The immortal is beside me

Chapter 8 Loose Cultivator Zhou Fan
Tan Yong urged his spirit to move closer to one of the memories. The closer he got, the clearer the faint voice in that memory became.

Until his soul connected with the "bubble", unfamiliar memories swept towards him like a huge wave, and chaotic voices rang out in the waves. The tones were strange and did not seem to be orthodox Chinese, but under the resonance of his soul, he could fully understand the meaning of the words.

"Deacon Shi, news just came from the branch sect that nine disciples were killed when they clashed with a wandering cultivator over the Cloud Hidden Grass."

"Okay, I'll send someone to check right away. Also, here's the list of sacrifices the tribe offered yesterday. Only twenty two-legged sheep were offered this time. They say a group of rebels have recently emerged among the Han people, making it difficult to capture live two-legged sheep. They're asking for my help..."

"The branch sect has replied. The wandering cultivator is called Zhou Fan, and it seems he has just arrived in Liangzhou. Here is his portrait, please take a look."

"According to your order, the elites of the branch sect have been ordered to go there. This time, Zhou Fan will be beheaded."

"Elder! The deacon just reported that the third wave of elites heading out to encircle and suppress the enemy have all arrived!"

"You're going to lead the troops yourself? Elder Jinyu, please think twice."

"No, no, I absolutely don't mean that. Zhou Fan is certainly no match for you. It's just that the next sacrifice is coming up soon, and without you, no one will be responsible for communicating with those mortals."

"All the elders in the palace have signed the dossier. Except for Elder Jinyu and Elder Red Fox who were killed earlier, all we need now is your statement to activate the Wolf Eye Order and summon all our men."

"To go to such lengths just to surround and kill a lone cultivator? Master, we haven't used the Wolf Eye Order in seventy years!"

"Elder Night Owl, don't you understand what I mean? I issued this order not just for revenge, but more importantly, that Zhou Fan is a Han slave."

"If we ignore him, the mortals will eventually discover his existence. Then they will understand that Han slaves can roam freely in the land of the Hu people and are our equals."

"This must never happen."

"Master, we just received an urgent report from our scouts that they've discovered Zhou Fan's whereabouts!"

"Very good. Tell all your men to prepare to attack immediately - where is he?"

"..."

"Master...Zhou Fan..."

"He's right at the foot of our mountain."

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A breeze blew on my face, and the scene in front of me gradually became clear, turning into a lead-gray sky.

It was fog. Hundreds of wisps of gray mist intertwined beneath the dome, forming a vast web that enveloped the heavens and the earth, so dense that the mesh was almost invisible.

Looking down, every wisp of mist originated from a fluttering banner. A forest of banners dotted the mountainside, with monks armed with weapons standing beside them. The dense crowds of people almost covered the mountaintop.

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Tan Yong felt his soul trembling slightly. He could tell that this was some kind of formation used for killing.

The power of thousands of cultivators was gathered in a formation, and the murderous aura from all directions gathered at one point. Not to mention being in the formation, even he, a bystander watching the flowers through the fog, could feel the suffocating oppressive feeling.

Tan Yong tried his best to calm his trembling mind, and followed the gaze of the crowd. In the center of the killing formation, he saw a figure.

It was a man dressed in black, holding a spear. Due to the distance, his face could not be seen clearly. One could only see a red diffused area behind him. Tan Yong looked at him intently, and his soul, which had just stabilized, was shaken again.

Corpses, just corpses! Countless bodies piled up behind him, blood flowing for miles. It looked like he had fought his way up the mountain, following a trail of blood left by the corpses, into this net covering the mountains.

"kill!"

The strong wind blew up sand and rocks, and the sound of metal resounded through the sky. Thousands of monks in the mountains suddenly rose up at the same time, and thousands of auras surged in an instant. Under the cover of the formation above their heads, countless spiritual lights fell like a sudden rain, and all the lights flew towards the same figure with murderous intent.

The world froze.

A blaze of flame suddenly erupted from the ground, rushing into the rain-like enemy group like thunder. In the flash of fire, several figures in the formation were reduced to ashes, and the great formation covering the mountains was broken into a terrifying crack, as if a hole was pierced in the sky, and the whole scene was burning.

Amidst the thunder and howling wind, Tan Yong could hardly see anything. All he could see was the flashing of swords and sabers, and all he could hear were the sounds of killing and screams. The pouring rain of blood and broken limbs fell around him, but he ignored them and just stared at the figure.

Suppression, absolute suppression. Though he entered the battle alone, his power overwhelmed the thousands before him, slaughtering the entire crowd with a single blow. Witnessing this scene was like seeing a god of death descend upon the earth.

The rustling sound of the wind blew past my ears, and when the dust in the sky dispersed, the black shadow had already risen into the air. Countless figures surrounded him, blocking all directions from east to west, south to north, and center, making it like an iron barrel.

Tan Yong tried his best to open his eyes wide, his sight closely following the black figure in the middle of the crowd. The man in the air happened to lower his head at this moment, and in the gap between the crowds, his eyes met with that man's.

The next moment, his vision was covered in blood.

"what!!!!"

The guards rushed forward and pinned the screaming Tan Yong to the ground. He struggled frantically under their grasp, clutching his head and screaming heartbreakingly. Three or four burly men could barely hold him down.

"Commissioner Tan, calm down!"

"Call the medics! Give him a sedative! And call a few soul-repair specialists over!"

"Tan Yong! Can you hear me? Tan Yong!"

During the resonance period, the caster must open his entire soul. If he is not careful, he will be caught up in the emotions of the other person and become obsessed. Therefore, he will be fully prepared at the beginning of each work.

Soon a sedative was injected into Tan Yong's body to calm his spasms. A specialist who also practiced the art of the soul squatted in front of him and slowly poured gentle spiritual power into his body.

As he poured the fluid in, Tan Yong's struggles gradually subsided, but he still held his head tightly, his entire body curled up into a ball, as if the fear had taken root in his body along with his memory and could not be dispelled.

"Mr. Tan, what did you see?"

The interrogating commissioner frowned. He saw the battle-hardened agent trembling all over, his pupils brimming with fear, threatening to burst.

"Zhou Fan." He held his head, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Zhou Fan. It's Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan is here."

"What happened to Zhou Fan?" The specialists around him asked anxiously, but Tan Yong seemed not to hear what they said. He just trembled his lips and kept muttering to himself.

"Zhou Fan, it's Zhou Fan. It's Zhou Fan."

Tan Yong repeated the name, his unfocused eyes trembling, his blurred gaze passing through the crowd, through the dusty architectural ruins around them, and fell on the huge archaeological pit behind them.

Beneath the loess, there are mountains of bones.

(End of this chapter)