Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 385 Not a Single One Left
In the heart of Eastern Qin, in the capital of Li Xu, lies Guancang City.

The three-courtyard compound next to the Marquis's mansion has been quiet for a long time. The courtyard is deep and secluded, and only occasionally can you see a few servants from the Marquis's mansion coming to clean and tidy it up.

In the innermost quiet room, Qu Ying slowly opened her eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting shadows on the dust motes. He instinctively reached out and brushed them aside, but the movement of his shoulder stirred up even more dust.

He had been sitting here for so long that his long black-purple robe was covered in dust.

He could only hold his breath, stand up and forcefully pat the door a few times, then push it open as if fleeing.

The Qu Ying that Pei Xia saw was already very fair-skinned, but his skin was even more sickly white, with a refracted quality, like jade.

He had been sitting in meditation for years, and even his cheeks had become somewhat sunken and thin.

But those eyes were still very bright.

Qu Ying pushed open the door and saw a servant sweeping the floor at the entrance.

The man was startled and stared at him blankly for a while before he reacted. He hurriedly bowed and asked cautiously whether he should inform the Eastern Marquis.

Qu Ying waved his hand at him: "No need to trouble yourself. I'll be leaving in a bit. Huang Sheng will handle all the matters with him."

That's what they say, but servants work in the Marquis's mansion, so once they retire, they'll definitely have to report to Li Xu first.

Standing in the courtyard, Qu Ying brushed off the accumulated dust from her clothes and called out, "Sheng'er."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow behind him suddenly began to wriggle.

An elderly man with a short beard, also dressed in black and purple, emerged from Qu Ying's shadow.

The old man had a long face, a short, gray beard, and his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots.

He bent down, carefully looked up at Qu Ying, and bowed, saying, "Master."

Qu Ying nodded. After patting his clothes, he started tidying his hair and said casually, "Li Qingbing has entered Jiangcheng Mountain and opened the gates of Eastern Qin. Li Xu must be anxious. You must guide him well. After all, we alone are not enough to repair the Dragon Cauldron."

Huang Sheng slowly lowered his waist, pondered for a moment, and then hesitated before saying, "Master, for a thousand years, we have always been in the shadows. Now, to repair the Dragon Cauldron in such a grand manner, isn't it a bit... ostentatious?"

Qu Ying turned around and glanced at him: "What are you worried about?"

Huang Sheng raised his eyelids and said softly, "After all, the Dragon Cauldron has been broken once."

It can break once.

Then it can be broken a second time.

Qu Ying looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Worrying is useless, just do your own thing."

Huang Sheng's face tightened, and he dared not ask any more questions.

What does it mean to have useless concerns?

Since it's useless anyway, can I just stop worrying?
Qu Ying understood his thoughts, turned around, reached out and pressed his hand on Huang Sheng's head, rubbing his gray hair as if he were gently stroking a child's head: "The slanted sword is not invincible. Zhou Tian's arrival was within my expectations. Don't worry, I had already prepared a response."

These words finally put Huang Sheng at ease.

Master's strength is profound, and his plans are flawless.

Upon seeing Huang Shengxin, Qu Ying patted his head and smiled.

There's a saying among the sects of Kyushu that they live in seclusion, and not many people know about the existence of the Slanted Sword.

Among them, those who truly understand the oblique-shaped sword are extremely rare.

Qu Ying had no intention of explaining to Huang Sheng. He simply continued to instruct, "When the Dragon Cauldron is completed, Zhou Tian will surely arrive. At that time, I will deal with him. Before I return, you must guard the Dragon Cauldron well."

Huang Sheng lowered his head deeply: "Yes."

……

Jiangcheng Mountain experienced its busiest day since the collapse of Qinzhou.

Early in the morning, Pei Xia woke up on the large bed in Su Yan's palace.

The moment he opened his eyes, he hoped that the scene before him would turn into a rough cave or a forest, thus proving that everything that had happened yesterday was a dream.

