Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 4 Proving My Supernatural Power

The old man asked for water, and without lingering, he drove his donkey into the darkening night.

Pei Xia stared intently at the young girl on the donkey's back, who was bound tightly like cargo, until she disappeared from sight.

Turning to look at Luo Xiaojin by the fire, he asked, "What does Guo Han mean?"

“Literally, it means the person who delivers fresh fruit.” Luo Xiaojin poked at the fire, her eyes lowered.

Pei Xia found it ridiculous: "That's clearly a person."

"No, those are lychees..." Luo Xiaojin corrected him.

Qinzhou is famous for its lychees, at least in the past.

In the last twenty years, the various warlords in Qinzhou have fought tooth and nail, and the land has been scraped so hard that sparks fly.

That area was long gone, save for wild animals and provisions.

"Guo Han selected the freshest lychees and transported them back to Beijing for the powerful and wealthy to enjoy. This has become a new trend in the capital in recent years."

Luo Xiaojin was not unaware of what Pei Xia was thinking. She said softly, "It's not necessarily a bad thing. Once the lychees are in the city, they might be sold to a brothel to learn a skill and get a lowly status. At least they can be considered half a person. It's better than... being stewed in a pot."

The girl pulled a roasted sweet potato from beside the fire, poked it with a stick, and rolled it next to Lu Li.

Lu Li remained silent, seemingly adhering to the principle that children shouldn't interrupt adults. She picked up the sweet potato and started eating it.

Pei Xia's tired face didn't show any intense emotions. He simply asked, "Isn't the imperial court going to do anything about it?"

"do not know."

Luo Xiaojin peeled another sweet potato for herself, saying as she peeled it, "It's the imperial court's business. Although our Zhangsheng Palace is highly regarded by His Majesty, we don't interfere in court affairs in principle. Besides, Qinzhou is far away and chaotic. None of these Guo Han people are kind-hearted if they can bring people out of that area, so..."

She tiptoed to pick up the last sweet potato and kicked it to Pei Xia: "Eat and go to sleep. Don't overthink it, my young master Pei."

Today is the last day of escorting Pei Xia to the capital. Once it's dawn and he's inside the city, I can finally put my burden off.

Luo Xiaojin shouldn't have caused trouble at a time like this.

After dinner, they took off the thin blankets from their horses, and except for Chen Guanhai, who was on night watch, the three of them began to prepare for rest.

At 9 PM, Lu Li crawled out of her blanket, closed her eyes, and wandered to a corner to urinate. After she finished, she crawled into Pei Xia's blanket.

At midnight, the camp was completely silent except for the occasional crackling sound of burning firewood.

At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Luo Xiaojin lifted her thin blanket.

She tightened her sleeves and leggings, retied her long hair, and then picked up her sword.

Chen Guanhai was not surprised, but looked at her questioningly.

The girl shook her head: "Keep an eye on Pei Xia, I'll be right back."

……

Zhang Guohan walked slowly, and after leaving the woods, he only covered forty li (about 20 kilometers).

Although he was a cultivator, he was not known for his physical strength. Besides, even if he could endure it, the donkey would need to rest.

By the moonlight, Zhang Guohan found a stream, took out two dry steamed buns, and prepared to rest for a while after eating them.

Before they had finished eating, a slender figure emerged from the other side of the road they had come from.

Clad in black with long hair, before he even reached us, a clear, melodious clang could be heard—the sound of a longsword being drawn from its sheath.

Luo Xiaojin either doesn't come at all, or since she's here, she's here to kill.

There's no need for words when it comes to killing.

The blade sliced ​​through the scabbard, casting a white streak in the moonlight, followed by a sudden burst of spiritual light.

"Refining the cauldron..."

Zhang Guohan's hair and beard concealed his surprised expression.

He naturally recognized the person as the girl in black he had seen in the evening.

She was very young, at most eighteen. When we saw that she had a sword, we guessed that she had cultivation, but we didn't expect that she had already achieved the goal of refining the cauldron at such a young age.

