As he spoke, the burly man looked at the ancient tree next to Chu Mo with a devout expression.

Chu Mo gave a bitter smile and said, "Big brother, you've misunderstood, I have no ill intentions."

The burly man sneered coldly, "Everyone who comes from outside says they have no ill intentions. Get lost, I don't want to hear your babbling."

The burly man's attitude was terrible, but oddly, he made no move to approach, instead, he stood within the village, his eyes coldly fixed on Chu Mo, filled with a deep-seated hatred.

Chu Mo's face stiffened, it had been too many years since anyone had treated him with such a terrible attitude. Thinking about this, Chu Mo couldn't help but give a wry smile, thinking to himself: Human mentality is indeed strange. After being the king of Heavenly Realm for so long, one really starts to believe they are the supreme ruler of this world.

With these thoughts in mind, Chu Mo said earnestly, "I can stay out of your village, but could you tell me where this place is?"

The bearded burly man frowned at Chu Mo and said coldly, "This is Little River Village. Alright, I've told you, now you can leave."

Chu Mo looked helpless, glanced at the bearded burly man, and sighed lightly: "Fine, I'll leave."

Chu Mo couldn't fathom where this burly man's inexplicable hostility was coming from. Perhaps he had been harmed by outsiders before. In any case, he appeared far more wary than even Chu Mo. This seemed completely unrelated to the dangerous Trial Fields that the Dragon and Ling Yuwei had mentioned.

Shaking his head, Chu Mo turned to leave.

Just then, he suddenly heard a shrill cry from within the village: "I didn't!"

The voice was that of a woman, filled with grievance and fear.

Then came a cold rebuke: "Slut! Incapable of moving when you see a man, huh? I'll kill you today, you shameless filth!"

Slap!

The crisp sound of a slap reached Chu Mo's ears.

Chu Mo turned back abruptly, frowning, looking in the direction of the village. That bearded burly man was looking at him with an icy gaze.

"How can you treat a woman like this? Just because she saw me?" Chu Mo turned around and walked straight towards the burly man.

That woman was a total stranger to him, not even beautiful, at best she could be called delicate. But if she was beaten and bullied because of him, Chu Mo would certainly feel uncomfortable. He could not stand for this to happen.

"What... what do you want?" the bearded burly man glared at Chu Mo with anger, his voice also becoming harsh. Then he pleaded with the tree at the entrance of the village: "Tree god, tree god, help us kill this foreign demon!"

Boom!

A powerful aura erupted instantaneously from the ancient tree.

Then, countless leaves detached from the ancient tree, shooting towards Chu Mo like arrows, pelting down upon him.

Chu Mo drew out the Cold Moon Blade, and in the blink of an eye, he wielded it impenetrably, blocking all the tree leaves from reaching him.

Though these leaves were extremely soft, at that moment, they truly seemed like arrows, causing Chu Mo's arms to feel somewhat numb. What realm was Chu Mo? His physical body was incredibly strong, unimaginably so. Even a supreme being did not possess a body as robust as his.

He looked at the ancient tree in slight shock, the ground beneath him covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves.

Chu Mo's eyes glinted with a cold light as he looked at the ancient tree: "Cultivating to such a realm in a place like this is not easy. I don't want to harm you, and I hope you understand that."

With that said, Chu Mo held the Cold Moon Blade and made his way into the village.

Seemingly frightened by the commotion outside, the village suddenly fell silent except for the soft sobbing of the woman.

The ancient tree calmed down, but the bearded burly man's face showed deep despair. He pulled out a dagger, more than a foot long, from his waist and said fiercely to Chu Mo, "Go... get out!"

Chu Mo approached him, wielding the Cold Moon Blade.

A chilling murderous aura spread instantly, a cold moonbeam flew close past the burly man's scalp.

The bearded burly man was so frightened that he closed his eyes and shuddered.

A large chunk of his hair was sliced off by the blade's energy.

Chu Mo said coldly, "I don't want to hurt you, so move aside!"

The burly man with a scraggly beard shivered and stepped aside.

Chu Mo, without even glancing at him, casually walked into the village. He had only taken a few steps when he saw a crowd of people gathered by the roadside.

The young woman who had just been carrying a wooden basin sat on the ground with flushed cheeks, holding the basin in her arms, her hair disheveled and eyes swollen from crying. Upon seeing him, she quickly bowed her head, not daring to look at him at all.

Surrounding the young woman were several sturdy men and a few elderly women.

One of the elderly women, with an ugly visage and a spiteful expression, although somewhat fearful of Chu Mo, could not help but spit on the young woman after seeing her bow her head, and screeched, "You little vixen, no wonder you're so restless, it's because you saw a handsome young man, isn't it?"