Unfortunately, the room was filled with ornate carvings and painted rafters, and Feng Yao, who had been on guard all night, as well as Ma Shilin and Su Yan, were standing not far from the bed.

Pei Xia rubbed her head and got out of bed. She glanced at the person next to her, Jiang Shu, who had slept with her the night before. Jiang Shu had been in the jar for a long time, and the muscles and bones in his hands and feet were very tense. He had also managed to get some rest last night.

Pei Xia tried to lighten the mood: "How was it? Have you never slept on such a soft bed before?"

Jiang Shu twisted his neck from side to side with a strange expression: "This soft bed isn't comfortable either. I feel even more sore after sleeping on it."

"You're like a wild boar, you can't eat fine chaff."

"Did you sleep comfortably?"

Pei Xia shook her head and replied, "It's not as comfortable as Feng Yao's thighs."

The master and apprentice boasted for a while, which finally eased their anxiety.

Jiangcheng Mountain now belongs to Pei Xia.

This is a nice way of saying it.

To put it bluntly: he was imprisoned.

This is not the destination. Putting everything else aside, Pear is still in Dongzhou. Since I am not dead, I have to go back to find her.

At the very least, there should be an environment with sufficient spiritual energy so that Pei Xia can let Lao Han know that she is safe through Yu Qiong.

Being trapped in Jiangcheng Mountain, when will this ever end?

Jiang Shu climbed off the bed, stretched his limbs, and asked with a hint of helplessness, "What do we do now?"

What else could he do? Li Qing had two boat captains, and she was currently at the foot of the mountain. With her cultivation level of killing ten thousand people, he couldn't defeat her in a fight, nor could he escape her.

"Let's take it one step at a time," Pei Xia sighed.

After getting up, he found some clean water in Su Yan's palace to wash up. He instructed Feng Yao to keep a close watch on Ma Shilin and Su Yan, while he left the palace behind the mountain with Jiang Shu.

If they really want to take over, they should at least figure out the current situation on the mountain.

First and foremost is Wangjiang Tower, where the core battleground should have been during yesterday's siege of the mountain.

Pei Xia led Jiang Shu out on foot along the rocky path.

Not far away, one could faintly smell the stench of blood.

In the woods beside the road, you can often see haphazardly laid-out corpses.

Judging from the situation, some were driven to the mountaintop, likely killed by Li Qing's troops during their encirclement, while others tried to escape but failed to break through.

The closer you get to Wangjiang Tower, the denser the piles of corpses become.

When they arrived at the bustling wedding banquet square yesterday, blood was everywhere, staining the bricks and stones red.

Pei Xia glanced at the group and noticed that, apart from the planned leaders of Dongqin, she also took many independent cultivators and disciples from Jiangcheng Mountain who had come to pay their respects.

Even the singers and dancers lay in pools of blood, their eyes wide open.

Li Qing certainly has the background of a warlord, unlike Pei Xia, who would meticulously distinguish the differences between one, two, three, and four.

If someone is wrongly killed, then they are wrongly killed.

Upon entering the Wangjiang Tower, the stench became even stronger.

Yesterday, the water flowing beneath the water platform was gurgling, but now it is blocked by severed limbs and debris, and the lush green trees have been snapped in half.

A railing, seemingly broken off by human hands, was stuck in the tree trunk, with a human figure strung along it.

Pei Xia squinted and saw that it was none other than the Gluttonous Traveler, the top-grade Vajra Realm expert who had been so glorious yesterday.

I didn't see any General Sun; he was probably dragged away by Minister Li to demonstrate against him.

Pei Xia chose a relatively clean step to sit down: "I was thinking yesterday, I said Li Qing asked me to manage Jiangcheng Mountain, but he didn't say anything about sending me any manpower or anything. What if I can't control the rest of the people?"

He glanced at Jiang Shu behind him, and said to his disciple with a wry smile, "I was overthinking it. She didn't leave me any."

The mountains of Jiangcheng were now deserted except for the low chirping of insects and birds. The entire sect, except for Ma Shilin and Su Yan, had been wiped out by Li Qing.

(End of this chapter)