Arc 3.30 Will remember me fondly

Cultivators who practised the Righteous Dao were tiresome. Unlike the easy, comfy journey that Shen Jiyu had before he met the son of fate, their journey to the so-called village was laborious. If they were not attacked by someone, then they were saving someone else.

It was not all bad though. He could watch Shi Zian flex his muscles. 

A bolt of dark ice landed in the middle of the bandit's hideout outside the city. The ice shattered, covering a thousand feet. In the face of death, the cultivators frantically fled.