the mountain to survive. Since Qingyan Village's geographical environment was special, although it would often be attacked by wild beasts, Qingyan Forest was also a natural treasure house.

Thanks to this, the villagers here could make a living off gathering herbs and hunting since their ancestors, which was why the disappearance of the herbalists had happened.

Lin Feng led his disciples and landed at the entrance of the village. He had already taken in the surrounding environment from the sky just now. It was not much different from what he had thought it would be like.

However, the arrival of their group instantly attracted the attention of many villagers. They inconspicuously surrounded them.

Upon closer inspection, the villagers looked at them with distrust and wariness.

This made Lin Feng extremely puzzled.

After Zhang Wan Qing landed, she found the village chief among the crowd and walked straight towards him. She went straight to the point and stated their intentions.

"There is no need to trouble the celestials regarding the matters of the Qingyan Village," When the village chief heard their intentions, his expression did not change, but at the same time, he also rejected them without hesitation.

"We will wait for the people from the Imperial Court to handle the matters, as for you celestials, please leave."

After the village chief finished speaking, he glanced at the cold-faced Zhang Wanqing. He saw that her brows were slightly furrowed and she looked as if she was about to get angry.

He hurriedly turned around and asked the villagers for some money.

Then, with a pained expression, he stuffed the scattered copper coins that he had just collected into Zhang Wanqing's hands along with a few pieces of silver.

Zhang Wanqing's brows were tightly knitted. At this moment, Lin Feng came to her side and returned the belongings in her hands to the village chief.

At this moment, a discordant voice came from the crowd, "The harvest this year wasn't good, to begin with. These so-called celestials have come in waves. Each of them received plenty of gifts, yet none of them solved our problem..."

"Dazhuang, shut up. How can you speak so casually of the celestials! Dazhuang's wife, why aren't you stopping him? Your man has no filter, but are you also so brainless!?"

The five senses of the cultivators were sharp. The moment the man who was as buff as a tower began to speak, everyone noticed him.

Halfway through the man's words, the village chief hurriedly interrupted him. Even if they thought so in their minds, they couldn't say it out loud, let alone in front of the celestials.

After the village chief reprimanded the man, he turned around and reprimanded the submissive little woman standing beside the man.

"Celestials, I'm sorry. Da Zhuang fell and hit his head when he was young, so he speaks without thinking. Please be magnanimous and don't think much of his words," After lecturing the villager called Da Zhuang, the village chief put on a meek expression and apologized as if he was eager to please Lin Feng and Zhang Wanqing.

Lin Feng finally understood. It seemed that these villagers all thought that they were here to take advantage of the situation. No wonder they spoke with thorns in their words when talking to them.

"Village chief, we received the Imperial Court's mission from the Longying Pavilion. Regardless of all else, we will go up the mountain to help you solve your problems. We will also be paid by the Imperial Court when we go back, so we don't need anything from you," Lin Feng hurriedly explained. Since it was a misunderstanding, it only needed to be resolved.

After hearing Lin Feng's explanation, the village chief stood rooted to the ground. Even the surrounding villagers had looks of doubt on their faces. The situation was somewhat different from what they had thought.

Seeing that the village chief and the others still did not believe it, Lin Feng asked his junior sister to take out the document that the Longying Pavilion had issued when they accepted the mission and let the villagers take a look.

With the document as evidence, the village chief and the villagers finally trusted them and led them into the village.

After entering the village, Lin Feng and the others saw a few disciples in the robes of other sects arguing with the villagers about something on the main road.

"Why are you so ignorant, old man? Didn't we say that we would definitely resolve this matter when our elder comes?" The disciple in the lead did not even bother to hide the arrogant and domineering expression on his face.

"Though, you should know, with our elder being such a strong Qi cultivator, how can he make a move for such a small matter? We are here asking for some good stuff for you so we can ask the elder to come and solve the problem for you. If you are so stingy, how can we invite the elder?!" As he spoke, the disciple even pushed and shoved the old man in front of him.

How could the old man withstand such shoving from the young man? He immediately lost his balance and stumbled backward. Fortunately, a young man from the village was able to help him stand still in time.

However, the movements of the old man caused the other sect disciples to burst into laughter.

Watching all this unfold, Lin Feng's expression was full of disdain.

"Sect master, the one who pushed the old man was the East Sun Sect disciple who came to the spirit mine to cause trouble. Xiaowu was severely injured by him," Ming Yuxuan's gnashing voice came into Lin Ming's ears.

The disciple who had been severely injured and carried back to the sect after the conflict at the spirit mine was Yu Xuan's best friend. Now that he saw the smug cultivator, it could be said that his eyes were filled with fury.

After learning about the identity of the other party, Lin Feng instantly felt that it wasn't strange at all that such a tasteless scene had happened.

Even though he hadn't had any direct contact with the people of the East Sun Sect, the image of the sect in Lin Feng's mind couldn't be any worse.

The appearance of the group from the Green Sky Sect was also noticed by the disciples of the East Sun Sect.

The two sects had a long-standing grudge. As long as they encountered each other, neither of them would give the other a nice expression.

"Yo, aren't these the trash from the Green Sky Sect?" As expected, the disciples from the Dongyang sect, who had been used to being domineering in front of the Green Sky Sect, immediately mocked Lin Feng and the others.