Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 110 Where did all these people come from?
"It's so quiet on this road, there's no one around."

Xu's younger brother rubbed his cold arms.

“We’re taking the wrong road, not the main road. The Northwest is sparsely populated; do you think this is a bustling city in Jiangnan?”

"That's true."

These twins are also heroes of Feng'ao Mountain. They cultivate a unique technique called the Twin Life Technique, which is similar to dual cultivation. When they reach the pinnacle of their cultivation, they can synchronize their rhythms. How could ordinary opponents possibly defeat them?

However, neither of the brothers had a homosexual inclination, so they often sought out the same woman to cultivate with, which allowed them to improve their cultivation level quickly.

When they joined the group, Bai Zifeng was in charge of the mountain stronghold. They couldn't stand the "hero's banquet" hosted by the leader, so they could only linger on the periphery and do some work such as escorting grain.

Taking advantage of his job as a grain transporter, he could frequently go down the mountain and also abduct some beautiful women under the guise of bandits, thus settling down in the village.

Just as Xu's younger brother was about to reply, he suddenly choked up.

He saw a large mansion suddenly appear out of nowhere on the distant plains.

"this?"

The entire grain transport team reined in their horses, which snorted restlessly.

They had walked this road seven or eight times, but they had never seen such magnificent buildings.
It looks rather eerie that this thing stands here all alone.

"This is weird!" someone spat.

The group tacitly turned their horses around and circled halfway along the outer wall of the house. Only when the vermilion gate completely disappeared from sight did they urge their horses to gallop away.

Before long, the lead horse suddenly reared up, and the house was back in front of them, with even the broken patterns on the eaves exactly the same as before.

"A ghost wall!"

Xu's older brother cursed and pulled out a knife from his pocket: "Brother, something's not right here. You stay here and keep watch while I go scout it out."

"Brother, you must be careful."

"I know for sure! After all these years of wandering the world, I know these things."

Xu's older brother strode up the stone steps in three quick steps and kicked open the gate.

The moment he entered, the gate of the mansion slammed shut, completely separating the inside from the outside.

Before Xu's younger brother, who was left outside, could react, the entire mansion collapsed like absorbent Xuan paper, turning into a palm-sized piece of white paper that fell to the dust in the blink of an eye.

"this!"

Xu's younger brother was dumbfounded!
What method is this?
Suddenly, he saw an old Taoist priest emerge from the desolate wilderness beside him. The priest, dressed in dirty clothes, jogged over to the paper and chuckled as he picked it up from the ground.

"Was it you, you sorcerer, who played this trick? Give me back my brother!"

The younger brother of the Xu family flew into a rage and swung his knife with eyes wide with fury.

The old Taoist priest exclaimed "Eh!" and hurriedly dodged.
"You brute, how uncouth you are! Can't you sit down and have a proper talk?"

Xu's younger brother refused to listen to the old Taoist's explanation and slashed down with his sword.

With a loud crash, the old Taoist priest split the body in two along the middle.

The old Taoist priest also split the piece of paper in the middle in two.

Blood flowed through the paper, and a figure appeared directly in front of Xu's younger brother.

Xu's older brother looked back with a look of utter astonishment, his gaze slowly shifting from his brow to his hip.

It was split in two.

Xu's younger brother's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, the knife hilt slipped in his palm, a silent scream came from his throat, and he knelt on the ground, covering his head with his hands.

A sudden chill touched the back of his neck. Gong Xuan waved a piece of white paper and moved in front of him: "I told you, you should think twice before you act in the future, or you might accidentally kill your own people."

After saying this, Gong Xuan casually slashed Xu's younger brother's neck, and Xu's younger brother fell to the ground.

Gong Xuan placed two fingers on the corpse's neck, his brows furrowing slightly.
"No three souls and seven spirits? This method..."

Gong Xuan pondered for a long time, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

Bone-dissolving method?
This bandit leader is quite interesting.

He then slowly turned his head to look at the remaining bandits:

"Hey gentlemen with knives, how about we sit down and have a proper chat?"

……

The wind was strong in the desolate wilderness of Feng'ao Mountain. A donkey cart carrying three men and three women swayed out of the city.

The wheels rolled over the bandits' corpses, and the burly man leading them glared angrily.

The six men were dressed in different styles, resembling wandering swordsmen.

Some people were dressed in coarse linen clothes, looking like woodcutters, while others were dressed in gorgeous dresses, like young ladies from noble families. There was also a little girl huddled at the very back of the cart, with a gourd at her waist and a long gown draped over her shoulders. The character for "wine" was embroidered on the chest of her gown, and she was fast asleep leaning against the edge of the cart.

The leading female constable had a face resembling a chessboard, around thirty years old, with eyebrows that were as straight as if measured with a ruler.

She sat upright, and spoke in a very formal and measured manner:

"This trip is extremely dangerous. We must not be careless, or we could easily lose our lives."

Her spine was straighter than the cart shaft, and her gaze was like a weight pressing down on the rear of the cart.

Snoring could be heard coming from the girl in the wine-colored jacket, where glistening saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth; she was clearly still asleep.

The woman took a deep breath and adjusted her emotions.

