Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 390 The Slanted Sword

"Don't worry."

The old man, unusually composed as an elder, comforted Pei Xia, saying, "Everything is predestined. Now that I've arrived in Qinzhou, I must resolve this calamity."

Pei Xia gripped Zhou Tian's wrist, confirming his cultivation level at the Refining Cauldron Realm. Looking at his half-grown stature, she said helplessly, "How do we solve this? Jump up and knock on the Dragon Cauldron's leg?"

"Hey, you've got a quick temper, haven't you!"

"Senior, I'm not turning my back on you, I'm just respecting objective laws."

Pei Xia honestly expressed her concerns: "You said the time is not right yet. What, once the time comes, you will automatically transform into a Void Returning Realm cultivator?"

Zhou Tian withdrew his hand, his bulbous nose tilted back, revealing two large nostrils: "The Returning Void Realm is nothing! With my sword drawn, I am invincible. When I strike, I will surely sever. Below the twelfth realm of martial arts, all are ants!"

It's not that I can't believe it, but given your current situation, it's hard to be convincing.

"Then, how do we determine when the time is right?"

"Look at my sword."

Zhou Tian pointed to the black-sheathed sword on the table: "You've been tainted by the aura of the Dead Sea Abyss, so you're not very clean, hence the slight clanging sound. But on Jiangcheng Mountain that day, the filth was heavier and the things were dirtier, so it clanged much louder, therefore..."

Pei Xia understood somewhat and continued, "So, it has to be dirty enough on the other side before it can be the legendary slanted sword?"

Zhou Tian slung the sword back over his shoulder and smiled, "You have good comprehension."

Judging from Zhou Tian's words, this seemingly most precious window of opportunity before the Dragon Cauldron is repaired is actually meaningless.

He would have to wait until Qu Ying fully repaired the Dragon Cauldron before he could decide the fate of the world with a single sword strike.

Pei Xia could accept that the Worldly Sect was somewhat outrageous.

That talk of a celestial palace isn't quite normal.

"But yours seems to have a bug."

Who is the myna bird?

“No, what I mean is,” Pei Xia organized her thoughts, “what if someone discovers your identity beforehand and kills you before you transform into your complete form?”

Zhou Tian smiled: "You can give it a try."

Try?

Just give it a try!
Pei Xia is a Transcendent Realm cultivator. Because he lacks a Spiritual Mansion, there is no spiritual power within his inner cauldron. However, his physique is incredibly strong, comparable to that of a Refining Head cultivator, which is already powerful enough for his current cultivation level.

Just in case, Pei Xia didn't use a sharp weapon, but instead picked up a chopstick from the table.

"Here I come!"

After Pei Xia finished speaking, she flicked her wrist, and the chopsticks turned into a blur, heading straight for Zhou Tian's forehead.

But his eyes were also fixed on Zhou Tian, ​​so that he could intervene in case the old man couldn't dodge in time.

As a result, Zhou Tianzhen didn't make a move.

Just as the chopsticks were about to pierce Zhou Tian's head, Pei Xia swiftly reached out and, with lightning speed, caught the chopsticks back.

"Tsk, senior, are you kidding me?" Pei Xia said with some dissatisfaction. He felt that Zhou Tian was certain that he wouldn't kill anyone.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Tian didn't appreciate the gesture and instead laughed, "See, you didn't manage to kill me, did you?"

"I stopped myself."

“I didn’t ask you to accept it,” Zhou Tian shrugged. “If you’re not satisfied, you can try again.”

Pei Xia frowned; he seemed to vaguely understand what Zhou Tian meant.

This time, he threw the chopsticks at Zhou Tian's forehead again and decided not to help him no matter what.

Just as the chopsticks were about to pierce Zhou Tian's head.

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The chopsticks broke.

With a snap, the force dissipated, and it lightly touched the old man's head before slumping onto the table.

Pei Xia stared at the chopsticks for a while, then said somewhat uncertainly, "It's just an ordinary thing, and it's crudely made. I exerted force twice, and the chopsticks couldn't withstand it, so it broke. It was just a coincidence."

Zhou Tian nodded: "Then you can kill me with one punch."

Pei Xia didn't say much this time. She stood up silently, clenched her right fist, and swung it across the table with all her might, aiming for Zhou Tian's temple.

But just as he made his move, he suddenly felt something under his feet. The wooden planks on the second floor seemed to be in disrepair. Pei Xia tensed up and, with a little effort, they snapped!
As soon as he stepped into the cave, his punch grazed Zhou Tian's face and missed.

