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Chapter 596: Immortality
Tan Wenjie: "Ahem, what I mean is, a gentleman may be attracted to beauty, but he does so in a proper way."

"Ok?"

The four looked surprised and suspicious.

“You misheard me.” Tan Wenjie emphasized again and corrected, “I met the two ladies and the two gentlemen by chance. I have no interest in your stories of the martial arts world. I am just an ordinary person. Let’s part ways here.”

Four people: "..."

Just by the fact that you can ride a donkey for thousands of miles a day without any awkwardness, you can tell that your external martial arts skills must be very profound. The pain of riding a donkey and rubbing your hips can cause you to walk with bowlegs.

Everyone present was a master; they would never be fooled by a handsome appearance.

"Farewell!" Tan Wenjie clasped his hands in a fist salute, jumped onto the back of the donkey, and slowly drove away.

Little Flirt: "Sister, he just left like that?"

Once again, things didn't go as planned by my sister. She said she could get it done with just a snap of her fingers.

The flamboyant man snorted, "He can't escape."

"What about us?"

"He's going to the capital, and we're going to the capital too, so of course we'll catch up with him along the way."

The uncle and nephew, Big and Little Flying Knives, watched the two women leave, then exchanged a silent glance.

"Second Uncle, didn't you say that Da Xiao Fengsao is hard to pursue?" Little Flying Knife Han Lin scratched his head with his right index finger and asked in confusion, "Why do they seem to be actively pursuing that person?"

"They all said it was on their way."

"But Second Uncle, you said that women shouldn't be spoiled. If they don't take the initiative with us, we should dump them."

He knew that his second uncle was very interested in the big show, otherwise he wouldn't have pretended nothing was wrong even after having his kills stolen so many times.

Because Little Flying Dagger himself only had a superficial understanding of matters of the heart, he only felt that his second uncle was very devoted and was someone he should learn from.

Now is a good time to listen to teachings.

“She’s different.” Han Chong said seriously. “Don’t worry, pretending to be bewitched by her is just part of your second uncle’s plan.”

"Second Uncle, why are you crying?"

"You just got sand in your eye, how is it!"

"Oh."

……

A roadside inn.

The area saw a large flow of people, including itinerant merchants and security escort teams, which in turn spurred the development of related industries.

The market, with its gossipmongers and fruit vendors, was bustling with activity.

Tan Wenjie rode on the donkey's back and looked around.

A bit fake.

He used to be an actor and understands the workflow of extras very well. For example, the old lady next to him who has walked back and forth more than ten times will be yelled "cut" if she tries to steal the spotlight.

There was also an old man and a little girl pretending to buy something. Was it so hard to hold back laughter?

Someone had set him up to come here, and considering the low rental price for extras, he had reason to suspect that everything here was related to the sluts.

He jumped off the donkey, and a waiter from the inn came out to take the donkey's rope.

"Hey! Wait."

Tan Wenjie immediately raised his hand to stop him.

"Guest officer?"

"My donkey is different; it has a bad temper. You might accidentally upset it, so it's best to stay away and not touch it."

Even the most unlucky water-avoiding beast was once the mount of Prince Ao Bing, the Third Prince. Now it has become Tan Wenjie's mount, and its status has skyrocketed. Ordinary mortals who don't have a strong enough destiny dare not touch this strange beast.

If we were to encounter someone at a temple, we wouldn't even have time to kowtow and pray for blessings, let alone dare to reach out.

The waiter muttered to himself, but outwardly maintained a smiling face.

"Bring me twenty catties of braised beef and two jars of good wine."

"okay."

"Wait, give it to him." Tan Wenjie pointed to the donkey next to him.

Waiter: "Huh?"

If you feed a donkey this well, do you still need another donkey?

Tan Wenjie walked into the lobby without even glancing at the waiter.

A sound came from the wind.

"What?! The two sassy characters have actually been captured by the four Grim Reapers!"

"Oh no, those two are definitely in trouble."

The two diners were talking in a back-and-forth style, like a crosstalk performance, chatting about the four great death gods and various flamboyant characters. Except for occasionally glancing at Tan Wenjie when they got to crucial information, their acting was pretty good.

A curious person from the next table peered over and asked, "The Four Grim Reapers?"

"It is said that the four of them have mastered the most advanced evil arts and are invincible in the martial arts world. I don't know why they would suddenly target Da Xiao Fengsao."

"Is there even a need to think about it?" one of them said with a lewd grin.

The others joined in with knowing laughs.

"The four Death Gods, who practice evil arts, have long lost interest in women. I think it's probably because they killed the Thirteen Cold-Blooded Eagles and were rewarded with their heads."

"It's actually like this!"

Tan Wenjie: "..."

It's too deliberate; they're trying to pretend they didn't hear.

However, he roughly understood the meaning. The glamorous and extravagant hiring of so many extras was all for the purpose of getting him to go find the two of them, and perhaps even giving him a chance to be a hero and save the damsels in distress.

If he had a choice, he felt that being a slave in his next life would be fine, and he shouldn't always think about achieving upward social mobility by offering himself in marriage.

