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Chapter 303 Killing

The horde of corpses surged in like a black tide.

This thing is born from the Yin energy between heaven and earth. Although its individual strength is not very strong, its sheer number is enough to overwhelm the vast majority of cultivators.

Even when the old man's armored corpse was still around, at best he could fight these guys and escape unscathed. If he wanted to deal with them, he would have to set up a formation in advance, find a bright sunny day, lure the horde of corpses into the formation, and wait for them to tire themselves out before he would have any chance.

However, this person...
Looking around, the master and apprentice could only see the sword light sweeping across, so fast that even the sword and the person were hard to see—yet it was not only fast, but the sword was also extremely accurate. Every swing and thrust would inevitably take the life of a corpse demon.

Master Fu Yu was now completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape, muttering to himself unconsciously.

"The murderous aura is so strong it's almost tangible. Just how many demons and monsters has this guy killed? And his swordsmanship... let alone Junior Brother Guangwei, probably only those old men in seclusion can compare to him. And yet, this guy is so young. Where did this monster come from?"

Fu Yu stared intently at the figure, his face filled with admiration.

"Hey old man, look at this! Now that's what a true cultivator looks like!"
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After a while.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, but the fighting on the official road had ceased.

Zhou You flicked the last drop of blood off the sword's edge, then breathed heavily for a few moments.

Although he seemed relaxed and at ease throughout, these were still hundreds of demons—you know, even catching hundreds of pigs would take half a day—so he had indeed expended a considerable amount of effort.

Before he could catch his breath, the silly roe deer that was his mount came over. It ignored the corpses scattered all over the ground, sniffing around for a long time. When it couldn't find any grass to eat, it snuggled up to Zhou You and began to act cute.

"Alright, alright, stop it. Didn't I just feed you a few days ago? Why are you so ungrateful? Go, go, go find some food over there."

Unfortunately, this silly roe deer couldn't understand human speech at all, and with its intelligence, it couldn't see Zhou You's resistance. It arched its head all the way to its neck, and even tried to stick out its thick tongue to lick Zhou You's disgusted face.

Zhou You really didn't want to get covered in sticky saliva, so he had no choice but to push the furry head away, pick up Duan Xie, and cut his thumb.

A little blood seeped out, but unlike the dark red of ordinary blood, this drop of blood faintly revealed a hint of gold.

Upon seeing the blood, the roe deer seemed impatient, forgetting all about being affectionate, and quickly brought its head close to lick it clean, finally letting out a very satisfied burp.

A few days ago, he encountered a troublesome monster. After a fierce battle, he managed to kill it, but he was accidentally cut. The blood that flowed out was then licked by a roe deer. As a result, the roe deer acted as if it had tasted some delicacy and kept pestering him for more every few days.

Fortunately, the roe deer didn't have a big appetite, and a drop or two was enough to get rid of it. Moreover, with all the magic powers protecting him, he didn't care about this small wound.

Zhou You shook his hand, and when he looked again, his fingers were clean and new, without a single scratch.

Just then, the master and apprentice he had saved arrived.

The old man at the head of the group first clasped his hands in a deep bow, and then hurriedly spoke.

"Many thanks to this chivalrous hero. Oh no, judging from your clothes, I should address you as fellow Daoist—many thanks to this fellow Daoist for extending a helping hand and rescuing my son and me from dire straits."

Looking at that ingratiating face covered in sweat and dirt, which looked rather comical, Zhou You just smiled casually.

“Old man, you don’t need to be so polite. It was just a small favor, and I was only doing this for someone else. There’s no need for thanks.” With that, Zhou You put away the Broken Demon and immediately tried to mount the roe deer to continue his journey—but he was hurriedly stopped by the old man.

"Well, fellow Daoist, it's getting late. There might still be some remnants of this horde of corpses. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, would you mind if I brought a couple of companions?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Yu, who was standing behind the old man, immediately frowned.

"Master, we can't lie through our teeth! This whole bunch of corpses came out to chase us, and now the Taoist priest has killed them all. Where are we going to find any remnants? Waaah!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yu's mouth was tightly covered by the old man—although he was young and strong, he couldn't withstand his master's body, which had been cultivated for many years, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Looking at the old man's cautious yet obsequious face, Zhou You smiled and shook his head.

—It seems this guy isn't worried about himself, but rather about what risks his apprentice might face later. Parents' hearts are always full of love and concern.

"It's alright. Anyway, I've been traveling for quite a while now and I'm getting a bit bored. It's interesting to have a few fellow travelers to talk to. But I want to tell you something."

The old man was overjoyed.

"Fellow Daoist, please feel free to speak. If there is anything I can do to help, I, Lao Yu, will not refuse."

“It’s nothing, actually.”

Zhou You pointed to Fu Yu, whose face was flushed with desire.

"I just feel that if you don't let go, your disciple might be gone."

".What?"

The old man glanced back and quickly let go, managing to save his apprentice before he passed out. He then pinched his philtrum and nose, and it took him quite a while to finish.

After it was all over, the old man cupped his hands in apology and smiled sheepishly.

"Please excuse my poor fellow Daoist. Please sit down and let me introduce myself. My surname is Yu, and my Daoist name is Xuanzheng. This good-for-nothing next to me is my disciple, Fu Yu. Since he hasn't been ordained yet, he doesn't have a Daoist name. My father and I are both disciples of Maoshan. We are currently on our master's orders to go down the mountain on business. May I ask your name, fellow Daoist, and where you are headed?"

Zhou You returned the greeting and then smiled.

"My name is Zhou You, my Daoist name is Ling Yuan, I am a member of the Tai'an Daoist sect. I have just come down the mountain on my master's orders and am looking for a job with a general surnamed Zuo."

Upon hearing this, the old man was suddenly taken aback.

"Is the general you're referring to Zuo En, the Grand General Zuo?"

"What, you know him?"

"What a coincidence." The old man suddenly revealed a bitter smile. "So that you may know, my master and I are currently working for this 'General Zuo'."

(End of this chapter)