Chapter 856: How Could There Be Such A Weak Old Ma

In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Led by Zheng Wu, the ancestor of the Three Lives Sect, the pit-digging team had been diligently digging pits every day.

"Hmph!"

"To think that I, the esteemed ancestor of the Three Lives Sect, would be reduced to digging cesspits here—what a disgrace!"

Seeing that no one was around, Zheng Wu slammed his palm into the cesspit, venting his frustration.

Although he had been flattering Lou Benwei, deep down, he was far from happy about it.

The desire to leave was still there.

"Exactly, Ancestor. Not just someone of your status, even we feel utterly disgraced!"

"That's right, Ancestor."

"If things continue like this, it’s not going to end well. You have to think of a way out!"

The others also urged anxiously.

"You’re right. Sitting around and waiting for doom isn’t the way to go."

Zheng Wu propped his chin with his hand, deep in thought.

"Here’s what we’ll do. You all stay here and keep working hard," Zheng Wu said. "I’ll go scout the area and figure out exactly where we are."

"Once I’ve gathered enough information, we can make a plan. It’s not too late!"

"Understood. We’ll count on you, Ancestor."

"Ancestor, please be careful."

"We’ll eagerly await your triumphant return."

Everyone chimed in.

Zheng Wu nodded solemnly and then headed toward the bustling part of the island.

Although they weren’t physically restrained here, perhaps to show diligence in front of Lou Benwei, Zheng Wu had been digging pits all day without a moment’s rest.

So, this was the first time he truly got to explore Shadow Island.

"This place doesn’t seem all that different," Zheng Wu muttered to himself.

Before long, Zheng Wu arrived at the main street of Shadow Island.

The street was bustling with people, coming and going in a lively stream.

Zheng Wu couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

"Huh? Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, Zheng Wu noticed something unusual.

As he scanned the street, he was shocked to find that he couldn’t detect any cultivation aura from these people.

There were only two possible explanations for this.

One, these people were all far stronger than him—so much stronger that they could completely conceal their auras, making it impossible for him to sense even a trace.

The other possibility was that these people were all ordinary mortals, with not a shred of cultivation to their names.

"Heh!"

Zheng Wu scoffed.

Of the two possibilities, it didn’t take much thought to conclude it must be the second one.

After all, while he had been at Lou Benwei’s mercy, Lou Benwei was just one exceptional case.

He, Zheng Wu, was the esteemed ancestor of a Daoist sect, a super expert at the Integration Realm.

The idea that hundreds of people on this street could all be stronger than him was nothing short of absurd.

That’s impossible.

If that were truly the case, then the three great Daoist sects of the Nine Realms, the so-called pinnacle of power, would be nothing but a joke.

For some reason, seeing these mortals on the street lightened his mood.

Being toyed with by Lou Benwei had made him doubt himself.

But now, seeing these ordinary people, he was reminded that he was a super expert at the Integration Realm. Aside from Lou Benwei, he was a force to be reckoned with across the Nine Realms.

Without exaggeration, he could wipe this small town off the map with a single wave of his hand.

Thinking of this, the aura of an ancestor naturally emanated from him once again.

Head held high, hands behind his back, he strolled with an air of authority.

Just as he was walking with this demeanor, a group of young boys playing with a ball came rushing toward him.

"Hey, kid, watch out!"

"You little rascals, always causing a ruckus."

"Yeah, why can’t you find somewhere less crowded to play?"

The vendors on either side of the street scolded the children, but their tone was more of a light-hearted reprimand. It was clear that these were local kids who often played like this.

"Old man, watch out!"

The boys, running wildly, saw Zheng Wu walking arrogantly in their path and quickly called out to warn him.

Zheng Wu smiled faintly.

What harm could a few mortal children possibly do to him, an Integration Realm ancestor?

He paid no heed.

But in the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

One of the boys, unable to stop in time, crashed into him—and it felt like a mountain had slammed into him.

The impact sent his internal organs reeling.

With a *whoosh*, he was flung backward, flying hundreds of feet away before crashing heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

He quickly circulated his energy to suppress the injury.

But his mind was in turmoil.

What... what just happened?

He, an Integration Realm ancestor, had been sent flying hundreds of feet by a mere child and was now severely injured.

What made it even more infuriating was that as he was flying through the air, he faintly heard the boy mutter, *"How could there be such a weak old man?"*