Headless Immortal

Chapter 134 Medicine Introduction

Shen Lian looked in the direction of the sound and was shocked. His chestnut pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he almost cried out.

He was so preoccupied with figuring out how to humble himself and appease the anger of the Jing Shi Army commander that he didn't notice the extra scholars and wealthy men at the banquet.

Upon seeing each other again, after the initial shock came deep worry and bewilderment, and he thought to himself, "This is terrible."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Wan Chaohai glanced sideways and saw a pale-faced scholar in a Confucian robe with red eyes. After a closer look, he smiled and said, "It seems that Lord Shen is indeed very cooperative."

"Bring the divine steed up here, let me see if it is truly as wondrous as described."

He heard it from the city's garrison commander, who described it in a very fantastical way.

He hadn't intended to cause any trouble, but the thought that if there really was a divine steed that could take the Holy Maiden to Juying Mountain sooner, and since he also needed to invite the six clerks and three constables from Meng County, he just casually mentioned it.

The short, wealthy man beside the scholar trotted out of the palace gate and soon returned with a strange beast.

With its blue mane reflecting the light, a single horn gleaming, a bull's head and a horse's face, long beast claws and hooves, and a scaly tail, it was clearly a rare and monstrous beast.

Wan Chaohai was also knowledgeable about horses. At a glance, he knew this was a fine steed, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day. He pondered whether to keep it for himself. In any case, he had already made arrangements. The Holy Maiden would disguise herself as a maidservant escorting his wife, so even if someone targeted him, they wouldn't pay much attention to the maidservant.

If it weren't for Jing Shilang's seriousness, he would have even tried to keep the Holy Maiden for himself.

Thinking of that magnetic, elegant voice, like a cat's claws scratching at the heart, and seeing her graceful figure as she stepped down from the carriage, Wan Chaohai felt his mouth go dry and a fire burning in his heart. But the thought of Jing Shilang's methods instantly extinguished that fire.

Since the Holy Maiden is to be sent away, I don't think the strange beasts need to be sent away.

Wan Chaohai made up his mind and waved his hand, saying calmly, "In my opinion, it's not that magical. Let's take it."

Company Commander Shen let out a long sigh of relief; it was better that he hadn't seen it.

"play music."

As Wan Chaohai turned around, he waved and said, "Stop the bleeding for Lord Huang."

Immediately, two soldiers stepped forward, one holding a torch and the other pressing down on Huang Xuan's hand. With a 'hiss' sound, accompanied by Huang Xuan's scream and white smoke, the smell of burnt meat wafted into the banquet.

Returning to his seat, Wan Chaohai drank blood wine in a frenzy, tearing open his shirt to reveal his chest hair. He laughed and said, "At such a crucial moment, I can't hide anything."

popping.

With a slap of his paw, a large cauldron was carried into the hall by four strongmen. The steaming blood bubbled and sizzled, and the rolling human heads were boiled into white bone beads. After the cauldron was placed on the ground, Wan Chaohai said loudly, "As long as you drink the blood in the cauldron with the medicinal catalyst, you can also obtain my divine power."

As he spoke, Wan Chaohai looked at the six clerks and three constables of the county government, making a total of nine people.

Even with his hand severed, Lord Huang disregarded the pain. Once he drank the Dao Blood, he became a living corpse, neither human nor ghost, living by sucking blood.

Shen Lian stood up angrily, pointed at Wan Chaohai's nose, and shouted, "You scoundrel, you cook people and boil their blood! You are an outrage to both gods and men, despised by the earth and punished by heaven!"

"The imperial court will surely send a large army to wipe out you bandits in one fell swoop."

Wan Chaohai laughed heartily and said in a grand voice, "After drinking the blood, you gentlemen are now one of us, and you can live a carefree and happy life from now on."

With his tortoise-like eyes narrowed, Huang Jinliang, the "Meat Mountain," said in a deep, booming voice, "So, we're going to drink too?"

