A Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Inside the Jin clan's ancestral hall, the Copper Heart Daoist glanced briefly at the pile of corpses, now completely unrecognizable, then looked expressionlessly at Jin Haiming, who was surrounded by others, and coldly said,

"If any injured persons are found within the Jin Clan, I hope you will take good care of them. If anything goes wrong, I will ensure that your Jin Clan is drenched in blood!"

After saying that, without waiting for anyone's response, he glanced at the combat puppet directly in front of him with burning eyes, and then leaped outwards.

The Jin clan members in the main hall secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him leave.

Seeing the look in the other person's eyes as they left, Jin Haiming felt a pang of worry.

The relics of the Jin Clan cultivators have been lost, but the battle puppet in his hand is still highly coveted.

With such power, coupled with the greedy look in their eyes as they left, the Jin Clan is likely to face many troubles from now on.

"You will all follow me out of the valley and wipe out the remaining Green Bamboo rebels!"

With a loud shout, Jin Haiming led the battle puppets out first.

The first thing to do now is to deal with Jin Haifeng, the leader of the Qingzhu Sect. If he hadn't defected to the enemy, the Jin Clan wouldn't have been attacked so easily.

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After descending the mountain, Zhou Ping headed towards Qingyang Town, following the direction he remembered.

Fortunately, the two places are not far apart. With his current speed, he can reach them in about an hour if he travels at full speed.

Having been away from home for several years, Zhou Ping's memory of his father has become somewhat blurred. He doesn't know how his father is doing now, or if he still coughs often.

This time, he blew up his way out of the Jin clan, and from then on, in the eyes of the world, he would be a dead man, and could no longer be shown to the public.

For the safety of his father and family, Zhou Ping had secretly decided that he would only confirm their safety in secret and would never meet them.

Although this decision was somewhat heartless, family members are, after all, ordinary people. If they knew that he was still alive, they would inevitably give themselves away.

If this is discovered by someone with ulterior motives, the entire Zhou family will be doomed.

After making this decision, Zhou Ping felt somewhat incredulous. Was this still the same filial son from the Zhou blacksmith's family? How could he so calmly bid farewell to his family?

It was as if the decision was made for someone else—calm, rational, and with the big picture in mind.

Zhou Ping shook his head, casting aside the unease in his heart. Looking at the familiar town gradually coming into view, a sense of hesitation arose in his heart.

With his father's safety on his mind, he could not allow himself to hesitate. In a blur, he rushed towards Qingyang Town at an even faster speed.

"Jingle bells..."

As dawn broke, the familiar sound of blacksmithing echoed from the east end of the town, and Zhou Ping's rapidly running figure gradually came to a stop.

He suppressed his excitement, listened to the familiar hammering sounds from his memory, and slowly walked towards his family's blacksmith shop.

An overwhelming longing for his father welled up within him, a feeling that resonated like a thunderclap in spring, making his heart tremble.

"Looks like I'm not so heartless after all..."

Zhou Ping sighed inwardly, and the slight unease he felt from his previous ruthless decision gradually dissipated.

After confirming that his father was safe and sound, he stopped rushing on his way and instead slowly made his way to the vicinity of the blacksmith's shop, where he secretly observed the place from the shadows.

As he drew closer, he could already sense the faint sounds emanating from his surroundings.

Around the blacksmith's shop, there were at least a dozen figures hiding in the shadows.

Zhou Ping's heart, which had just settled down, tensed up again. These people were hiding here secretly, and they must be after him and the blacksmith's shop.

Could this be Jin Jingtian's doing? It seems he had already arranged for people among his family members, just waiting for an order to directly coerce his father and family.

But man proposes, God disposes. These people probably still don't know that their master has been dead for quite some time.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Zhou Ping used the Floating Shadow Step, wandering around like a shadow. He wanted to find out all the newcomers before deciding how to eliminate them.

Since they dared to come here and threaten his family, he would absolutely not hold back and would have to wipe them all out.

At this moment, Zhou Ping was calm and collected, his eyes flashing with a cold light, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey, quietly lurking in any possible shadow.

Just as he was about to complete the circuit and find all the hidden enemies, an old yet familiar voice came from a high pavilion.

"Young Duan, it's almost dawn. This place should be safe for now. Regardless of whether your young friend can pull through, no one will bother you here anymore."

Ma Liuyun, on the rooftop, glanced subtly at a shadowy patch in the distance before speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Master, what do you mean? What do you mean by 'can we overcome this difficulty'? Why will no one bother us here anymore?"

Duan Yu, standing to the side, was completely baffled and bombarded his cheap master with a series of questions.

Ma Liuyun rubbed his forehead with one hand, looking helpless. His disciple was good at everything, except that he wasn't always quick-witted.

"It's already this late; they should have the results by now. If your young friend has unfortunately passed away, who will care about his family?"

"On the contrary, if he manages to escape alive, he'll definitely have to clean up his mess in order to live a peaceful life. Otherwise, he understands better than you the endless troubles that can follow!"

"Is that clear now? You blockhead! Remember! Whatever you do in the future, either don't do it at all, or go all out, and you have to clean up your own mess!"

Ma Liuyun rattled off all these speculations, pointing at Duan Yu's nose, especially when he talked about wiping his own backside clean, his voice was particularly loud, like a rooster crowing.

"Why are you being so fierce? Are you afraid others won't hear you? We've been completely exposed!"

Duan Yu tilted his head to the side, looking uncomfortable, and Ma Liuyun practically spat all his saliva onto his face.

"Expose yourself? What are you hiding for! With your skills, you'd have been discovered long ago! If an enemy came, they'd already have you shot!"

"Ugh! This is infuriating! Let's call it a day and get out of here!"

Ma Liuyun looked at him with a face full of disappointment and frustration. He sighed heavily and turned to leave without looking back, heading towards the distant street.

"What are you talking about? What did I say wrong? I got a real dressing down... It must be because this old man was upset that I didn't make him tea, so he's taking revenge!"

Duan Yu muttered a few words to himself.

Looking back at the blacksmith shop not far away, and listening to the rhythmic hammering, I felt a little relieved, and then followed along, seemingly understanding but not quite.