Being capable and wealthy doesn't mean being brainless.

Seeing that Tan Wenjie remained silent and seemed not to hear the conversation, the group of accomplices became so anxious that they couldn't deliver their lines.

"Hey, I just got the latest news!" said a passerby who hadn't gotten up since Tan Wenjie walked in. "The Four Death Gods will slaughter all the big and small Fengsao in the Forest of the Dead, disemboweling them and digging out their hearts to appease the spirits of their brothers in heaven."

"Hiss—" *N
All the diners on the first floor of the inn turned their heads in unison, their eyes all fixed on Tan Wenjie.

Tan Wenjie: "?"

Why are you all looking at me?

You have so many heroes and good men out there, so you resort to moral blackmail because I'm handsome, huh? Being handsome doesn't mean I'm not eating your rice.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not familiar with them at all,” Tan Wenjie said. “Don’t expect me to risk my life for a mere acquaintance, absolutely not!”

"what!"

Just then, two acquaintances also entered the inn.

It was the uncle and nephew, Big and Little Flying Knives.

"Second Uncle, it seems that Feng Erniang and Feng Ling are in danger. Should we help them?"

"Those four Death Gods are not simple." Han Chong snorted coldly. "Getting entangled with them will take a lot of time and effort. Besides, I don't know any of these Feng Erniang or Da Fengsao at all."

Emotional setbacks can help men grow. Han Chong felt that he was invincible in matters of the heart and would never risk his life for two women.

He turned to look at Tan Wenjie, who happened to be looking at him as well.

Their eyes met.

"If the other party doesn't go..." x2
"However, on the other hand," Han Chong said, "I just can't stand the arrogance of the Four Death Gods. As a well-known figure in the martial arts world, it is my code of conduct to fight evil and help the innocent."

Clap clap clap!

Little Flying Knife applauded, thinking that as long as it could save his beloved, temporarily flattering his second uncle was nothing.

Night falls, the Forest of the Dead.

Tan Wenjie moved through the woods like a ghost, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"How did you come?"

The large and small throwing knives were positioned at the entrance to the Forest of the Dead, as if they had anticipated Tan Wenjie's arrival.

Tan Wenjie: "Taking a walk after dinner."

Tan Wenjie, who always adheres to the theory that "it would be a waste to give it to someone else," certainly wouldn't easily let go of the opportunity to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, and he is also very interested in the four Grim Reapers.

Big Flying Knife: "We need to head east."

Tan Wenjie: "I'm heading west."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving the two men, Big Knife and Little Knife, staring at each other, frozen in place.

"Second Uncle, what should we do?" "Follow him!" Big Flying Knife smugly snorted, "He definitely knows where she's being held. We'll go out and be the hero to rescue her!"

……

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the location of the four Grim Reapers in the Forest of the Dead.

The four seemed to be performing some kind of strange ritual, circling around the torch and dancing a bizarre, sacrificial dance.

"Rising together in the east, shining upon my death god, life and death, without stain or dust."

"interesting."

Tan Wenjie glanced at the panting, exhausted throwing knives that had caught up with him, clinging to a tree trunk, then raised his finger and lightly tapped them from a distance. *Thud thud*, the first two knives fell to the ground with bloody holes in their heads.

Big and small throwing knives: "!!"

If you're this good, why would you need to be so timid and resort to sneak attacks?

Why don't we just rush over there?

I made a mistake. It seems that coming here today didn't make me a hero to save the damsel in distress; instead, I'm going to become a supporting character.

The more disheveled the two of them were, the more impressive Tan Wenjie appeared.

at the same time.

The two, Da and Xiao Fengsao, leaned against each other, their expressions panicked.

"Sister, is he really coming?" Xiao Fengsao asked worriedly.

"The self-inflicted injury stratagem from the Thirty-Six Stratagems, don't worry, he'll definitely come." Da Fengsao confidently patted his chest.

Xiao Fengsao enviously withdrew her trembling gaze.

You're older, so you're right.

“The Four Death Gods’ martial arts are extraordinary,” Da Fengsao said. “But it is precisely because they are so difficult to deal with that people are more likely to come to their rescue. Look at that one, he’s called ‘Relentless Pursuit,’ another one is ‘Inevitable Death,’ the one behind him is called ‘Eternal Immortality,’ and the one hiding under the tree next to him is ‘One-Hit Kill.’”

"Oh." Little Flirt nodded thoughtfully. "How should we proceed later?"

"of course……"

The sounds of "plop" and "plop" rang out, and the first two fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"Sister?" Xiao Fengsao's heart skipped a beat.

Just now we were saying that the four Grim Reapers were tough to deal with, but unexpectedly two of them died quietly.

That's a bit ironic.

"Did we get the wrong person?" Da Fengsao frowned.

She did indeed have a grudge against the Four Death Gods, the reason being that she had cut off the head of the Thirteen Eagles for the reward, without any falsehood. The only difference was that she also had her eye on the bounty of the Four Death Gods, wanting to kill two birds with one stone, winning the heart of a handsome man while earning some pocket money at the same time.