The twelve realms of martial arts begin with "hearing the wind," and one must undergo "transforming the spirit" to shape the body and "strengthening the spirit" to have a chance to break through the mortal body, form a cauldron in the dantian, and achieve the cultivation of "refining the cauldron."

With such qualifications, coupled with this black attire, could he be someone from the Holy Palace?

Without a moment's hesitation, Luo Xiaojin had already gripped the sword with both hands.

The inner cauldron hummed, and spiritual energy, as red as blood, flowed through her meridians.

The familiar tearing sensation stung the girl's nerves, urging her to grip the sword in her hand even tighter.

He gripped the sword with both hands, held it at an angle, and then raised it up, a sharp, blood-red light shooting out!

The sound of wind breaking was extremely piercing, and the blood-red color came on fiercely, which was indeed a bit frightening.

But Zhang Guohan was not flustered. He even slowly stuffed the last bit of bread into his mouth before slowly opening his five fingers and turning his palm.

The babbling brook suddenly surged, swirling into a tornado that instantly swallowed the menacing crimson sword light!
Master Su!

Luo Xiaojin's heart tightened.

Although he had just returned from Weishan, and had often speculated about Pei Xia's cultivation level these days, such a trip was still rare in the Nine Provinces.

When Guo Han made his move, he stirred up the swirling stream, which was obviously a manipulation of spiritual power from a distance. The skill he displayed was far superior to that of a martial artist at the Refining Cauldron Realm. He was most likely a Su Master at the fifth level or above.

Indeed, none of those who could go to Qin Prefecture to pick fruit were easy to deal with.

"Why should the immortal master of the Holy Palace make things difficult for an old man like me?"

Across the stream, Zhang Guohan called out, "These finest lychees are to be sent to Prince Xiao's residence. Have you thought this through?"

The longsword slashed to the side, its blood-red light humming as it broke free of the swirling water, splashing out a torrent of rain.

Luo Xiaojin replied expressionlessly, "What Holy Palace? Old man, you must have mistaken me for someone else." The Holy Palace should not interfere in matters that are the responsibility of the imperial court.

But as a member of the martial arts world, upholding justice is one's duty, but these are two different things.

"Haha," Zhang Guohan laughed, throwing his head back. "Young man, since you say so, then this old man can kill you today without any harm!"

Beneath his clothes, Zhang Guohan held a piece of withered black peach wood in his hand, with a fist-sized jade stone embedded at the top, which was shimmering slightly.

With a flick of his short staff in the wind, the colorful tattered cloth fluttered wildly, and beneath his disheveled beard and hair, the old man murmured, "Prove my supernatural powers."

The stream water, which had just been stirred up by the blood-red light, suddenly froze in mid-air.

Strands of spiritual energy began to connect with each water droplet, and among the countless millions of water droplets, Zhang Guohan was precisely controlling his spiritual energy.

One became two, two became four, and spiritual energy transformed into even more and denser water lines, which in the blink of an eye became a vast network of water.

This is... a supernatural power!
Luo Xiaojin frowned, not daring to allow him to cast a spell. With a sword cry, spiritual energy surged beneath her black robes, and she charged towards Zhang Guohan like an arrow released from a bow.

She was of average talent and entered the sect late in the Holy Palace. The reason she was able to surpass others was entirely due to her extremely ruthless blood cultivation inheritance.

This process requires the infusion of spiritual energy into the blood, which is extremely painful. The fact that Luo Xiaojin has managed to get through it is enough to prove her ruthless nature.

Even though the dense buzzing of water droplets breaking through the air could be heard behind her, she still raised her sword and stepped forward without hesitation!

Zhang Guohan probably didn't expect that this young girl would be so reckless as to injure herself with her first move. In a moment of surprise, the sword was already in front of him!

Supernatural powers and techniques are the hallmarks of a fifth-level master. Judging solely by rank, this Guo Han is already above Luo Xiaojin's cauldron-refining skills.

