Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 11 I Enter Martial Arts
The usually deserted warehouse of Beishi Craftsmanship Workshop suddenly erupted with an astonishing tremor.

The workers who were working a little further away saw a black ball fly into the sky, followed by several swift black shadows chasing after it.

In mid-air, spiritual energy collided with spiritual energy, producing a thunderous explosion, with black and purple each bursting forth with layers of spiritual light.

The short, dark figure retreated again and again, while one after another, the iron nails gleaming with purple light attacked upwards relentlessly!

Pei Xia cautiously peeked through the large hole in the warehouse roof at the two masters battling it out.

Amidst the bursts of spiritual energy that seemed to explode like fireworks, he slowly made his way to the edge of the burlap sack.

The knot wasn't tied tightly, and as Pei Xia untied it, she hurriedly said, "Miss, miss, wake up quickly! If you don't get out now, when will you?"

Hearing no movement, he guessed that the other person was still asleep, so he reached in and patted the ceiling twice.

It feels smooth, soft, and elastic to the touch.

Wait, this doesn't look like a face.

He grabbed it suspiciously, and the soft, greasy fat instantly filled his entire palm before quickly bouncing back, leaving behind a lingering, memorable sensation.

Violent struggles and desperate whimpers of resistance could be heard coming from inside the bag.

Why are you pretending to be a person upside down?!

He quickly opened the bag and saw Miss Ye lying face down, her eyes bloodshot and filled with shame and indignation at the prospect of dying together with her.

Considering the other person's current mood, Pei Xia's hand lingered on the gag for a moment, but she still didn't remove it.

The main concern was that her shouting and yelling might attract the attention of Xianzhu or Han Youzhi.

Pei Xia raised a finger to signal her to be quiet: "I was sent by Ye Lu to help you. It was a misunderstanding at the academy. I pretended to be an accomplice and followed Xianzhu here to take advantage of the chaos and save you, understand?"

If something can be explained clearly in a few words, don't create a misunderstanding.

Pei Xia watched as Miss Ye took a deep breath and nodded before he removed the cloth ball from the girl's mouth.

Miss Ye did not shout.

She just stared coldly at Pei Xia: "Then what did you mean by touching my butt?"

"...I thought it was a face."

"You still want to touch my face?"

"No, I thought you weren't awake."

"You dare touch me while I'm still asleep? You lecherous scoundrel!"

Pei Xia refused to accept this. He stood up and looked at Miss Ye's flushed face: "Then I'll leave?"

"return!"

The two looked at each other across the distance. Miss Ye took a deep breath and then stuck her butt out a little.

You really are quite adaptable!
Pei Xia couldn't help but laugh out loud and gave her a hard slap on her round buttocks.

It is snow-white, plump, firm, and elastic.

Faced with such a sincere apology, Pei Xia didn't know what else to say and quickly untied her ropes.

Miss Ye got up from the ground, first shaking her head which was about to bleed, and then quickly straightened her clothes.

At the same time, he whispered to Pei Xia, "The warehouse is in a remote area, and it will take a long time to get to a safe place. How long do you think those two will keep fighting?"

Pei Xia looked at her with some surprise.

She had been stuffed in a bag before, and the first thing she did after emerging was to observe her surroundings. She was certain that it was a warehouse, and then realized that she should be in the crafts district of the outer city, far from the bustling city center. She then realized that it would take more time to escape.

In truth, these are all logical deductions, not particularly clever.

But having just been kidnapped, in such a critical moment, an ordinary person would probably be completely at a loss.

This young lady, Ye, is indeed calm and composed, and her words are well-intentioned.

Pei Xia looked up at the sky, where the aftershocks of the collision of spiritual energy were still spreading.

But with his perception, he could already tell that one of them was much weaker than at the beginning.

"I'm afraid we don't have much time left," Pei Xia said.

This confrontation is not a simple addition and subtraction game; it only ends when one side is reduced to zero.

This is Beishi City. If the old Taoist priest with the candle in his hand realizes that he is no match for the enemy, he will certainly not hold out until he is exhausted. He must save enough strength to escape.

