Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 10 Going Down the Mountain or Not Going Down the Mountain

The man in black carried a sack and slid across the alleyways and rooftops.

Pei Xia crawled on her hands and feet to chase after him.

Strictly speaking, Pei Xia has never had any real martial arts cultivation. The highest level of cultivation he has ever achieved is the current fourth realm of Su Shi.

At this level, Master Su does not possess supernatural powers; he only has some skills in manipulating and playing with spiritual energy from a distance.

Fortunately, although his physical body has been washed away, his current physique is even better than before.

This is also why he was able to stay strong even after traveling through Weishan under the stars for half a month with almost no sleep.

Although he did not cultivate, he surpassed even the spirits of the dead.

Thanks to this, although he looked disheveled from crawling on his hands and feet, he actually didn't fall behind in the complex terrain of the outer city.

The man in black clearly had no intention of lingering near the people's homes. He climbed over the houses and slowly approached the artisan workshop in the south of the city.

There are many workshops and warehouses in this area, many of which are rarely visited.

Pei Xia followed him into a wooden cabin.

The man in black threw the sack on the ground and turned to look at Pei Xia, who had followed him in: "Wow, you've got some skills. I didn't even sense any trace of spiritual energy. Your foundation in the Transformation of the Netherworld Body Refinement is quite solid."

"Yes, I have unique body-refining techniques."

Pei Xia said this, but the man in black just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

He reached out and patted the sack: "If you get rid of this scourge and your family becomes successful in the future, don't forget the kindness of this old Taoist priest."

Pei Xia tapped her temple without making a sound.

Holding a candle, one of the Five Masters of Guiguzi.

No wonder Pei Xia, with her keen senses, failed to notice his approach at the academy, and the intense pressure he exerted when he suddenly appeared.

Not only is he at the Tongxuan level, but he's also more than just at the Kaifu level; this old man is very likely a martial artist at the Huayuan level.

Reaching the Transformation Realm is already considered top-tier in the martial arts world.

The reason why the Twelve Realms of Martial Arts can be considered the righteous path of cultivation is that each realm has a clear and distinct boundary.

From refining the body through transformation and tempering the spirit through invigorating the body, until the dantian is formed into a cauldron, the so-called spiritual power of a cultivator is merely a castle in the air.

Only by reaching the Refining Cauldron Realm like Luo Xiaojin can one retain the spiritual power gained from cultivation within their body.

As the spiritual energy nurtured through the refining process gradually becomes familiar to the body, based on the cultivator's physique, cultivation method, and even habits, each person's spiritual energy will begin to transform, exhibiting different characteristics.

Some are as swift as thunder, some as fiery as fire; this realm is what is known as "profound understanding."

However, even at the fifth realm, a martial artist's spiritual power is still like water without roots; it is merely drawn from the spiritual sea of ​​the Nine Provinces through cultivation and "stored" in the inner cauldron.

Only by taking another step forward, shattering the inner cauldron, reshaping the spiritual palace, and creating a self-generated source within the cultivator's body, can one be considered to have truly entered the inner sanctum.

This is the sixth realm of a martial artist, known as "opening a government office".

It is easy to attain profound understanding, but difficult to establish one's own power base. Those who can reach this level in martial arts are all prominent figures in the major sects of the martial arts world.

As for going further and wanting to touch the threshold of the Transformation Realm, talent, opportunity, and resources are all indispensable.

With the old Taoist priest's cultivation level, it is not an exaggeration to call him a grandmaster in the martial arts world.

You can tell me whether Pei Xia is afraid of him or not.

I'm still afraid of that.

He tapped his temples several times with his fingers before finally letting them go.

The level of "the calamity pig" is indeed above that of the old Taoist priest with the candle.

However, given Pei Xia's current strength, to truly contend with this old man, she would need to draw upon a considerable amount of power from the Calamity Pig.

The risk is too great. He looked at the hand holding the candle and pressing it on the sack, then kicked the woman in the sack as if he were doing the same, and said familiarly, "If you ask me, Lord Yang is too cautious. There's no need for you, Daoist, to take action against such a little girl."