She knew full well that the other party would not give her a second chance to get close like this.

Therefore, the crimson spiritual energy within his meridians had already begun to boil. Despite the excruciating pain in his body, the crimson light on his sword suddenly surged, reaching a height of nearly ten feet!
The sword light cleaved through the night, and crimson blood shot into the sky!

At the same time, thousands of water droplets, like sharp arrows, instantly submerged Luo Xiaojin.

Her protective aura was activated in response, and amidst the dense clang of metal against metal, tiny blood holes kept bursting open on Luo Xiaojin's body, with blood splattering out like raindrops hitting the ground.

As the strong wind subsided, the girl's slender figure swayed slightly, her body covered in blood, and she struggled to stand up.

In front of her was Zhang Guohan, whose body had been pierced by the blood-red sword energy.

At first glance, the old man's injuries seemed to be much more serious than Luo Xiaojin's.

However, the old man with the blood sword inside his abdomen grinned and said, "The disciples of the Holy Palace are indeed extraordinary."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body, clad in a tattered, multicolored robe, twisted slightly, and then with a "splash," it scattered into a pool of water on the ground!
Luo Xiaojin frowned, braced herself with her sword, and looked up into the shadows further away.

Holding a short staff made of walnut wood, Zhang Guohan emerged from the shade of the tree unharmed.

The girl gritted her teeth and said, "Two spells..."

The old man revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth: "One offense and one defense, that's what makes a complete system."

The hallmark of the fifth realm of a Su Shi (a high-level Buddhist practitioner) is the ability to master a supernatural technique.

However, a Five Realms Master is not limited to possessing only one technique.

However, the vast majority of practitioners simply cannot reach this point; even if they exhaust their talents, it is not easy to learn just one skill.

"Even Qin Zhou Yu Hu couldn't stop me, let alone you?"

Zhang Guohan laughed heartily, and the short staff in his hand flashed with light again: "Kid, you're caught in the trap."

Luo Xiaojin claimed that he had nothing to do with the Holy Palace, but Zhang Guohan, who had been traveling the world for many years, knew better than to provoke a disciple of such a major sect. If a conflict broke out, the best solution was to kill him to silence him.

With her spiritual energy flowing through the stream, Luo Xiaojin could sense the other party's killing intent.

However, at this moment, her meridians had been injured by her own spiritual blood, and no matter how she tried to activate them, the cauldron in her dantian could not send spiritual power into her limbs and bones.

She could only laugh at herself.

Yes, this kind of trouble shouldn't be provoked... People with cheap lives shouldn't talk about chivalry.

Clad in black robes and wielding a long sword, covered in blood, with spiritual energy driving a stream behind him, his killing intent emanating from the silent wilderness.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from the sky, as if something was falling down.

Zhang Guohan's keen senses made him raise his eyebrows and look up at the sky.

In the night sky, a dark shadow was indeed falling rapidly.

The shadow was thin and small, and it seemed... to be a person?

are people.

Lu Li stood in the night sky, her two short legs one in front of the other. In the strong wind that made her hair stand on end, she made a palm with her left hand and a fist with her right hand, and then tapped the fist in her palm three times.

Then, with a flick of her small hand, she called out crisply, "Prove my supernatural power!"

In the darkness, a crisp, unusual sound suddenly rang out.

"biu!"

A short staff made of black peach wood and inlaid with jade appeared out of thin air in Lu Li's chubby, short hand!

The murderous aura that had enveloped Luo Xiaojin vanished instantly, and water droplets scattered all over the ground.

Zhang Guohan looked down at his empty palms and froze.

Stealing something from a hundred meters away?
"What's this?!"

On the other side of the stream, a tall, slender figure parted the branches and leaves, a spark dangling from his mouth, and slowly walked out.

Shaking off the dust, Pei Xia exhaled a puff of white smoke, and gave a cold smile on her perpetually sleepy face.

"Aren't you a sorcerer? Can't you even recognize me with your magic?"

(End of this chapter)