Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 374 You've come here... right?
When Ma Shilin was on the high platform before, he must have caught a glimpse of Feng Yao from afar.

They were far apart before, but now they are face to face.

Feng Yao wouldn't hesitate; her mind wouldn't allow her to perform such a complex operation.

Feng Yao could only silently ponder whether to hit her or turn and run if she were recognized.

Fortunately, Ma Shilin didn't make things difficult for her.

After hearing the announcement, the female elder from Jiangcheng Mountain came out of Wangjiang Tower, glanced at Feng Yao with a calculating look in her eyes, and showed no sign of surprise.

Didn't recognize it.

“Miss Feng,” Ma Shilin nodded, “I already know about the matter. It is truly rare for someone so young to have such cultivation. It is indeed a great gift that you are willing to join my Jiangcheng Mountain.”

She paused for a moment, then added, "However, you can't see into someone's heart. You know how Qinzhou is. If I just let you in like this, and something happens that disrupts the Mountain Lord's joyous occasion, I can't bear the responsibility."

Oh no, she won't let me in. Should I fight her or run away?

Feng Yao was thinking.

Ma Shilin looked at her with some surprise: This woman, despite her young age, was quite composed, and had remained expressionless ever since she saw her.

She cleared her throat: "The mountain lord entrusted me with the wedding banquet arrangements because I was afraid something might go wrong. So, if Miss Feng can accept a small, insignificant condition, I can take you straight to the Third Platform right now."

Feng Yao blinked: "What is it?"

Ma Shilin reached into his robes and pulled out a dark-colored pill: "This is a Heart-Cursing Pill. Once inside the body, it will be deeply embedded in the heart and lungs. If there is an antidote, it can guarantee a month of health; otherwise, one will die from exhaustion."

Feng Yao suddenly realized: "Oh, so by taking this pill, as long as I don't want to die, I can only serve Jiang Chengshan, and naturally I don't need to consider whether I am loyal or not."

Ma Shilin grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth: "What you say is true, young lady."

Jiang Chengshan, at least the higher-ups, are well aware of what their sect is really like.

If this were still the old regime, they would definitely be a cult that everyone would want to kill.

For a sect like this to unite people's hearts, it's impossible without resorting to unorthodox methods.

The Curse Heart Pill is a crucial component of this system. Apart from a few trusted confidants, key positions and experts at all levels within the sect are all hampered by this item.

However, on the other hand, cursing someone to death is still just death. If someone is truly tough, this thing can't handle them.

To put it bluntly, it's just a safety net, only effective for those who are afraid of dying.

“If Miss Feng is afraid, I, Jiang Chengshan, will not force her…” Ma Shilin said with a smile.

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yao grabbed the pill and popped it into his mouth like a candy.

He even pretended to crunch it a couple of times.

Ma Shilin was stunned.

Holy crap? Is your desire to enter my heart so genuine and urgent?
After finishing her meal, Feng Yao still looked at her expressionlessly: "Can we go upstairs now?"

Ma Shilin was filled with awe.

He stepped aside, raising his hand in a gesture of invitation: "Miss Feng... no, Elder Feng, please!"

……

Pei Xia took off her black robe and hood.

This outfit would be fine if it blended in with the group of martial arts practitioners, but it would be too conspicuous if it were to be found near Jiangcheng Mountain.

After leaving the second platform, he found a secluded spot by the roadside to hide and waited for an opportunity to knock out a Jiangcheng Mountain disciple who was about the same size as him.

He took off his clothes and changed into them before walking out of the alley. He looked around and pretended nothing was wrong as he walked toward Wangjiang Tower.

He certainly didn't think that changing into a disciple's robe would allow him to freely enter and leave Wangjiang Tower.

However, since the target is a jar, it will definitely be very conspicuous.

Pei Xia's plan was to linger near Wangjiang Tower for a while. If she was lucky, she could encounter the people carrying Jiang Shu, then ambush them, snatch him, and run away – that would be ideal. However, as soon as she approached Wangjiang Tower, she saw several wary Iron-Boned cultivators.

This was all arranged by Su Yan.

With such tight security, could it be that Jiang Shu has already been carried inside?

Pei Xia looked up at the towering Wangjiang Tower. She couldn't tell at a glance where the resting rooms were... Maybe after the wedding, she could have Feng Yao investigate inside, and then she could coordinate with him from the inside.
As Pei Xia pondered this, she carefully avoided the watchful eyes of the guards, searching for a position that was both concealed and easy to break into.

After searching for a while, he tiptoed into a small grove of trees.

As soon as I went in, I smelled a foul odor.

I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a big white butt.

A man with neat short black hair was squatting in the grove, a piece of paper dangling from his mouth. He turned his head in surprise, his gaze meeting Pei Xia's.

The two remained silent for a very brief moment.

Then, Pei Xia nimbly turned around, grabbed the branch with her hand, and her supple body soared into the air, landing steadily on the branch. At the same time, a folding fan appeared in her hand, clearly ready to fight.

The other side was equally formidable.

The dark-haired man tucked the paper he was holding in his mouth into his firm buttocks, and with the agility of a cheetah, he leaped out. In mid-air, he first pulled up his pants, then lunged forward and slid sideways into a grassy depression in the woods.

The movements were swift and decisive, and the positioning made in such a hurry was also excellent!

Pei Xia immediately realized that although it was a chance encounter, this guy was no ordinary person.

It wasn't a matter of his cultivation level, but rather that his reactions and on-the-spot choices during that brief period highlighted a kind of "combat instinct."

In fact, Chen Qianye was also surprised at this moment.

This person was wearing ordinary disciple clothes from Jiangcheng Mountain, but the movements he made just now, the coordination and cooperation of his limbs, were something that someone who was not good at martial arts could not do.

Let alone the lower-level disciples, even those so-called elders with cultivation would be much more clumsy in their movements!

Otherwise, why would he have hidden himself away without even cleaning up his mess?

But then again, what exactly did Jiang Chengshan mean by having such a skilled guy launch a surprise attack while he was taking a dump?
Could it be that Su Yan sensed their ill intentions?

That shouldn't be the case. Luo Xiaojin is in the open, while I am in the dark. As a military strategist, how could I possibly reveal any weakness?
As Chen Qianye was pondering this, a sudden whooshing sound came from behind him.

Two invisible energies, like venomous snakes, shot towards him through the thick grass!

Chen Qianye was even more shocked. He wasn't surprised by how powerful the method was, but rather by the fact that it was clearly a martial arts technique.

Not a head-refining process?

Are there any martial artists in Jiangcheng Mountain?
Chen Qianye turned around to avoid the force of the attack before peeking out to take a closer look at the man.

As a top-tier military strategist, his strength far surpasses that of ordinary people.

But this is Wangjiang Tower, and Li Xu, the commander of the Liangjiang River Shipping Company, is sitting inside. If his military forces become too powerful, it will inevitably attract the attention of the enemy.

If Jiang Chengshan finds out that Chen Qianye is lurking in the congratulatory gift procession, things will get complicated.

What he was thinking now was that since the other party was a martial artist, he might not be a member of the Jiangcheng Mountain Sect, and this matter might be worth discussing.

But when he peeked out, he saw that Pei Xia was no longer in the tree where she had been perched.

Chen Qianye frowned, his instincts honed by years of battles now blazing a warning.

He suddenly twisted his neck.

In a flash of light, the tip of the Sea Patrol Sword emerged from the void, grazed his neck, and embedded itself in the tree!

In the distance, Pei Xia was also surprised.

Such top-tier combat intuition?!

(End of this chapter)