"Who!" the remaining two Death Gods looked up and questioned.

Tan Wenjie slowly emerged from the dark woods: "What's your name?"

One of the Grim Reapers replied, "Never die."

“One hit and he’ll die!” the other replied.

Tan Wenjie nodded slightly, his feet stomping on the ground, and he launched himself towards the two men.

"Physical training!" The shrewd man in the shadows narrowed his eyes.

She knew Tan Wenjie was definitely skilled, but she didn't expect him to be this strong. As the wind from his punch brushed against her, her cheeks felt slightly hot.

Even my heart was pounding wildly.

A gust of wind swept through, and the leaves in the forest danced in the air.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and birds spread their wings to flee.

Immortal raised his arm to try to block, but was punched in the chest and instantly coughed up blood and flew backward.

It was precisely because he was the first to engage Tan Wenjie that he gave Death the opportunity, delivering a chop to Tan Wenjie's shoulder.

Despite the clanging sound, Tan Wenjie remained motionless and even turned his head to look at him.

"You." He died instantly, spitting out blood and collapsing to the ground.

Tan Wenjie: "Dead?"

Having a protective shield, you will take some damage when attacked, but it will definitely not exceed the force of the attacker.

"He says he'll die in one move, of course he'll die if you touch him!" Forever Undying stood up and roared as he charged toward Tan Wenjie.

Then he was kicked away by Tan Wenjie.

This time he used more force and kicked the other person's head off. Unexpectedly, the other person could still move freely after the head was separated.

Tan Wenjie's eyes widened: "So, you actually stole my family's secret manual! Hand it over right now, or I'll take your dog's life!"

The distant, flamboyant figures: "..."

They had a strong intuition that the family secret recipe must have been improvised by Tan Wenjie on the spot.

How shameless! It's a shame he's not in the underworld.

The immortal head floated up: "Hahahaha!"

His disorganized body parts came together and were pieced back together to form a human shape.

Judging from the degree of physical integration alone, it is no weaker than some low- to mid-level martial arts manuals. The immortal charged at Tan Wenjie again, but was caught and pinned to the ground.

Even though only my neck was being held down, I felt like I had lost control of my entire body and couldn't move.

It felt as if my body was entangled by countless invisible threads.

"Really immortal?"

Tan Wenjie checked and found that the other party indeed had a strong internal force, and even a slight magical response.

This suggests that the other party is very likely practicing some kind of secret technique.

The immortal, somewhat absurd god asked: "What do you want to do?"

He may indeed live forever, but that doesn't mean he'll live forever even if he's chopped into pieces.

Tan Wenjie raised his index finger: "Shh~"

If one could cultivate to become a demon and achieve immortality, this talent would be unremarkable, because once one's strength reaches a certain level, the decay of the body would be of little consequence.

Even if we take a step back and forget about gods and monsters, someone who is immortal would not even be as good as someone like Tomie; they could only pretend to be a martial arts master among ordinary people.

Tan Wenjie: "I'll count to one now. Hand over my family's secret recipe, or I'll have to chop you into minced meat."

Even if they never die, they remain unmoved.

"ten!"

They are immortal and remain motionless.

"one!"

Wait a minute! Why is it that after ten comes one? Why is the order so disordered?

In the end, the immortal still agreed to cooperate, and even after being beaten into pieces by Tan Wenjie once again, he agreed very readily.

Tan Wenjie turned to look at Da Xiao Fengsao. The two of them, who had been eating melon seeds and watching the show, immediately responded and shouted "Help!" twice in a very perfunctory and dismissive manner.

"Thank you so much for saving me, young master," the flamboyant man said, offering his thanks.

She looked at Tan Wenjie with affection in her eyes.

If a man is willing to overcome all difficulties to save her, she is worthy of repaying him with her life.

"I am willing to repay you with my body."

Xiao Fengsao also said, "Thank you, young master, I am willing too."

She couldn't let this opportunity slip by; she absolutely couldn't watch her sister jump into the fire. They had promised to be best friends forever.

Although she was very unhappy that Xiao Fengsao suddenly took advantage of her situation, Da Fengsao knew that the most important thing right now was to win over Tan Wenjie. The minor frictions and disputes between the sisters could wait until later.

"If it weren't for your rescue, young master, we would have been in grave danger today!"

Big and small throwing knives, who had also rushed over to help rescue the person, were speechless.

"I helped Feng Erniang too," Big Flying Knife said, gesturing and pointing at Tan Wenjie, then at his own nose.

They risked their lives to save him, so he has no objection to repaying them with his own body.

Considering that he had only followed along and hadn't had a chance to act yet, he was willing to follow orders and had no objection to how the spoils were distributed.

Han Lin, nicknamed "Little Flying Knife," nodded vigorously and said to Xiao Fengsao, "That's right, Feng Ling, I helped too."

Da Fengsao: "Thank you both for your help. I have no way to repay you, so I can only repay your life-saving grace by being your servant in my next life."

"Huh?" X2
Who wants you to be reborn as cattle or horses in your next life? Let's talk about how good this life is first.

(End of this chapter)