Chapter 75 – Reluctant Heart Aids the Village, Nearly Drained by the Pouch

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The villagers below kept kowtowing, chanting praises as they welcomed the Immortal.

Yu Xian frowned slightly and spoke calmly, “Enough. Stop kowtowing. Let me ask—where is this place?”

His voice wasn’t loud, but to the villagers, it carried the weight of absolute command.

They immediately ceased kowtowing, staying kneeling in place, gazing up at him in silence.

The old man—presumably the village chief—blinked in confusion and said nervously, “Imm-Immortal… what did you ask…?”

He was too afraid he had misheard to answer.

Yu Xian didn’t lose his temper. He calmly repeated, “I said, where am I? Who are you people?”

The old man blinked again, making sure he heard it right, then cautiously replied, “Ah… this… this is Liu Family Village, Immortal sir. We are villagers of Liu Family Village.”

“Liu Family Village?”

That name sounded strangely familiar to Yu Xian.

East of Big Elm Tree Village lay Stone River Village, and farther east, several other settlements—he seemed to recall one called Liu Family Village, and another called Zhou Village.

Could he have returned home?

His heart surged with hope, and he quickly asked, “Is this Liu Family Village in Annan County?”

“Annan County?”

The old man blinked again and answered with a confused tone, “Immortal sir, this is Xihe County… You mean… you don’t know where this is?”

If he were truly an Immortal from Rain Mountain Temple in Xihe County, how could he not know where this place was?

The old man was suspicious—but didn’t dare to question further.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xian’s hope completely vanished.

Liu Family Village was just too common a name. Within a single prefecture, there could easily be twenty villages by that name.

This wasn’t near Big Elm Tree Village at all. In fact, he had never heard of a place called Xihe County.

From this brief exchange, Yu Xian could see these villagers posed no threat. He deactivated Soaring Cloud Technique and descended slowly, waving his hand.

“Stand up, all of you. I’m not your Immortal. The one you’re waiting for—it’s not me.”

Then he turned to leave.

“What…?”

All hundred or so villagers were stunned on the spot.

The old man quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed after Yu Xian.

“Immortal sir! Have… have I offended you? I apologize, I beg your forgiveness! But Immortal sir—you can’t leave! The monster has already killed over a dozen of our villagers! If it isn’t slain soon, Liu Family Village is finished! Immortal sir!!”

Yu Xian’s steps faltered. He turned around and looked at the elder.

The old man stopped, bowed deeply, and fell to his knees again.

“Immortal sir! Please…!”

Behind him, none of the villagers had stood up. Their eyes were filled with sorrow, hope, and desperation.

Old and young, male and female—over a hundred souls.

It was a smaller village than Big Elm Tree. Yet in their faces, Yu Xian saw the same honest suffering he had seen back home.

“The rich suffer in a thousand ways. The poor suffer all the same…”

As a cultivator, Yu Xian knew better than to interfere in mundane matters. Helping the weak brought danger and uncertainty.

But seeing them like this, he opened his mouth—and the words “I can’t help” turned instead into:

“Is it a monster that harms people?”

“Yes! Yes! A man-eating monster! It’s already taken over a dozen of our men! Immortal sir, look—see those women and children? All of them are in mourning! Their husbands are dead… What are they supposed to do now? Immortal sir! That monster must die!!”

The elder’s voice trembled with fury and grief as he pointed at the mourners behind him.

Weeping and sobbing echoed as fourteen women—young and old—stood in mourning attire, each with children beside them.

Some of the children were around ten years old, some just toddlers. Seeing their mothers cry, they also began to wail.

Villagers with stronger empathy wiped away tears, others looked heavy-hearted.

Without their husbands, these widows faced unbearable burdens.

Yu Xian stood silent, face complicated. After a long pause, he nodded slowly.

“My cultivation is low… I’ll try to help. If I can’t defeat it, then… there’s nothing I can do.”

There was so much suffering in the world—how could one man save it all?

He could only be like the child saving fish on the beach—saving one at a time, step by step.

So long as he remained true to his heart—that was enough.

The old man was overjoyed and dropped to the ground again, bowing repeatedly as he choked up.

“Thank you, Immortal sir! May you live as long as the Southern Mountains, and be blessed like the Eastern Seas!”

“May you live as long as the Southern Mountains! May you be blessed like the Eastern Seas!”

The villagers shouted their thanks in unison—sounding more like they were celebrating his birthday.

