Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul

Chapter 116 Flying Immortal Under the Moon

Lu Jin stood on the mountaintop, watching his two disciples chasing the Quanxing demon all over the mountain below, and laughed heartily.

This trial was a last-minute decision on his part. After Li Chang'an became famous, he naturally attracted a lot of malicious envoys.

The grudges between the Sanyi Sect and the Quanxing Sect are there, and Li Cheng killed so many Quanxing members back then. With old grudges and new debts, someone will come knocking on the door sooner or later.

And the Quanxing are a group of troublemakers who will recklessly follow any idea that someone proposes, even if they find it interesting.

Instead of waiting passively, it's better to actively draw out those eyes lurking in the shadows.

As for the originally agreed-upon meeting with provincial leaders to discuss the development of the scenic area? Nothing is more important than the safety of my apprentice.

Dou Le looked down, lost in thought. Courageous, resourceful, and decisive in battle, this kid is far stronger than he showed on the arena. This incident is truly significant.

However, the company has always taken a laissez-faire attitude towards infighting among outsiders, as long as it doesn't affect ordinary people.

At this moment, Xiao Zizai, who had been standing by watching the battle, finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He watched the Quanxing demons scatter and flee as if they were someone else taking food from his plate.

If you kill them all, what will you "eat"?

He pointed to several figures in the distance disappearing into the woods: "That one, that one, and that one too, they're all mine."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he leaped down from the mountaintop, his green tracksuit bouncing a few times on the cliff face before heading straight for the battlefield. He had been holding back for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the few remaining Quanxing demons immediately scattered and fled.

Li Chang'an and Lu Lin did not split up; instead, they chose a direction and chased after each other side by side.

Meanwhile, at the summit of this mountain.

This is the mountain gate of Sanyimen. The red brick mansions built against the mountain are magnificent, with upturned eaves pointing straight to the sky. The buildings are staggered and layered.

The mountain gate is a stone archway with four pillars and three bays. The door frame, carved from blue granite, is heavy and simple. Above it hangs a huge black plaque with gilded inscriptions, bearing the characters "Sanyi". On either side of the gate stand a pair of simple stone lions, their bodies covered with moss.

The entire complex still stands magnificently, but it has been neglected for a long time. Weeds grow in the cracks of the stone steps, and the blue bricks at the base of the walls are stained with large dark watermarks from the rain. A corner of the tiles in several side halls has collapsed, revealing dark acorns underneath.

At this moment, several tents are set up on the flat steps in front of the mountain gate.

Folding tables and chairs were placed between the tents, with surveying drawings, laptops, and several thermos cups spread out on the tables.

They are cultural tourism research and surveying personnel responsible for preliminary exploration.

Because the area around Sanyimen is too large and the mountain is too high, they simply chose to stay overnight on the mountaintop to avoid the hassle of going up and down the mountain.

However, they did not set up camp inside the temple gate. After all, sleeping in such an empty old temple required a bit of courage.

These people were preparing to rest. The huge noise coming from the mountainside woke everyone up. "What's going on? Is there a landslide?" a young surveyor wearing a hard hat asked, puzzled.

"That doesn't make sense. I checked the geology yesterday when I went into the mountains. The mountain structure is very stable, and there shouldn't be any risk of landslides or mudslides," another person said, frowning.

"Besides the loud boom, I also heard thunder and explosions. Could it be some construction crew carrying out blasting work in the middle of the night?"

The group discussed it for a while, but no one suggested going down to check. It was the middle of the night, deep in the mountains, and no one had the curiosity to join in the fun.

At this moment, a timid young man glanced at the dark mountain gate behind him, then at the shadowy mountain silhouettes in the night ahead, swallowed hard, and said, "Could it be haunted? I heard that more than one developer had their eyes on this place years ago, but they all fell through in the end, saying that something inside was causing trouble."

"Pah! Don't talk nonsense!" an older surveyor immediately reprimanded in a stern voice.

"Yes, let's not talk about these things at night," another person chimed in. People in the engineering field have all experienced some inexplicable things, and they are rather averse to such matters.

In the middle of the crowd, a middle-aged man in a dark gray windbreaker sat on a folding chair, looking up at the gate of the Sanyi Sect, and said, "I don't think this place is haunted. This is a blessed land of immortals, how could it be haunted? It must be nonsense."

