A Fellow Cultivator Should Die, But A Penniless Priest Should Not
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
"Did he actually manage to escape?"
Chen Fei sensed the fluctuations of the emerald energy in his hand, and it could only be like this when Lu Zhichun was nearby. Chen Fei hadn't expected that Lu Zhichun could actually escape from Mi Village.
The rules in Mi Village were so stringent that they were almost impossible to resist for any outsider.
The martial arts he had taught were instantly learned by the villagers of Mi Village, followed by a surge of vital energy. Then, in the evening, they were catered to and absorbed another wave of it.
What was even more outrageous was that the next day, when they started learning new martial arts, as long as they began listening, their vital energy would continuously drain away.
Most importantly, their mental faculties were suppressed, rendering all their previous methods of dealing with enemies useless, leaving only some instinctual reactions.