Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 115 Seeking Survival from Death
The night was as dark as ink, and the carriages and horses bumped along as Li Li led his remaining troops toward Feng'ao Mountain. The men were covered in blood but remained silent.

The ambush was very well prepared. Li Li acted as bait to lure Kang the Fool out, and the magician on the mountain prepared bamboo baskets for everyone to hide in temporarily.

In this way, more than ten people can huddle together in the carriage, and rush out as soon as the carriage door suddenly opens. In theory, such a formation should be overwhelming.

One spit from each of them could drown the other side!

Unexpectedly, in addition to the fool Kang, five strange martial arts masters and a wooden-faced sorcerer appeared out of nowhere, as well as a ferocious ginseng spirit smaller than the palm of your hand.

That ginseng spirit was truly ferocious. It swung its hammer specifically to attack the lower body, and anyone who was hit would have their bones broken and tendons snapped, lying on the ground unable to move, completely at the mercy of its prey.

Among this group, only those who entered the inner hall could see where the ginseng spirit was heading amidst the chaotic scene; the rest were like headless flies, left only to be beaten.

This group of extraordinary people was so formidable that the bandits in the mountain stronghold simply couldn't defeat them!
Their skills are among the best in the martial arts world; in terms of skill alone, even ordinary armies can't compare to them. But today, when they encountered a tougher opponent, their weakness of lacking organization and discipline was exposed.

Nobody wants to be hit, so their strength can't be united, and they end up getting hit even more.

They thought their eldest brother would come to help them after successfully killing Nandi, but unexpectedly, two formidable enemies appeared instead.

Kill the eldest brother!
Now the bandit leader's morale has completely collapsed!
Mountain bandits are completely dependent on their leader; they fight wherever they go. Without their leader, they're like birds whose brains have been eaten by flying zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

The crowd fled aimlessly through the night, until the deepest part of the night, when finally the outline of Feng'ao Mountain pierced the sky.

The night wind howled across the mountaintop, like a hundred ghosts wailing, making people's hearts feel heavy.

The soldier guarding the mountain was dozing off at the entrance of the stronghold when Li Li walked up to him with a gloomy face, raised his palm as big as a fan, and slapped him, making the soldier spin like a top.

The soldier was so badly beaten that he saw stars. When he finally saw the murderous crowd through his blurred vision, his legs went weak and his crotch was soaked.

Li Li had no intention of getting entangled and led his men into the main hall.

The noisy footsteps startled the bandits in the mountains. By the time they arrived at the Hall of Righteousness, a group of disheveled bandits had already gathered around, rubbing their eyes.

Gu Niang was twirling back and forth in the hall, her feet unsteady, her steps unsteady.

Seeing Li Li return, he hurried over to Li Li's side in three steps at a time:
"Li Li, what happened? Where is Brother Bai?" she asked urgently.

"Brother Bai has been murdered," Li Li said in a somber tone.

He scratched his face as he spoke.

My face feels slightly itchy.

"Killed!?" Gu Niang was shocked. She also reached out and started scratching her face. "Who could kill Big Brother? Big Brother went out with an axe! Sixth Heaven! With his specialty weapon! Unless he ran into the Iron Cavalry or the Star Pointing Masters, who could kill him?"

“A girl and a young man, both of them are quite skilled, at least at the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm. I didn’t see them clearly, so I didn’t dare to go over.” Li Li was very frustrated. He threw the piece of flesh he had just scratched off his face onto the table and started to dismantle the exposed bones again: “Now that my elder brother is dead, Feng Aoshan probably won’t be able to hold on much longer.”

"What should we do then..." Gu Niang itched and dug open her chest, taking out her heart and throwing it onto the table beside her. "Where can we go? Go down the mountain? Won't those people who killed my brother come back up to kill us too?"

"I do not know."

The gang of bandits mechanically peeled away flesh from the table. The table gradually became a crimson mound of flesh, and those who came later had to climb up to pile the severed limbs on top to place the flesh.

Blood cascaded down the table legs and pooled on the ground, forming a crimson pool.

The flickering torches cast shadows on the blood-soaked brick wall, where melting flesh collapsed and congealed like scalding wax.

Suddenly, a pale hand ripped open the mountain of flesh, and Bai Zifeng crawled out, his body covered in a blood membrane.

He fell somewhat disheveled into the blood-filled crater on the ground, his entire body covered in pale yellow slime.

His chest heaved violently, and his throat made a sound like a broken bellows.

The sudden appearance of Bai Zifeng was like a needle piercing a barrier, tearing apart the eerie tranquility of the main hall.

Having already lost her heart, Gu Niang belatedly looked at Bai Zifeng and exclaimed in surprise:
"Big brother! You're still alive! You... why aren't you wearing any clothes? And why does it look like you're bald on the top of your head?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly looked down and stared blankly at his exposed sternum.

When Gu Niang looked at Bai Zifeng again, two streams of blood flowed down from her eye sockets.
"Big brother, it hurts so much..."

He fell backward into the pool of blood and never moved again.

The others around seemed to realize what had just happened only after a moment of stunned silence. Most of them didn't even have time to scream before they were thrown to the ground, twitching slightly before falling silent.