This person is the initiator of this development project. His surname is Li. He owns several large companies and is hands-on in his work, not concerned with pomp and circumstance.

"Boss Li, why do you think this is a blessed land of immortals?" someone asked, puzzled.

Boss Li chuckled, “When I was little, my grandfather told me that when my great-grandfather was alive, there really were immortals in this place. My great-grandfather was even taken care of by the immortals. Later, one of my great-grandfathers wanted to become an apprentice of the immortals to learn immortal arts, but he wasted many years without success. Then there was a war, and our family went through many ups and downs. We lost contact with the immortals, and the mountain gate fell into ruin. My great-grandfather also disappeared without a trace.”

"Really? Immortals, immortal techniques, it sounds like some kind of celestial scripture." A worker wearing a hard hat said with a skeptical tone.

Mr. Li wasn't annoyed: "It's all recorded in the family genealogy. When our ancestor was young, his family suffered a disaster, and a white-robed, white-haired immortal came to his rescue. In return, our ancestor paid for the immortal's temple repairs."

He picked up the survey map on the table and pointed to several buildings on it: "These two should be the ones our ancestor funded to build. The genealogy says that our ancestor and this immortal had been in contact for decades. Our ancestor is old now, but the immortal is still as young as he was, his appearance unchanged."

"Really? That's incredible!"

"Still looking young after decades? How is that possible?"

"And then?" another person asked.

Boss Li sighed: "After my ancestor passed away, all contact was lost. Later, this place completely declined."

"If that immortal's appearance is eternally youthful, how could he have declined?" someone asked.

Boss Li thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. Maybe they ascended to heaven."

"So, Mr. Li, are you developing this place hoping to encounter another immortal?"

Boss Li waved his hand and laughed, "Not really. I just came across this when I was looking through the family genealogy. I felt there was some connection, and since this place has been abandoned for a long time, I thought I'd develop it. Immortals and such have been around for several generations; they're too vague and unrealistic."

Someone nearby was about to speak when they suddenly stopped. He turned his head, listened intently for a while, and his expression changed: "Listen, it sounds like there's some noise."

"movement?"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

The night sky was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"There!" The man's voice trembled slightly as he pointed in horror to the edge of the cliff not far away.

A group of people looked up.

Under the clear, cold moonlight, amidst the rugged rocks and ancient trees, one could see...

Two figures emerged from the mountain forest, bathed in moonlight.

A figure dressed in white with white hair, enveloped in a soft white light, his robes billowing in the wind, his long hair stretching out in a straight line behind him.

Another figure, dressed in black with black hair, also surrounded by a faint white aura, followed closely behind the white-clad figure.

The two strode through the rocks and tree canopies, each step covering more than twenty meters. Their movements were graceful and silent as they swept past the heads of the group of people, leaving behind a fleeting moon shadow before disappearing into the forest on the other side.

The platform was deathly silent.

Holy crap!!

Someone broke the silence.

Then came a chorus of exclamations and incoherent questions.

Someone grabbed their companion's arm and shook it violently, asking if he had seen it.

Some people looked up at the night sky, searching back and forth, thinking they were seeing things.

Someone jumped up from their chair, knocking over a thermos on the table, spilling tea all over the floor without even noticing.

Boss Li stood frozen, his hands on his knees, his eyes still fixed on the direction where the two figures had disappeared.

Li Chang'an and Lu Lin are chasing a sorcerer who controls the wind.

The person was surrounded by a rapidly flowing stream of air, flying among the rocks and trees, leaving a trail of withered leaves and bits of grass whipped up by the wind behind him.

Even though Li Chang'an and Lu Lin both used the Divine Speed ​​Armor, it still took them a lot of effort to catch up with him.

Just as they were about to catch up, a pungent smell of blood suddenly wafted from the darkness ahead.

The next second, the Quanxing demon who controlled the wind seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, and was sent flying by an immense force.

His limbs swung eerily in mid-air, the cracking of his bones clearly audible from afar, his body suspended in mid-air—

It tumbled several times, crashed into a pine tree, and bounced to the ground.

From the bushes that had been cleared ahead, a man appeared wearing a green tracksuit, frameless glasses, and meticulously styled hair.

He stood there politely, looking at Li Chang'an and Lu Lin.

From this angle, his glasses reflected the moonlight, making it impossible to see the pair of bloodshot eyes beneath them.