Pei Xia stared at the hole beneath his feet, the landlady downstairs cursing loudly in his ears, and he remained silent.

Zhou Tian casually jumped off the stool. "I have a sword in my destiny," the old man turned around, a smile in his eyes, "and I will not die unless this sword is drawn."

……

Before noon, Pei Xia returned to Jiangcheng Mountain.

I considered bringing Elder Zhou up the mountain as well, but considering the boat company is still closed, I decided against it.

Anyway, the old man's words implied that "it's up to fate, not man," so it seemed like we didn't need to worry about him.

It's hard to explain, but even with this top-tier insurance of the obliquely slanted sword, Pei Xia still felt inexplicably uneasy, as if this matter wouldn't end so simply.

But right now, there's nothing more he can do.

Chen Qianye indeed ordered a hundred strong men for him. Pei Xia led the men, along with Feng Yao and the grain seeds they had bought, and returned to Jiangcheng Mountain.

The mountain is now in ruins and needs to be rebuilt. When Pei Xia returned, Jiang Shu was with Ma Shilin, sorting through the broken walls and rubble to collect supplies.

According to Pei Xia's previous thinking, many exquisitely crafted luxury goods are meaningless.

Tables, lampstands, wine vessels, and flags are everywhere on Jiangcheng Mountain, but they are not very useful and are scattered about.

First, salvage intact clothes, bedding, and fabrics; then, candles, lamp oil, flint, and complete bricks and tiles. Pei Xia especially reminded us to be careful to collect things like door hinges, locks, and nails, as these small items may seem insignificant, but they are very difficult to obtain in Qinzhou.

That's basically all I did in the afternoon.

Fortunately, these people are physically strong and can handle this kind of physical labor with ease.

By evening, the sect square in front of Wangjiang Tower was already filled with usable supplies, sorted and piled up.

Clothes and fabric were draped under a simple shed, slightly raised to prevent rain, and a considerable number of bricks and tiles were neatly stacked.

Unfortunately, Jiangcheng Mountain has always relied on Li Xu for financial support, so there aren't many tools on the mountain; there are only a few axes, pickaxes, saws, and shovels.

As night fell, the hundred soldiers carried the food and drink down the mountain as promised, and the once noisy forest quieted down again.

Pei Xia didn't cause any more trouble and returned to her palace with Jiang Shu, Feng Yao, and Ma Shilin.

Su Yan is completely mentally impaired. After Ma Shilin offered to put a chain on her and keep her in the house, she basically doesn't need any care now, except for occasionally feeding her a couple of bites.

Pei Xia finds it troublesome. It's just that she didn't run into Li Qing today, otherwise she would have definitely passed the buck back to her.

Dinner was as plentiful as ever.

Feng Yao didn't need to eat, and apart from Jiang Shu, Ma Shilin, who was suppressed by the snake breeder, could also be served at the table.

However, she was still very careful while eating, and she didn't dare to interrupt when Pei Xia and his apprentice were talking.

While eating, Pei Xia instructed, "Starting tomorrow, re-lay the bodies that were buried before, then cover them with soil and try planting some crops."

Jiang Shu nodded: "Okay."

We won't use the Glazed Immortal Elixir for the first batch. Let's see how fertilizing those corpses are. Anyway, there's no shortage of food on the mountain for the time being.

Jiang Shu asked, "What about the materials we sorted out today?"

"Keep it for rebuilding the houses. I'll give you a sketch later. We'll build row houses, small rooms with kang beds, the simple kind," Pei Xia said.

Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, then pointed to himself: "I built it all by myself?"

"Do you know?"

"Uh...not really."

"right."

Pei Xia laughed and said, "The house isn't going to be built for us to live in, so it should be built by whoever lives there."

Jiang Shu blinked: "You mean, we're starting to recruit people right now? Didn't they say the ship captains aren't allowed to leave?"

"Yes."

Pei Xia also sighed. It would be best if they could recruit some people from the ship company to go up the mountain, since they were people living in a relatively "civilized" environment.

But since that's not an option right now, he had to settle for second best: "There's no other way. We can't keep relying on Chen Qianye to provide manpower. We need our own manpower."

After saying that, he looked at Ma Shilin and asked, "How much of the ingredients that the ice storage facility plans to sell are still available?"

Pei Xia was asking about those items that were inconvenient to preserve.

Ma Shilin quickly replied, "Quite a lot. Today, Li Qing's men carried away less than 10% of it."

Pei Xia nodded: "Tomorrow we'll push a cart down the mountain and get two more pots to distribute meals to the refugees."

(End of this chapter)