The rest rolled on the ground, screaming in agony, clutching their fatal wounds, and died in the agony of their struggle.

Li Li, with only half his face remaining, a bloody mess, lay prone, wailing:

"Big brother? Big brother! What's going on?!"

Bai Zifeng's body was still like a puppet on strings, his joints and muscles were stiff. He moved his mouth dryly for a long time before he was finally able to control it again.

He wiped some of the sticky substance off his body with his palm, slowly walked to Li Li, squatted down, and sighed while stroking Li Li's remaining half of his cheek:
“Good brothers. I need some bones to come back to life. Since we’re brothers, I’ll borrow a few bones from each of you.”

He paused again, then sighed:
"Unfortunately, after my brother came back to life, he felt uneasy all over, and his cultivation was unstable. He had already fallen to the fifth level. If left unattended, he might fall to the fourth level and would have to borrow your souls again."

After saying that, he reached out and pressed his hand down on Li Li's head.

Li Li desperately tried to pry open that cold wrist, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Bai Zifeng gripped the top of the head with his five fingers and slammed it down. The crisp sound of the neck bones cracking mixed with blood and foam splashed onto the beam.

Bai Zifeng surveyed the hall filled with corpses, then stepped through the thick blood plasma and walked out of the courtyard.

Along the way, they encountered several patrolling henchmen, and before they could even cry out, they had already snapped their throats.

When he arrived at the ancestral hall, stepping through the semi-congealed bloodstains, the spirit tablets on the offering table were gleaming with a faint light.

He reached out and swept his wrist across the pile of memorial tablets before him, and several souls fell directly into his hand, emitting mournful howls. Bai Zifeng squeezed them into a ball, put it in his mouth, bit down hard, and swallowed it into his stomach.

As the crimson color gradually spread across his ashen face, countless memories pierced his skull like steel needles.

He let out a long breath, his mind still buzzing.

Having consumed too many souls at once, all of their memories flooded Bai Zifeng's mind, causing him some confusion.

His face also began to contort and change, sometimes showing Li Li's face, sometimes changing into Gu Niang's face.

The human face surged like waves beneath his skin, but was eventually forcibly suppressed into a calm mask.

He coughed twice, his expression turning grim and uncertain.

Having been killed once, their backup plan is gone, and this group will definitely come back up the mountain again.

Bai Zifeng wasn't actually that afraid of the little girl with the big knife, as her martial arts skills were far inferior to his own.

But that young man...

No, I really can't beat them.

Even if the opponent only uses wild, unorthodox punches, I still can't beat them.

Now there's no chance to take Feng Aoshan back to the general's side. He lost his axe and also lost 30% of his fighting strength.

escape?
Where to escape?
He had many options, but perhaps because he had consumed too many souls, his thoughts were too chaotic.

Go back and see your mother.

I don't have a mother. That's Li Li's mother.

Go to the basement; that's where the man I keep lives.

That's the man Gu Niang raised, not the man I raised.

I should go to that dark realm, where there are some mysteries of stars.

……

Correct,
You can go to the Black Domain!
Bai Zifeng's eyes finally calmed down, and there was no longer any chaos in them.

He turned around and walked quickly toward the dungeon. It didn't take him long to get down into the dungeon.

They arrived at the deepest cell.

A mass of flesh and blood was fast asleep, but when they heard Bai Zifeng's footsteps, the flesh buds on it stood up one after another.

All three faces turned to look at Bai Zifeng.

"Brother, why are you suddenly looking for us at this time?"

"I need to go to that dark realm," Bai Zifeng said. "Can you lead the way?"

……

Gong Xuan leaned against a tree and dozed off.

He wasn't very lucky. He stayed here for two days and didn't encounter many of the well-known bandits of Feng'ao Mountain. Feeling bored tonight, he drank a few more sips of wine and wandered around the wilderness.

As he wandered around, Gongxuan noticed a dark patch on the horizon that blotted out the sun. Sensing danger in that area, he didn't approach it.

I simply found a big tree in a faraway place, put a piece of white paper on it to make a big bed, and fell fast asleep.

In the latter half of the night, a drop of cold dew condensed on a leaf, flowed down the vein, and landed on Gongxuan's forehead.

Gong Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

This is not real morning dew, but a technique used by Gong Xuan. If someone gets close, a drop of refreshing dew will fall on their head.

He lowered his body and quickly looked towards the wilderness not far away.

Nothing at all.

Gong Xuan frowned involuntarily.

His method must be correct; something must be approaching from a distance, but his mortal eyes cannot see it.

It seems the other party used some of the tricks of a "hidden" expert.

Gong Xuan had a headache. He had been traveling in the martial world for a long time and knew a little about most of the methods. But knowing a lot meant that he hadn’t mastered many skills. Observation was one of them.

His observation skills could only detect ghosts and spirits; he couldn't see through people who used even a little bit of hiding ability.

As Gongxuan pondered whether or not to approach, he noticed a group of horsemen approaching from not far away, some even carrying torches.

He glanced at those people and blinked.

The one in the lead looks so familiar.

Is that...?

Lin Jiang? Young Master Lin?!
(End of this chapter)