Just as she was about to wake the girl, the woman's knife suddenly revealed half of its blade:

"My son just sent word from the capital that he's found out some information about Feng Ao Mountain."

A hint of doubt flickered in the woman's eyes.

The blacksmiths in the Casting Department have always only known how to hammer magical artifacts; when did they learn how to conduct espionage?

If we're talking about the wealth and resources of those in possession of valuable items, or the riches of the capital, the Forging Division is certainly among the best. But when it comes to insider information, they're practically nonexistent. Yet, this longsword is, after all, from a senior figure, so the woman still asked softly:
What message did the senior convey?

"It's a bit long, wait a moment."

The long sword was drawn with a clang, and the midday sun struck the blade, creating a golden line that slashed diagonally across the rear panel of the vehicle.

Smoke rose from the scorched spots where the light snaked, and the scorch marks meandered into the shape of characters.

When everyone on the bus saw the words clearly, they were all startled.

These are clearly the names and skills of the heroes on Feng'ao Mountain.

When the sword was sheathed, the characters "焦" (jiao, meaning burnt) still emitted wisps of smoke from the wood grain.

The woman stared at the line of words on the board and blinked.

Did Zhu Nian Si throw his spying magic weapon onto Feng Ao Mountain?
Everyone else in the carriage looked at each other in bewilderment, except for the girl at the back who smacked her lips, turned over, and continued to drool in another direction.

……

Bai Zifeng strode to a cave in the back mountain. When he saw the memorial tablet placed on the stone steps, his usually expressionless face stiffened slightly.

Several of the memorial tablets that hold the souls of the heroes of the mountains have broken!

He frowned slightly, walked to the memorial tablet, and touched it with his hand.

"Brother Xu, is Brother Xu there?"

"Big brother? Big brother?"

Bai Zifeng heard a familiar voice:

"Where am I, bro? It's pitch black all around! Why can't I see anything?"

"Good brother, I used some methods to save your life. You're currently under the protection of my magic, so it's normal that you can't see me." Bai Zifeng's voice was calm: "What exactly happened? Who killed you?"

"Brother, you must avenge me! An old Taoist priest suddenly appeared and killed my brother!"

Hearing the crying coming from the sign, Bai Zifeng said:

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

After saying that, Bai Zifeng slid his hand down from the sign, and a pale white soul was caught on his fingertip and sent directly into his mouth.

He put it in his mouth and chewed it softly. A crisp crunching sound and a shrill scream came from Bai Zifeng's mouth:
"Big brother! What happened! It hurts so much! I... Ah!"

The screams abruptly stopped; Bai Zifeng had completely swallowed the soul.

Bai Zifeng then reached out and touched the second memorial tablet.

"Big brother? I was killed by a group of martial arts practitioners, six of them in total..."

He also ate the three souls and seven spirits inside the second memorial tablet.

It wasn't until the third one that he finally heard something unusual:

"Brother, I went for a stroll in town and ran into that idiot Kang on the way. I wanted to intercept and kill him, but I didn't expect there to be a young man next to Kang. He seemed to have thrown a stone, which killed me instantly."

Can throwing stones kill someone?

That's quite a bit of power!
But none of that matters. What matters is Kang the Fool.

Bai Zifeng knew, of course, that the original strategist of this mountain stronghold was currently gathering troops outside to fight against the stronghold. Compared to the cowardly governor of Nagano, Kang the Fool was clearly more troublesome.

With the third soul munching in his mouth as a little snack, Bai Zifeng walked out of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back.

The young master, the Taoist priest, and a group of wandering swordsmen.

Where did Kang Shazi get so many people from?

And they all sound quite capable.

I am afraid……

It was the Third Prince's side that started making moves.

It's impossible for Kang the Fool to gather such powerful experts on his own; the Third Prince must have made a move here.

Difficult to adjust.

After chewing the soul in his mouth into pieces and swallowing it, Bai Zifeng headed straight for the back mountain.

Upon reaching the summit of the back mountain, they saw a pavilion with a bell hanging inside. Bai Zifeng pushed up the wooden pillar next to him that was used to strike the bell, and with a forceful push, the pillar struck the bell directly.

The clear buzzing sound quickly filled the entire mountain peak.

After finishing this task, he turned around and headed straight for the main hall on the mountain. When he arrived at the hall, a large number of people had already gathered there.

That bell is for special orders; as soon as the bell is heard, all the heroes on the mountain must gather in the hall.

Bai Zifeng counted the number of people. Apart from those who were killed in the past two days, some of them were still at the foot of the mountain and had not returned. There were about thirty people on the mountain now.

"Brother, what happened? Why did you suddenly call us over?"

Gu Niang asked in confusion.

“These past two days have been unsettled at the foot of the mountain. A group of people came down and killed our brothers.” Bai Zifeng wiped away his tears. “To date, five of our brothers have lost their lives.”

"What?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.

"Who dares to be so arrogant? They've really stepped on our bandit gang's nose!"

"They must not be let off lightly!"

Bai Zifeng nodded:
"Yes, we certainly can't let them off easily. But this group isn't an army; they move from place to place after attacking one, so it's a bit difficult to ambush and kill them. I have a brilliant plan that might be able to deal with this group."

(End of this chapter)