A group of extraordinary individuals looked over. They had no desire to become 'living corpses' in cooperation with the Jing Shi Society. Even if it could increase their cultivation and give them a body of copper and iron, how could that compare to the freedom of being unrestrained?

Therefore, after this leader of the Jiangbei Green Forest Road asked his question, their expressions also became unusual.

Wan Chaohai first looked at the old man from Gushan, who was wearing a gray robe.

Small, big-eyed imps dressed in bibs were everywhere, crowding around an old man, whose skull staff glowed with eerie green flames.

Two illusory, distorted shadows coalesced behind the old man, their bloodshot, malevolent eyes visible through their felt-like hair; both were disheveled, red-clad vengeful ghosts.

The old man slowly and methodically used both hands to separate shreds of meat and feed them to the little devil at his feet. The little devil took the meat with his pale hands and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, then turned his head and glared fiercely at Wan Chaohai.

His gaze swept over the mountain of flesh on the golden beam, past the black-robed paper craftsman, the old shadow puppeteer, the colorful Deng San'er, the young master of the mortuary, the fortress lord, the bandit leader, the watchman, the general, the wild monk, the bald Taoist priest... and what's this Taoist priest?
Wan Chaohai did not recall ever hiring two Taoist priests.

There's no need to pay attention to it.

Normally, Wan Chaohai would never have dared to presume to subdue everyone. He would have treated Huang Jinliang with respect, not to mention the paper craftsman Liu Qi and the old man who occupied Skull Mountain. This governor openly challenged the City God, saying he wanted to take his place, so at most he would turn the county clerks and constables into living corpses to be at his beck and call.

But this time is different.

With the support of the White Lotus Sect's Holy Maiden and several skilled guards, commanding five hundred strongmen, and the generals Zhao and Liu, plus the three swords in his hand, this heretic from Meng County had no choice but to submit.

From then on, he could have no more worries and completely control the county, able to attack cities and seize territory or retreat to the deep mountains to establish a stronghold.

Even if he loses the Jing Shi Hui, he can preserve his strength and wait for a new opportunity.

People should take advantage of the prevailing trend to do their own thing. He'll use whatever he can get his hands on, like the news about the Holy Maiden that can't be leaked or the secret escort.

If he weren't afraid of Jing Shilang, he wouldn't even want to let the Holy Maiden go.

Wan Chaohai leaned back in his chair, raised his wine glass, and said, "Of course."

"Wan Chaohai, you've gone mad from drinking blood! Don't you even bother to ask around in the surrounding villages of Meng County how powerful I, the night watchman Xue Laogu, am? The Jia family has such a vast estate, and they even have relatives who are high-ranking officials. If I want his old lady to die at midnight, even the King of Hell won't dare keep her until dawn. I'll even get my hands on Master Jia's beautiful wife and have a good time with her for ten days."

“When I became famous, you, Wan Chaohai, were still pissing and playing in the mud. Trying to smear us with your dirty blood, you really have a death wish.” Old Xue pulled out a gong and was about to strike it.

thump.

Bang.

Instead of striking the gong, Xue Laogu's hand holding the drumstick fell to the ground, followed by his other hand holding the gong. With a clatter, Xue Laogu screamed and raised his arms, now devoid of both hands.

A ghost-headed blade whistled past, slicing through the air and leaving a pillar of blood protruding from its head.

Then, the tall swordsman, dressed in a blue outfit, wiped the blood off his ghost-head blade. His thick eyebrows and large eyes remained expressionless as he presented the head he had obtained with both hands.

Wan Chaohai grabbed his head and tilted his head back to drink.

Its fangs snapped open, and it drank blood greedily.

His eyes were bloodshot and his skin had a bluish-gray, silvery sheen.

The sound of armor clashing rang out, and a hundred men were already lined up at the entrance of the main hall. They were all fully armored, their dark complexions covered by silver powder, and their pure black pupils dyed the whites of their eyes the same color. Their movements of drawing bows and nocking arrows were precise and flawless. It was hard to imagine how this iron army had been trained.