Yu Xian chuckled, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright. Get up. Tell me about the monster—what does it look like? Where does it appear?”

The elder struggled to his feet, barely holding himself up after bowing so many times.

The other villagers didn’t dare rise—Immortals only say ‘stand’ as a courtesy. Who dared actually do it?

Once upright, the elder began:

“It started half a month ago…”

From the elder’s account, Yu Xian learned:

Behind the village stood a small hill where the villagers had buried their ancestors. Recently, a corpse demon had appeared there.

Covered in long fur, shaped like a monkey, with sharp fangs and fiery eyes, it drank blood and devoured flesh—hiding during the day and hunting at night.

Clearly, it was a corpse demon.

Worse, it may have once been a villager’s deceased elder.

Corpse demons were low-grade monsters—barely qualifying as “monsters” at all. Merely blood-sensing undead.

If the villagers had more courage, a few dozen men could’ve killed it with nets and pitchforks.

Yu Xian nodded.

“Understood. Tell everyone to go home. It’s getting dark. I’ll head to the hill and try to kill the corpse demon. Your village will have peace again.”

“Thank you, Immortal sir!! Thank you!!”

Tears finally spilled from the elder’s eyes.

Instead of making the others stand, he knelt again.

The rest of the villagers, delighted, also continued kowtowing fervently.

“Thank you, Immortal sir!”

“Thank you, Immortal sir!”

…

Yu Xian sighed, shaking his head, then turned, formed a seal, and activated Soaring Cloud Technique—rising five zhang into the air and flying toward the hill behind the village.

Most village cemeteries were located on hills, in forests, or by rivers—so families could gather together to burn offerings and sweep graves.

The villagers had named this hill Little Donkey Mountain. For over a century, they had buried their dead there.

Yu Xian landed near a narrow path on the hill. It was still daytime, so the corpse demon was likely hiding in one of the many graves—hundreds of them. Searching now would be pointless.

So he found a clean spot, sat cross-legged, and began to wait for nightfall.

The air here was full of life and sweet scents—nothing like the bloody, oppressive aura of Sky Demon Valley.

Breathing deeply, Yu Xian calmed his mind, then took out a storage pouch from inside his robes.

It was the same size as his usual mid-grade pouch—about palm-sized.

But this one was light gold, glowing with an alluring sheen.

Cool, smooth to the touch—and it had the additional effect of gathering, purifying, and refining spiritual energy.

With this pouch on him, it was like carrying a miniature Spirit Gathering Formation.

Spiritual energy from dozens of miles would be drawn to it, purified, and refined—perfect for cultivation.

This was a top-grade storage pouch—the kind only Nascent Soul cultivators could possess.

Those beyond Nascent Soul—the Divine Transformation realm—were said to have their own pocket dimensions and didn’t need pouches at all.

Even with his calm demeanor, Yu Xian’s hands trembled slightly.

He wasn’t some ancient monster—he was still a young man. How could he not be excited?

This is the storage pouch of a Nascent Soul cultivator!

What’s inside…

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath, pouring spiritual energy into the pouch.

In that instant, the dormant pouch flared to life—a soft glow emerging—

—and Yu Xian’s expression changed drastically.

All of his spiritual energy rushed outward, pouring into the pouch like a river into the sea!

His energy—thick like mercury and spanning over two zhang—rapidly dried up!

Shocked, Yu Xian tried to throw it away—but it was stuck to his hand!

Thinking quickly, he pulled out mid-grade spirit stones from his own pouch and desperately absorbed them!

But no matter how fast he replenished his energy, the pouch absorbed it faster!

His face turned pale as he burned through dozens of spirit stones.

But his energy sea had dried up to half a foot in depth—nearly gone!

Yu Xian’s eyes filled with despair.

Had his greed finally doomed him?

If his energy sea dried out and his dantian shattered, his cultivation would be crippled.

But just then—the pouch’s glow flared brilliantly.

It lit up with intricate patterns—and finally, opened.

After all, it was just a storage pouch.

Maybe it required a massive amount of energy to unlock, but it wasn’t some top-tier magic weapon. It couldn’t drain him to death.

It had simply taken enough.

It had absorbed the equivalent of ten full cycles of his energy sea—and then, at last, it opened.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, that loss was trivial.

But for Yu Xian, it had nearly cost him his life.

Panting heavily, he scrambled to replenish his spiritual energy as fast as possible—and at the same time, he sent his consciousness into the pouch.

It was hard enough to open it once—he needed to see what treasures lay inside.