Serpent Ancestor

Xu Hei didn't know which side the cultivator belonged to—Ma Kingdom, Zhao Kingdom, or perhaps a rogue cultivator?

He didn't care.

He realized he still couldn't truly empathize. Even if he walked among mortals and became one, deep down, he was still an immortal, a demon!

All beings have never been equal. Some struggle with all their might to survive, yet can't compete with a single thought from others. A mortal's lifetime of effort and struggle can be wiped out with a single breath from an immortal.

During this escort mission, Xu Hei learned a lot, at least he understood the flirtatious banter in the high-class brothels.

...

Outside Sanli Town, in a mountain stream.

A white-bearded middle-aged man riding a sword landed in front of an elder in purple robes, knelt on one knee, and clasped his fists, "Sanli Town has been completely wiped out, not a single soul left, ensuring no news will leak!"

"Well done!" The elder in purple nodded slightly.

"However..." The white-bearded man hesitated for a moment, "I let one person go. This person seemed to be just a passing rogue cultivator. I couldn't discern his cultivation level, so I didn't dare to act rashly, only noting his route."

He handed an image to the elder in purple.

The elder raised an eyebrow, "A rogue cultivator? To be safe, I will personally take a look."