Shock, horror, anger, fear, panic... what a vivid picture of the myriad expressions of strange people.

Regardless of their expressions, no one dared to shout recklessly anymore.

"Commander Wan, you've gone too far."

The old man on the lonely mountain had a hoarse, muffled voice that was hard to hear in a noisy environment, but at this moment, when it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, he could be heard clearly.

In fact, even the commotion and noise just now would immediately quiet down as soon as he spoke.

Huang Jinliang sneered, "Wan Chaohai, can you represent the Jingshi Society?"

If Jing Shilang were here, he would drink the blood without saying a word.

That man was terrifying, invincible. Yet he was only one of the leaders of the Jing Shi Hui, not even the two most famous ones. What gave him the right to demand that everyone drink his blood?

The paper craftsman Liu Qi said calmly, "Lord Wan, if the army is leaderless, will it still be powerful?"

A common man's anger can spill blood five steps away. Even if Wan Chaohai commands tens of thousands of soldiers and has five hundred Iron Corpse Warriors as his central army, has he forgotten that this hall is not spacious?

"Hahaha!"

Wan Chaohai tossed aside the blood-stained skull, wiped the blood from his chin, clasped his hands together, bowed deeply, and proclaimed loudly, "Eternal Mother, White Lotus descends to earth! Wan Chaohai, leader of the Jing Shi Hui, respectfully welcomes the Holy Maiden!"

The expressions of everyone present changed drastically.

The screen moved slowly.

Generals Zhao and Liu led the way, followed by three experts from the White Sect forming a triangular formation behind them, protecting the woman in black veil at the forefront. The woman moved gracefully, her captivating eyes lowering their cool gaze, and a magnetic, languid voice came from behind the veil: "Gentlemen, are you willing to bow down to the Jing Shi Society?"

Even with a veil on, she outshone all the singers and dancers in the palace, as if all the swirling light was focused solely on her.

Huang Jinliang lowered his voice: "Really?"

"real."

The paper craftsman's face was more solemn than ever before.

Wan Chaohai explained, "Don't worry, everyone. The Dao Blood is not poisonous and cannot control people. It will only turn us into 'our own people'."

People under low eaves have to bow their heads.

Seeing that the old man on the lonely mountain had fallen silent, the paper craftsman was solemn, and Huang Jinliang was also sighing.

So the crowd shouted, "We are willing!"

"very good."

"Bring the medicinal ingredients."

Wan Chaohai was beaming with excitement; he would soon be the undisputed commander-in-chief of Meng County.

Two strongmen carried a frame through the side door.

The strange and unusual people looked at the monster tied to the shelf in astonishment.

It was a white toad taller than a man. Its mouth was gagged, and perhaps knowing it was about to die, it shed tears as the two strongmen lowered their guard.

Following the strongman was a cook-looking man, wearing an apron and carrying various knives.

Wan Chaohai said, "Generally speaking, people with Yin blood are used as medicinal catalysts, but you are fortunate. My disciple caught a white toad. This monster has cold blood and spiritual flesh, which is a top-grade medicinal catalyst. It can ensure that you will absorb the Dao blood quickly after taking it."

The white toad hung its head dejectedly, its mouth twitching, and tears streaming down its face.

I regret leaving Xunyang River Water Mansion.

Very well, whether I stick my neck out or not, I'll still get stabbed. I can't disgrace the king's name.

The cook ripped the rag off the toad's mouth, and the toad roared, "Grandpa is the White-skinned leader of the Xunyang River Water Palace! If you kill me, my king will surely avenge me! Come on, if you're human, give me a quick death!"

The fair-skinned man's big eyes darted around, and suddenly he spotted a figure at the very back of the table.

The scholar was also looking at him.

The white-skinned leader suddenly stopped, his body stiffening. He thought he was seeing things, blinking carefully before realizing it wasn't an illusion. However, instead of calling out for his king, he tilted his head and closed his eyes. Tears, uncontrollably, still streamed down his face; he didn't want to die.