The same applies to Han Youzhi. If she feels she can't win, she can call for help, and the battle will end quickly as well.

In other words, when a clear imbalance of power emerges in the confrontation, it means that the conflict is nearing its end.

Miss Ye kicked the locked warehouse door twice, then turned to look at Pei Xia: "How much time is 'not much time'?" Pei Xia shook his head; he wasn't a god.

The girl frowned and slowly shook her head: "Then let's not run away. It will only attract pursuit and could easily hurt innocent people."

Pei Xia looked at her with renewed respect: "If you don't run, are you just waiting to die?"

Miss Ye patted her patched scholar's robe and then began to tidy her appearance and long hair.

She calmly said, "When negotiating with the winner, Yang Xu might not be able to offer as much as I can."

Judging from the patches on her clothes, this statement is hardly convincing.

However, she seemed far too confident.

Pei Xia casually asked, "Who exactly is this Yang Xu? Hiring the Five Masters of Ghost Valley to kill people in Beishi City, that's quite a feat."

Mentioning this Lord Yang, Miss Ye's bright, clear eyes finally dimmed a little.

She sighed: "He should be considered my brother-in-law."

"what?"

Pei Xia thought for a moment: "What was his motive for killing his own sister-in-law?"

Miss Ye simply shook her head: "Asking too much isn't a good thing for you."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a deafening clang of metal clashing erupted from the sky.

Then, a shoe fell from the sky, easily smashing through the warehouse roof with a dull thud and embedding itself in the ground.

The outcome has been decided.

Han Youzhi, who had lost a shoe, landed barefoot in the warehouse.

Several bruises appeared on her long, snow-white legs, which were partially hidden by the purple gauze.

However, in the end, it was she who returned, not the one carrying the candle.

That makes sense. Xianzhu himself knew that it would be difficult to win this fight.

Those white-robed celestial beings from the Holy Palace are one thing.

If this were to alert any military strategist in Beishi City, they would truly face certain death.

Han Youzhi's gaze swept over Pei Xia. Because her cultivation technique hadn't subsided, her willow-leaf eyes shone with a brilliant purple light, giving her a somewhat cold look.

She remembered that this person had been carrying the candle earlier.

"Hmph, you scoundrel."

With a slight flutter of her long sleeves, she reached out with her delicate hand, her slender fingers spinning in the air, and a sudden "whooshing" hum filled the air.

Oh no, it's her magical artifact, the long nail!

"It's a misunderstanding!" Pei Xia only had time to shout.

Then, to Miss Ye's surprise, a long, black nail pierced his body!
Pei Xia is a master of the Su Shi (素師), and his cultivation at the fourth level allows him to manipulate spiritual power remotely.

When he was dealing with Zhang Guohan outside Beishi City, he relied on Huozhi's super strong calculation ability and his own exquisite control of spiritual power to instantly defeat the opponent's magic.

However, Han was naive. Her moves were graceful and agile, seemingly possessing some of the charm of Master Su's spellcasting, but in reality, they were authentic martial arts techniques.

All Pei Xia could do was try to deflect the spike slightly before it pierced her chest.

The fierce spiritual power finally tore open the skin and flesh on Pei Xia's left chest, which he narrowly avoided.

Han Youzhi narrowed her eyes slightly: "There's something there."

With a hum, two more long nails rose up behind her.

"What's meant to happen can't be avoided," Pei Xia sighed miserably. "I knew this leg wasn't something I saw for nothing."

To deal with the Candle-Eating Beast, Pei Xia will inevitably have to make great use of the power of the Calamity Pig.

Han Yuzhi, who is even more naive than the one holding the candle, will only exacerbate the risks.

However, the subtle point is that after a fierce battle that even knocked off shoes.

Han Youzhi's vital energy was noticeably weaker.

If we don't use the calamity pig, perhaps we could give it a try...

Pei Xia wiped his face, reached into his pocket, picked up a bent cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

Let me give it a try, right here and now, I'll also enter the world of martial arts.

(End of this chapter)