Saying this, she raised her leg, intending to kick the young woman.

"Stop!" Chu Mo roared in anger, leaping into action and kicking towards the old woman.

At that moment, an unexpected change occurred!

The aged woman, with a sinister smile on her face, suddenly erupted with a fierce aura. Her foot, originally aiming at the young woman, was raised high and kicked towards Chu Mo!

At this time, the rest of them... all moved as well!

The only one who didn't move was the young woman sitting on the ground, still bowing her head and weeping softly.

The several robust men, along with the other elderly women, all exuded a strong presence, some wielding weapons, others barehanded, and they all attacked Chu Mo together.

Chu Mo quickly assessed and was astounded!

These people's combat power was no less than his at this moment!

In other words, if this wasn't the situation, if they were outside, these people... would probably be a group of Quasi-Supreme cultivators at their peak!

But, am I afraid?

A glacial light flickered through Chu Mo's eyes as he moved like a nimble leopard, wielding the Cold Moon Blade, darting to the left and thrusting to the right.

In an instant, several screams of agony could be heard.

The ugly old woman who tried to kick him suffered the most, as Chu Mo sliced her arm with the Cold Moon Blade, leaving a deep bone-visible wound, with blood spurting out instantly, losing her ability to fight and tumbling to the side with a loud wail.

The other robust men also met a grim fate, all receiving varying deep wounds from Chu Mo's blade and being sent flying.

Had it not been for the absence of a deep grudge between Chu Mo and these people, the outcome would certainly not have been mild.

In the blink of an eye, only four of them could still stand, but their expressions were all extremely ugly, looking at Chu Mo with fear, and after exchanging glances, they seemed to think about retreating.

At this time, an aged voice said, "Foreign friend, that's enough. Xiaohe Village may be weak, but it's still not a place anyone can run wild."

As he spoke, an elderly man walking with the help of a dragon-head cane, looking at least in his eighties or nineties, approached Chu Mo. Behind him, a group of people followed at a distance, their looks towards Chu Mo filled with intense hatred.

Chu Mo looked at the old man and spoke gravely, "I was merely passing by and had no ill intentions, but your villagers seem to harbor deep hatred against me. Even though I don't understand why, I was indeed planning to leave. However, this lady, she only glanced at me, and not only was she cursed at, but immediately after, your villagers started beating her. It would weigh on my conscience if I turned a blind eye. I don't understand what wrong she did for you to treat her this way."

The elder glanced at the woman who was still sitting there crying softly and showed a hint of disgust, looking Chu Mo up and down a few times, and then suddenly said, "Since young brother likes her, you can take her with you."

"No!" At this moment, the woman who had been sitting and weeping suddenly let out a sharp scream, then lifted her head, bursting out in anger and bellowed, "My husband is dead, and this is how you treat me? Have you forgotten why he died? You insist on saying I doomed my own husband. I didn't protest; you insulted me, hit me, and I didn't retaliate; because I also think that perhaps because of my misfortune, my husband has passed away. But you can't drive me away! Ask yourselves, when my husband was alive, which one in the village didn't benefit from his kindness? Whose family didn't receive his good deeds? He has passed away... and this is how you treat his widow? You've gone too far!"

The ugly old woman who had received a slash from Chu Mo suddenly shouted in a piercing voice, "When you weren't married into our village, people lived peacefully, and our village was quiet! Ever since you came, things have been in chaos, you doomed your own husband and brought disaster to the village... Do we have any reason to hate you?"

"That's right, you're an ill-omened woman! Even the Tree God tried to stop your marriage! But at that time, your husband was too strong-willed, heh, his strong-will also led to his own death!" Another old woman said, her face filled with agitation.

"Harlot, just leave Xiaohe Village quickly. You like to look at this handsome young man, right? If you follow him, you can see him every day!" a husky man yelled loudly.

Chu Mo stood silently to one side, beginning to understand what had happened. Yet, seeing the ugliness of these people's faces, he felt a multitude of emotions; a group who could be so domineering and revered outside had become here nothing more than a bunch of narrow-minded and crude country bumpkins... The affairs of this world were truly too marvelous.

He remained silent, wanting to see what the suddenly erupted young woman would do.

The young woman, listening to their piercing words, lets tears flow ceaselessly, murmuring, "Husband, do you see this? The village you deeply loved, the people you protected, are such people. If your spirit is still out there, can you appear and tell me what I should do?"

"Get out!" The ugly old woman, clutching the wound on her arm, scolded harshly.

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