Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 363 Smuggling
The act of a practitioner tightening their sleeves is itself a form of body language.

Ma Shilin sneered: "You're oblivious to your own limitations."

The practice of "refining the head" is a very simple thing. Generally speaking, whoever eats better has a higher cultivation level.

Therefore, cultivators from large sects are definitely stronger than those from small sects.

What kind of rogue cultivator is that? It's a joke.

Ma Shilin waved his hand, and one of the two riders behind him leaped out without saying a word, throwing a punch at Jiang Shu.

The punch was fierce. Jiang Shu tried to raise his hand to parry, and their arms collided, producing a metallic clang.

Top quality copper skin!

With this level of cultivation, is one only fit to be a servant in Jiangcheng Mountain?
Jiang Shu was surprised, and the other party was also taken aback.

For someone of Jiang Shu's age, it's already quite good that he can eat his fill, let alone have the means to cultivate through food, and even reach the superior level of the Copper Skin Realm. This is truly rare.

Since their skill levels were similar, this person dared not be careless. He spread his arms and attacked even more swiftly.

However, in Jiang Shu's eyes now, this person was nothing more than a body with no real strength, and his attacks were completely unorthodox.

Even with the rudimentary skills he had learned in his early days, he could easily break through his opponent's moves.

In the darkness, as the clanging of metal grew more frequent, Jiang Shu gradually shifted from defense to offense.

Although the Iron Mountain Fist technique is unremarkable, it is sufficient to deal with farmers.

With an unusually dull clang, he punched the other man in the chest. The sound of bones cracking mingled with the clanging of metal, and a small dent appeared in the man's chest beneath his clothes!

Exhaling, Jiang Shu stopped and stood still, gazing at the Jiangcheng Mountain cultivator he had just knocked away, a genuine sense of excitement rising within him.

Having trained with Pei Xia for so long, this was his first time sparring with someone, and he displayed his superior martial arts skills.

His arduous cultivation had not been in vain; he was now truly a very strong cultivator.

Meanwhile, Ma Shilin's expression grew increasingly gloomy as he watched his men being beaten out.

For a long time now, no outsider has dared to provoke Elder Jiangcheng Mountain in the land of Dongqin.

She straightened her back, holding the riding whip, as if she wanted to take to the field herself.

Pei Xia saw this and gently beckoned. Feng Yao stepped forward and blocked Jiang Shu's path.

The girls' wrists clashed, producing a sound even crisper than the clang of bronze.

Iron Bone Realm.

Another attendant rode forward and whispered to Ma Shilin, "Master, the situation is tough. Let's take a step back."

Jiang Shu is a top-grade copper-skinned cultivator, this woman is an iron-boned cultivator, and there's another unknown figure beside them. If they were to fight now, they would indeed be at a disadvantage.

Ma Shilin's face was gloomy. She pulled her horse's head and looked down at Pei Xia and the others: "Dare to leave your name?"

Just as Jiang Shu was about to reply, Pei Xia reached out and stopped him, looking up at Ma Shilin with neither servility nor arrogance: "I am Luo Xiaojin."

The name is quite elegant.

Ma Shilin nodded: "Okay, I've got it."

She glanced at Pei Xia and the others, snorted coldly, called to the injured servant, and rode away.

Jiang Shu glanced into the distance, then looked at Pei Xia: "Are we just going to let them go like that? Won't that cause trouble?"

Pei Xia waved her hand: "We can't keep them."

Although Ma Shilin didn't reveal her skills, she was probably at least at the Iron Bone Realm. If Pei Xia hadn't taken drugs, she definitely wouldn't have been able to hold her off for long.

Jiang Shu hesitated before speaking, "I'm worried that if we go to the shipping company, it'll be their territory, and they might hold a grudge..."

“It’s not that easy,” Pei Xia said, pointing to the huge shipyard stretching across the river in the distance. “Warlords use sects to manage their territories because they are small but highly capable. Even if Jiangcheng Mountain is a top sect, it doesn’t have many people. With such a large shipyard, how can they possibly have spies everywhere?”

Jiang Shu used to stay at Tianbao Mountain, which was Hong Zongbi's dog. He knew about the scale of the sect, just as Pei Xia said. "However, the ship captain checks at both ends, so the three of us should..." Jiang Shu glanced at the pretty and charming Feng Yao beside him, "...we should be quite conspicuous."

That is an issue.

Pei Xia thought for a moment: "Is there something to it, like smuggling?"

some.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Pei Xia and the others hurried a few steps and approached the ship's location. Sure enough, they found quite a few people sneaking around.

Every now and then you can hear a splash as something enters the water, and then you can see a dark figure making ripples on the surface of the water as it swims toward the Shipyard Bridge.

To be honest, it's about a mile from the ship's checkpoint, not far at all, and anyone who pays attention should be able to spot it.

But in the lamplight of the night, the figures dressed in Jiangcheng Mountain disciples' robes seemed completely unconcerned about the commotion in the water.

"It seems like tacit approval," Jiang Shu said in a low voice.

Pei Xia nodded: "Such a large shipping company needs commoners for its shops, businesses, servants, cattle and horses. By tacitly allowing some unregistered people to smuggle themselves over, they don't have to make any promises and can humiliate and exploit people at will. Although it's despicable, it's still a method."

Pei Xia and the others did not rush into the water, but observed for a while longer.

The shore is about a mile from the boat company, and swimming there would take even longer; many people simply don't have the stamina for that in the darkness.

I often stare at a figure, watching it swim and swim, its movements becoming slower and slower, and then, perhaps because it is choking on water, it tries to struggle again.

Usually, without calling for help, the brief opportunity to surface is mostly used for desperate breathing, and finally the person slowly sinks upright into the black water.

At least a few managed to swim to the boatman's side, but that wasn't the end of it.

They had to rely on their exhausted bodies to climb up the sturdy bridge foundations, going up four or five zhang (approximately 10-15 meters) before they could reach the ship's office wall.

If they are unlucky and there is no way to climb over, they will have to take even greater risks and move along the wall.

“That,” Pei Xia pointed to a figure in the corner of the ship's office, “that one looks like it’s slipped inside.”

The shadow seemed to have found a narrow opening and slipped inside.

He and Jiang Shu exchanged a glance: "Let's go!"

If there's a spot, things will be easy. With their stamina, swimming there will be a piece of cake.

Jiang Shu arrived first. Instead of rushing inside, he climbed onto the bridge frame and waited silently for Pei Xia and Feng Yao.

Feng Yao arrived quickly; with her Iron Bone Realm physique, she climbed up in no time.

But when it came to Pei Xia, a problem arose.

A short old man squeezed in with him on the narrow archway of the bridge.

At first, Pei Xia thought it was some refugee, but when he turned his head, he saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him in the darkness.

He subconsciously stuck out his butt and nudged the other person.

Unexpectedly, despite being young and old, the other party was quite stubborn, and I couldn't budge them no matter how hard I tried.

Instead, the other person bent over and squeezed towards him.

As she squeezed, something cold and hard pressed against Pei Xia's buttocks.

In the pitch-black night, with the river flowing like ink, an old man and a young boy stared at each other, their backsides sticking out, in the narrow archway of the bridge.

Pei Xia lowered her voice: "I'll go first, my friend is waiting for me upstairs."

After saying that, he mustered his strength and shoved his buttocks into the old man's backside.

The old man swayed, and a pair of large eyes stared straight at him in the darkness: "You hit an old man, you, uh..."

He must have carefully chosen his words before clearly and distinctly pronouncing, "Beast."

(End of this chapter)