A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 905 - 891: Silent Village

After Baiyu crossed the river, he didn't wander aimlessly, but started moving forward along the stone path.

But soon.

The road came to an end.

In front was a cemetery, lined with tombstones, appearing to have been abandoned for a long time, and the stone path extended deeper into the cemetery. The cemetery was pitch black, filled with a violent and cold energy, making people hesitant to approach.

And in front of the cemetery was a rather dilapidated-looking village. From a distance, the village appeared bustling with shadows of people moving around.

Baiyu frowned.

The appearance of a village in such a place seemed peculiar no matter how you thought about it. He walked into the village, and the unique cold aura of ghosts was absent. However, there were indeed many people in the village.

The villagers lived in the village, as if in a utopia.

They ignored Baiyu's arrival, treating him as air.

"Are these villagers not normal people?"

Baiyu frowned.

He couldn't feel any aura from these villagers, as if they didn't exist. To verify his suspicion, Baiyu approached one of the villagers, greeted them, confirmed there was no response, and reached out to grab the villager.

As expected.

His outstretched hand caught nothing.

These villagers were not real, or rather, they were just images of their lives before.

Baiyu didn't dare to approach the cemetery casually; otherwise, great terror would certainly ensue if ventured into.

Baiyu could only temporarily reside in the village, observing the villagers' activities, hoping to find more clues.

And so.

A day passed.

Baiyu found that besides their daily lives, these villagers would collectively go to the cemetery to dig for something, though what it was, Baiyu didn't know. The villagers talked and laughed, but Baiyu couldn't hear a sound.

Just like a silent movie.

As for their trips to the cemetery, Baiyu didn't follow but watched from afar. Not long after, new Martial Artists arrived in the village. In one day, they had already managed to obtain ten copper coins from the Reincarnation Ghost City.

Now that the prohibitions at Reincarnation Ghost City were lifted, they could freely come and go, making it easier to get copper coins.

Thus, more and more people came to the village.

Of course.

There were also those fearless fools who directly walked along the stone path into the cemetery, trying to enter the Spiritual Qi-filled peaks full of pavilions and palaces. However, they only managed a few steps before collapsing with a thud, their fates unknown.

With such a precedent, no one dared to venture in recklessly.

Soon.

The Martial Artists who entered the village began gathering together, discussing strategies on how to enter the peaks.

Leaders of small factions of Martial Artists gathered to exchange the information they had collected.

As for those loners, they naturally weren't considered, having no right to access the information.

Baiyu was naturally among them.

However, he didn't mind, leisurely staying in the village for two more days, observing the villagers' routines.

And in these two days.

Baiyu happened to meet an acquaintance.

Wang Shenghua.

Since returning to school last time, Wang Shenghua had sought out Baiyu a few times but hadn't seen him. So, she went into closed-door Cultivation herself.

Now meeting again.

Her aura was calm and deep, evidently having broken through to a higher Realm.

"Your Extraordinary Ability should allow you to thrive here, right?" In a house, Baiyu looked at Wang Shenghua, quite surprised.

It seemed.

The results of her harvest in the Yellow Sand World were abundant, as her strength had improved significantly compared to before.

"Uh... my ghostly state has some differences from these real ghosts, but in specific situations, it can blur the line, drawing closer to these ghosts."

Wang Shenghua was somewhat excited. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

She hadn't expected to meet Baiyu here; his strength in the Yellow Sand World had left a deep impression. He was a reliable partner, provided they became partners first.

They didn't chat for long.

This place was originally the Blessed Land of the holy Purple Crystal School, and now most students had entered the Blessed Land for Cultivation. Though surprising to meet, probability-wise, it wasn't a rare occurrence.

At most, a mild coincidence.

Now, the most pressing issue was the village's situation. Coming to the village was naturally in hopes of going up the mountain to seek the fortunes there. And the path up the mountain clearly had to do with the cemetery in front of the village.

Entering the cemetery alone would lead to the same demise as those who ventured into the river unguarded.

However.

These villagers ran to the cemetery every day.

Which means there must be a connection between the two.

"These villagers probably repeat the instincts of their lives, which means they had a deep connection with the cemetery while alive. I observed they collectively go to the cemetery to dig for something during the day.

This is a very peculiar place.

Besides that.

I also discovered that the number of people digging in the cemetery is decreasing."

Baiyu spoke to Wang Shenghua.

Wang Shenghua nodded in agreement with Baiyu's thoughts; her findings were nearly identical. Loners were marginalized by these factions, making it hard for them to obtain valuable information.

"Dong dong dong."

At that moment.

A loud drumming suddenly came from the street.

Baiyu and Wang Shenghua stepped out of the room and saw the otherwise leisurely villagers rushing anxiously to a place within the village. Though they knew these weren't real people, the panic seemed genuine.

Baiyu and Wang Shenghua followed.

The gathering place was the village shrine. In ancient villages like this, a shrine served as a place for Sacrifice, announcements, and the execution of village rules, holding a very special status.

Typically, people weren't allowed near without reason.

Now, with all villagers heading to the shrine, something significant had indeed happened.

Besides the villagers.

The group of Martial Artists in the village also rushed excitedly to the shrine, marking the first incident in days, potentially linked to the village's secret.

Everyone reached the shrine.

Seeing hundreds of villagers gathered inside, an elderly man with a cane stood solemnly in the main hall, speaking to the villagers.

Soon after he spoke.

The villagers suddenly panicked, exploding into fervent discussions, but the village elder stomped his cane, restoring order.