In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Liu Ming formed a seal with one hand as his spiritual consciousness expanded, instantaneously enveloping the entire village.
Moments later, when he retracted his spiritual consciousness, he let out a low sigh.
He had thoroughly investigated just now, and this place was indeed the residence of the descendants of that Ye-surnamed cultivator from before, with ancestral spirit tablets being worshipped in the central ancestral hall of the village.
Underneath the ancestral hall, a faint surge of magical power was emanating, a protective array similar to the one within Qinggang Mountain, its purpose being to protect the entire village from ghost creatures attacking from Qinggang Mountain.