Wan Chaohai laughed and said, "You have some damn king? But Zhangzhou is a dry land. Your water king can't come ashore, much less avenge you. Even if he did come, I would just stew another pot of river fish soup."

"let's start."

Wan Chaohai waved his hand, signaling the cook to get started.

"Commander."

Suddenly a sharp sound pierced through the air.

It was the pale-faced scholar at the end of the table who stood up and bowed.

"what's up?"

Wan Chaohai shifted his gaze and frowned, saying, "Your horse is indeed quite good, but it doesn't qualify as a divine steed. Considering your filial piety, I will keep it in the manor. The Dao blood in this cauldron is sufficient, so I will share some with you as well. Stop making a fuss."

Wan Chaohai thought the scholar was just envious of the Dao blood, which was why he asked.

He had no intention of giving the divine steed to the White Sect's holy maiden, so he was thinking of quickly silencing the scholar.

The scholar shook his head and said mysteriously, "Commander, there is a spy in the palace."

"spy?"

Wan Chaohai was suddenly taken aback. He seemed to have indeed spotted a few unfamiliar faces and immediately asked, "Tell me quickly."

The scholar cupped his hands and said, "I'm afraid he'll run away if I tell him."

"Okay, come forward and speak."

Wan Chaohai withdrew his inspection gaze and looked at the scholar. Seeing that the scholar was unarmed, he immediately relaxed his vigilance, probably because the shadow puppet diagram that had just been distributed had come in handy.

The scholar approached, wanting to get closer.

Just as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by a horizontal sword.

The first thing that came into view was a burly man dressed in a light green outfit. He was about six feet tall and his face resembled Wan Chaohai's. The two looked like brothers.

The man stared intently at the scholar, as if the scholar would behead him with his sword if he made any sudden move.

Wan Chaohai waved his hand and said, "Chaowu, there's no need to be so nervous."

The scholar appeared to be a cultivator, but he had just discovered that the scholar possessed only rudimentary magical power. Even if he could use his words and eloquence to change things, it would have no effect on him whatsoever.

"Go ahead."

The strange and unusual people in the hall looked at each other, all searching for the 'spy' the scholar had mentioned.

The pale-faced scholar smiled and said, "Commander, don't you think I look familiar?"

"Looks familiar..."

Wan Chaohai looked at the scholar who was standing very close to him, scrutinizing him closely with his dark eyes and bloodshot pupils. However, he had never seen this person before. He shouted, "Stop talking nonsense."

"White face, bloodshot eyes, scholar—kill him on sight."

The scholar spoke slowly.

Wan Chaohai's gaze immediately focused.

Head transplant.

But then he saw the pale-faced scholar suddenly transform into a red-faced, blue-toothed ape. The ape was very tall and wore a dark blue-green armor. While Wan Chaohai was still in a daze, the ape's rough hand was already on his shoulder, while the monster's other hand was inside his robe.

Wan Chaohai looked down and saw a knife as thin as a cicada's wing pierce his beating heart.

The two swords standing beside him tore through the air, slashing horizontally side by side, aiming to cut the snow-haired demon in half at the waist.

The monkey monster somersaulted down the steps.

puff.

Blood gushed from Wan Chaohai's mouth, staining his fangs red. He pointed at the great monster and asked, "Who are you?"

Wu Tong Lu Xun twisted the cook's head off and pulled the white toad off the shelf.

Then I heard the white toad scream and wail as if it had seen its own father.

Wu Tong Lu Xun, holding a toad in one hand, raised his beast foot and kicked the cauldron.

Boom!
boom.

The cauldron was kicked away by his terrifying power and splashed into the hall. Blood mixed with corpses and flesh spread to everyone. The strange people who were sitting cross-legged all stood up, and the clerks and constables of the county government rolled up from the ground.

Lord Wutongshan glanced sideways at the Jingshihui members seated high above, his fangs slightly bared: "I am his king!"

(End of this chapter)