The old Taoist priest with the candle in his hand smiled sinisterly: "You don't understand. This woman has someone protecting her. If your people from Beishi City make a move and are caught red-handed by the Insect and Bird Bureau or the Holy Palace, wouldn't all your efforts be in vain?"

That's why we need to hire outsiders to do it.

Pei Xia reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and handed it to Xianzhu: "Someone of your stature, coming all the way to Beishi City must be quite inconvenient, right?"

He took the cigarette from the candle holder, pulled off his face mask, revealing a gruesome face piled high with wrinkles.

He tucked the cigarette into a crease slightly below the wall, then extended his index finger and traced it across the nearby beam. Spiritual energy erupted, instantly igniting a cluster of flames on his fingertip.

He took a satisfying puff of smoke and exhaled, saying, "Don't worry, I did something to make things difficult for you. The Master Palace will just assume that all five of us from Ghost Valley have arrived in Beishi City. Given the nature of those bastards, they probably won't dare to mess with us."

The Master in White Robes is said to be one of the twelve Heavenly Consciousnesses, so in theory, dealing with the Five Masters of Ghost Valley should not be difficult.

Judging from the old man's calm and composed demeanor, it seemed that he was certain that the Holy Palace would not dare to make a move.

Pei Xia lit a cigarette while secretly glancing at the sack.

A direct confrontation is unlikely; otherwise, we should return the fifty taels to Ye Lu.
Pei Xia took a couple of puffs and asked, "Master Daoist, what are you planning to do with this woman?"

The old man had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he untied the knots on his black clothes.

What was exposed was his bare upper body, also covered by layers of folds and wrinkles.

His voice was shrill: "Since we're going to die anyway, let this old Taoist priest taste how pretty this little girl is... Oh, after I'm done, you can use her too."

Pei Xia turned her face away, her eye twitching slightly.

Reason told him that compared to the risk of the monstrous mess spiraling out of control, the life and chastity of a mere woman were utterly insignificant.

But his reason told him that he couldn't possibly be a coward.

Therefore, I don't like to get involved in worldly affairs. I stay in my secluded spot on Mount Wei, where I can avoid all this filth and grime.

He was deeply puzzled as to why this sum of fifty taels was so heavy.

A soft "click" sounded.

That was the sound of heels hitting the wooden board.

The old Taoist priest with the candle reacted faster than Pei Xia. He suddenly looked up and saw a woman in a long purple gauze dress looking down at him from on top of the pile of timber in the warehouse.

Without saying a word, Pei Xia quickly shrank to the side and carefully examined the situation.

This woman was very tall, but not bulky. She had a slender waist, full breasts, and amazing curves.

Especially her long, white, rounded, and plump legs, revealed beneath her purple gauze dress, gleamed like ivory, making Pei Xia unable to look away.

Tsk, we still have to go down the mountain. If we don't go down the mountain, where can we see such delicious legs!
With a flick of her sleeve, three iron nails, each a foot long and as thick as a thumb, fell from beneath the purple gauze.

A pair of delicate, willow-leaf eyes narrowed slightly as they swept over the layers of wrinkles on Xianzhu's clothes: "Old Daoist Xianzhu, did you inform my Palace of the Holy Lord before you entered Beishi City?"

He wiped his wrinkled face with the candle in his hand, and then fastened the buttons on his clothes that he had just undone one by one: "The Five Masters of Ghost Valley roam freely across the nine provinces. Why should I need to inform anyone where I go?"

The woman looked at him: "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

With a hoarse voice, Xianzhu said, "Han Youzhi, if I, the old Daoist, were to leave the Palace of the Holy Master, I would certainly be no match for you. You think you can just send a rabbit and expect me to get lost? Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

The white-robed Han Youzhi, the master of the palm, sneered, reached into her robes, and pulled out a carrot from somewhere, taking a vicious bite.

Then his lips moved as if he were saying something.

He held the candle but didn't hear it.

Pei Xia heard it.

She said, "Sui knows there's something wrong with the taste of these radishes I made..."

(End of this chapter)