Martial Arts Immortal Saint: Starting from Feeding Horses and Escorting Goods

"Um?"

Lu Chuan stared intently at it.

This person walks in a very strange and stiff way, like a walking corpse, mechanically and woodenly moving forward.

"Could it be that hunter?"

Lu Chuan's heart skipped a beat. He remembered what Lao Wei had mentioned about this guy. Wasn't he in a sleepwalking state?

Lu Chuan stared intently at the other person.

Through the faint moonlight, he could see the man's face.

His rough skin suggested he was a man who spent years hunting and exposed to the elements.

However, he looked dazed, his eyes were empty, and there was a sense of gloom between his brows.

"That is..."

Lu Chuan's eyes narrowed. This hazy atmosphere was very similar to the ghostly creatures he had encountered before!

Without further hesitation, he immediately checked the person's condition using the martial arts manual panel.

【Target】

Hunter

Realm: None

Status: Resentment has entered the body, mind is clouded (Marked: Summoning)

Characteristics of resentment: sharing the same origin as treacherous accomplices.

The meridians are dormant and have not been activated.

"There is resentment planted within me by a vengeful spirit!"

Lu Chuan's eyes were solemn.

"If a vengeful spirit is planted in a target, it will actively seek out a marked location when it manifests, and then the vengeful spirit will drain the life force of the martial artist at that marked location?"

He seemed to have figured it out; no wonder so many of the problems involved martial artists from other places.

It turns out that there are evil spirits here who can find out about the town during the day and then come here at night driven by their resentment.

"Is it another ghost story?"

Lu Chuan frowned; this was more troublesome than he had imagined.

With his current level of skill, he is no match for the treacherous creature.

If he were truly marked, and if the evil spirits arrived soon, with Master He not around, he, Song Huan, and Gong Tie would all be doomed.

"No, we have to stop him from planting the mark beforehand!"

Lu Chuan had made up his mind.

Only by stopping this person in advance can we have a chance to block the signs and prevent the evil spirits from coming.

"Whoosh!"

Without saying a word, he leaped out of the second-floor window and landed steadily on the ground.

He activated the Wind-Treading Technique, channeling his inner energy into his legs, and his figure swiftly surged forward.

In just a few breaths, he traversed dozens of meters and arrived in front of the hunter.

The hunter continued walking forward, seemingly oblivious.

"Stop."

Lu Chuan snorted coldly, raised his hand, and delivered a swift chop to the hunter's neck.

In an instant, the hunter's eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Where is the resentment sown?"

Lu Chuan stared at the man's body, stroking his chin in thought.

He crouched down, raised his hand and felt around on the hunter's body, using his inner strength to probe into the man's body, trying to find the location of the resentment.

Finally, he noticed something unusual in the person's dantian area.

The internal force probed in, but was blocked outside; it was the same resentment energy that originated from the same source as the treacherous courier killed earlier.

This mark of resentment took root in the dantian and extended all the way to the center of the eyebrows, controlling the person's mind.

"Can it be dispelled?"

Lu Chuan attempted to use the Everlasting Spring Technique to continuously channel energy into the man's dantian, gradually dispelling the resentment of the evil spirit.

"Fortunately, it's just a mark of resentment, and it's still shallow, so there's still hope. If this person were to become the core of a demon's resentment, then it would be too late."

Lu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now you shouldn't be able to find this place, right?"

He was worried and dared not make any promises.

Even if the ghost is returned, it should have been delayed for quite some time.

Without further hesitation, Lu Chuan immediately woke the man up, sent him back, and then returned to the inn.

"Master He sent word earlier that he would be back today and staying at the inn. Why hasn't he returned yet?"

If Master He were here, he would feel much more at ease. After all, Master He's strength is at the Meridian Opening Realm, and he can restrain the evil spirits by himself, or even kill them.

But right now, he and a few other body-refining level warriors are the only ones in the inn. If the evil spirits come, they will be almost helpless.

"Knock knock knock".

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Lu, has something happened?"

Song Huan couldn't sleep. She had just heard some noises and came to ask about it, feeling a little uneasy.

Lu Chuan remained inside the house without getting up. He said in a low voice, "Go back to sleep, lock the door, and don't go out if you hear any noise."

"Okay, I'll go back now." Song Huan turned and went back to her room.

Lu Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed.

He neither rested nor practiced his skills.

At this moment, he could only close his eyes and rest, keeping himself constantly vigilant.

Time passed slowly, and the night seemed very long.

"Hiss!"

A sharp neighing of a horse pierced the night.

Lu Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, his face showing surprise.

That was the neighing of the yellow horse he was riding; he had never heard it cry out like that before.

"broken!"

He leaped to the window and looked out at the street.

The streets, which were originally quite clear under the hazy moonlight, were now shrouded in a layer of hazy gray mist.

At the end of the street, a human-shaped figure in ink was slowly drifting towards them.

【Target】

Qigui (low-grade spirit-level resentment body)

Location of vital point: three inches from the throat

The flow of resentment: It spreads outward from the core of life, and its flow slows down when disturbed by yang energy.

Mark of Resentment: Originating from the Ghostly Tales of Desolate Villages

Status: Searching for target

"So it really is from the same origin as that ghost?" Lu Chuan's heart sank.

A low-grade Spirit Rank, this level of treacherous spirit is several realms higher than him.

He and Master He had worked together to narrowly kill one of them.

There is absolutely no chance of winning if we fight.

"What should we do?" Lu Chuan asked with an extremely serious expression.

He suddenly remembered the rumors that this monster only absorbed vital energy, causing martial artists to become weak and have a fever for several days, but there was no record of it being directly drained to death.

"Damn it, so be it. It's better than being killed outright." Lu Chuan gritted his teeth.

If this ghost were to kill someone, it would not hesitate to urge the others to flee, but fortunately it didn't.

So he decided not to resist at all; the only way to survive was to pretend he knew nothing!

So he went straight back to bed, tried to suppress his heartbeat, and lay down as if he were asleep.

Not long after I lay down, the same gray haze that filled the house slowly, just like the haze on the street.

The next moment, the body of the ghost slowly materialized from within.

It had only a human-shaped outline, its body surging with gray-black energy, and two crimson spots on its head, like blood-red eyes, looking at Lu Chuan on the bed.

Lu Chuan was shocked. This ghost was too fast. Even if he tried to escape, he probably wouldn't be able to. Playing dead was the best option.

However, things didn't go as planned.

Upon seeing Lu Chuan's face, the vengeful spirit's resentment surged even more intensely, emanating a tangible wave of resentment.

"It really was you!"

A sinister voice instantly entered Lu Chuan's ears, causing his heart to sink.

This was the first time he had ever heard a strange sound, and it gave him goosebumps all over.

Moreover, what do you mean by "it really was him"? This bastard knows me?!

"I want you dead!"

Lu Chuan could clearly feel the intense resentment and murderous intent emanating from the madman, which sent chills down his spine.

"Fuck you!"

He suddenly sprang up, unhesitatingly activating the Wind-Treading Technique, channeling his inner energy into his feet, and leaped from the bed to the window.

With a whoosh, he jumped out of the window, cursing under his breath.

Didn't we agree to only absorb vital essence? Why are you trying to kill me when it's my turn?!