Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

After a period of rest and recovery, Lin Fan felt that his spiritual power and physical strength had basically returned to their best condition. He looked at his teammates around him. Jin Buke, Zhong Ling'er, Jiang Shuiling, and Ye Wuhen were also gradually waking up from meditation, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"We have almost recovered, it's time to move on." Lin Fan stood up with a firm tone.

Everyone nodded, stood up, packed up their magic weapons and equipment, and prepared to continue moving deeper into Cangmang Province.

Along the way, there was still a faint mist in the air, and the vast mountains stretched endlessly in the distance, giving people an endless sense of oppression. The surroundings were so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, and occasionally a few roars of unknown beasts came, making people feel the desolation and danger of this land.

"It seems that few people have ever been to this area." Jin Buke looked around, frowning slightly. "There are no traces of people along the way, and no obvious signs of roads were found."

"The power of Cang Ming rules this area. I believe the people here have long avoided the outside world." Zhong Ling'er whispered, with a trace of pity in her eyes, "These ordinary people, living in such a dangerous place, must have a very difficult life."

"Let's keep going, maybe we'll find something." Lin Fan waved his hand forward, and everyone continued to move forward along the mountain road.

Not long after, after passing through a valley shrouded in thick fog, Lin Fan and his companions suddenly discovered that the fog in front of them was gradually thinning, and a hidden village appeared before their eyes.

This village is surrounded by mountains and hidden in the depths of the vast fog. The village's buildings are simple and old, made of stone and wood, and look a bit shabby. The village's paths are winding, with chickens crowing and dogs barking, making it seem particularly quiet, in stark contrast to the desolation that Lin Fan and his companions had seen along the way, as if this was a paradise isolated from the world.

However, there was a strange atmosphere in the silence of the village. When Lin Fan and others approached, the atmosphere in the village suddenly became tense. Some old people poked their heads out of their houses and frowned at these strange outsiders. Young people quickly gathered at the entrance of the village, holding some simple weapons such as wooden sticks and shovels in their hands, and their expressions were alert and nervous.

"Who are you? Why did you trespass into our village?" A middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the village asked seriously. He was sturdy, his face was covered with traces of time, and his eyes were full of tenacity. He looked like the leader of the village.

Lin Fan took a step forward, bowed slightly, and smiled kindly: "Brother, please don't misunderstand us. We are monks passing by here and we have no ill intentions." His voice was gentle, but full of power, making people feel a calm trust.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Fan and his companions. He was obviously very wary of outsiders. "A cultivator passing by? No one has ever been willing to come to this area. What is your purpose?"

Jiang Shuiling walked forward, bowed slightly, and said softly: "We came here because we lost our way. We are deeply sorry if our arrival has caused you any trouble." Her voice was like a clear spring, carrying a reassuring power.

Seeing Jiang Shuiling's attitude and the lack of any aura of aggression from her, the villagers' vigilance was slightly lowered, but they still dared not relax. They whispered to each other, seemingly discussing the origins and motives of Lin Fan and the others.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: "My name is Zhang Kui, and I am the chief of this village. Since you said you have no intention of offending me, please come in. But if you have ill intentions, I will never sit idly by."

Lin Fan nodded to show his understanding: "We can accept any test you give us, and if the village encounters any difficulties, we are willing to do our best to help."

Zhang Kui glanced at him with some doubt in his eyes, but finally nodded, indicating that they could follow him into the village.

As they entered the village, Lin Fan and the others noticed that the villagers looked haggard and dressed in simple clothes. Many houses looked dilapidated, as if they had experienced some kind of disaster. The children hid behind their mothers, looking at Lin Fan and the others with curiosity and fear, their eyes filled with a worry and vigilance that was inconsistent with their age.

"These villagers... look like they live in fear all the time." Zhong Ling'er said softly, her eyes full of sympathy.

Zhang Kui led Lin Fan and the others to a slightly larger house in the village and motioned for them to sit down. Several elderly people also came out, seemingly the elders of the village, with worried expressions on their faces.

"You outsiders may not know that our village has long been oppressed by Cang Ming." Zhang Kui said in a deep voice, with anger and helplessness that could not be concealed. "He would send people to plunder our resources every once in a while, and use his Cang Ming Bell to intimidate us. The people in our village... simply cannot resist his power."

"Cang Ming Bell?" Lin Fan frowned. "He used sonic waves to attack you?"

An elderly elder sighed and said, "That's right. The sound waves of the Cangming Bell are like the wailing of hell, which is unbearable for our minds. Every time Cangming attacks, we can only choose to surrender, otherwise more people will fall to the sound of the bell."

Jiang Shuiling was moved when she heard this. She recalled the power of sound waves that she had learned from the previous battle with Cang Ming, and couldn't help asking, "Have you ever tried to resist? Or use other methods to resist the sound waves?"

Zhang Kui smiled bitterly: "How can ordinary villagers like us resist such a terrible force? We have tried to resist many times, but each time we were completely defeated by Cang Ming's sonic attack. We don't have the power of cultivators, so we are powerless to resist."

After listening to the villagers' story, Lin Fan and the others were filled with indignation. They had never thought that these ordinary people would have such a hard life because of the oppression of a cultivator. Lin Fan took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at Zhang Kui with a firm gaze: "We are willing to help you, to help you completely get rid of Cang Ming's oppression."

Zhang Kui and the elders had complicated expressions on their faces when they heard this. They looked at each other, as if they were thinking about the true meaning of Lin Fan's words. After a moment, Zhang Kui slowly said, "Are you really willing to help us? Cang Ming is very powerful, and he is not alone. He has many allies in Cang Mang Province. Are you really willing to take this risk?"

Lin Fan looked determined and nodded without hesitation: "We have witnessed too many sufferings like yours along the way. If we had the ability, we would not stand idly by. Cang Ming has been defeated by us, but his allies must also pay the price for their evil deeds."

Jiang Shuiling also stood up, with a determined light in her eyes: "Also, I have learned some techniques about sound waves from the battle with Cang Ming. I think I can help you resist the invasion of those sound waves."

Hearing this, Zhang Kui and the villagers gradually showed hope in their eyes. An elderly elder's eyes were wet and he said in a trembling voice: "If you can really help us, then everyone in our village will be grateful."