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

"We can't return to Canglan Prefecture anytime soon," Lu Chuan shook his head.

The people of Changfeng are inherently treacherous and adept at scheming and plotting. Even Zhenyuan was cunningly annexed by them. Going back alone would definitely not end well for them.

He sat down cross-legged again and continued to regulate his breathing, first restoring himself to his peak condition, and then preparing to see where to settle down. This place was not a safe place, and he had to ensure his condition.

Within the body, the Changchun Gong slowly circulates, circulating throughout the meridians along the practice route.

Several hours later, Lu Chuan slowly opened his eyes.

His complexion was rosy, and his breathing was long and leisurely, indicating that he had recovered to his peak condition.

He took out the map from his pocket and looked around at the area, which he had hardly ever been to, so he didn't know much about it.

This is a map of the area surrounding Canglan Prefecture.

North of Liuhe Ferry on the northern route lies the North Mountain Canyon, which is roughly where he is currently located.

The southern route, Qingshi Town, is separated from Baihe Town by Shuangfeng Mountain. The map marks some mining branches there, and many people from Canglan Prefecture are stationed there.

"We can't go to Qing Shi and Bai He, otherwise we'll have to pass through Cang Lan Prefecture."

"Shiquan Town..."

Lu Chuan stared at the town on the map, pondering for a moment.

This is a town in the southeast, located on the southern outskirts of Shuangfeng Mountain, far from Canglan Prefecture, and the Changfeng Escort Agency rarely uses this route for escorting goods.

"Let's go take a look here."

He saw a path on the map that could bypass Canglan Prefecture and lead directly to Shiquan Town.

Lu Chuan put away the map and walked out of the cave.

Outside, the sun was setting in the west; it was already evening.

As he walked, he made plans in his mind.

In their haste to escape, they didn't even retrieve the bundle on their horse, and there was no way they could go back to get it.

He carried only some pills and powders he had prepared beforehand, a map, and a dozen or so coins with him.

"With this little bit of stuff, it would be difficult to get anywhere," Lu Chuan frowned.

He hadn't expected to be in such a predicament.

Previously, supplies were not a problem within the security escort agency, but that's no longer the case.

As he pondered this, he walked along the path leading out of the forest.

But before they even left the woods, they heard cries for mercy coming from not far away.

"Gentlemen, I have given you all my valuables. I am just an apprentice from the town's pharmacy who comes out to collect herbs. Please let me go."

Ahead, at the end of the woods, near the path.

A herb gatherer in his early twenties, dressed in a simple gray robe, his face bruised and battered, was kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

Two thieves holding machetes stood in front of him.

One was tall and muscular, while the other was thin but also tall.

Seeing this, Lu Chuan frowned.

This world is not peaceful; it is a strange and chaotic place, and thieves are everywhere.

Apart from prefectures like Canglan Prefecture, which are relatively safe, such incidents are not uncommon outside.

He checked the two people's cultivation levels using the panel.

"From basic bone forging to master skin refining..."

Lu Chuan pondered for a moment.

He had originally intended to stand up for what was right, but now it seemed that he was probably no match for him, and that acting rashly would only get him killed.

The less trouble, the better.

He glanced around and prepared to walk out of the woods.

However, the skinny thief had been paying attention to his surroundings and just then spotted Lu Chuan.

He immediately shouted, "Brother, there are still people there!"

The burly thief immediately turned around, glaring and shouting, "Who goes there? Show yourself!"

Lu Chuan frowned and sighed.

The woods here were sparse, making it difficult to hide. Once discovered, there was nothing he could do but straighten up and walk over.

"Gentlemen, I am merely passing through and am on my way to Shiquan Town."

He remained calm, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, and prepared to leave.

However, the skinny thief's eyes darted around, and he whispered, "Brother, this kid looks like he's wearing the uniform of the Zhenyuan Escort Agency, someone from Canglan Prefecture."

"If this kid goes to the pharmacy to complain after he leaves, we'll be in big trouble..."

Upon hearing this, the burly thief's eyes darkened.

He stared at Lu Chuan, carefully examining and sensing him. After realizing Lu Chuan's strength, he grinned.

"A mere Skin Refining Realm kid?"

"If I let you go, will you let me go in the future?"

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the machete, his eyes hardening.

Lu Chuan felt a chill in his heart; these two thieves were not going to let him go.

"I think you should stay!"

Without saying a word, the burly bandit swung his knife with his right hand.

"Whoosh!"

His sword strikes were powerful and heavy, like a thousand pounds, a sword technique with the force of a collapsing mountain, similar to Wang Ying's.

The aura of the Bone Forging Realm erupted, enveloping Lu Chuan.

If it were an ordinary skin-refining martial artist, they would probably be intimidated and panicked instantly.

However, Lu Chuan was, after all, a martial artist who had fought his way out of countless near-death experiences against spirit-level monsters, so this intimidation had no effect on him whatsoever.

He instantly sidestepped, dodging the blow.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his hand, his internal energy in his dantian instantly circulated, and the Iron Wire Fist burst forth, striking straight at the man's heart.

"Heart-piercing hammer!"

"Um?"

The tall thief's eyes narrowed slightly. He hadn't expected Lu Chuan to be unfazed by his intimidation and to act so quickly.

Having no other way to improve his body, he had no choice but to immediately raise his left hand and place it across his chest to block.

"court death!"

A glint of light flashed in Lu Chuan's eyes.

The next moment, his fist slammed into the thief's arm.

The tall thief's eyes revealed a mocking look.

A mere Refining Skin Realm cultivator attempting to break through his defenses?

However, the next moment, Lu Chuan's eyes turned cold.

"through!"

The Iron Wire Fist delivered a penetrating force; an astonishing power twisted into a single thread, piercing directly through his arm and striking his chest with tremendous force.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the tall thief felt a sharp pain in his chest, his face contorted in agony, and he was sent flying backward.

With a thud, he crashed to the ground, his chest throbbing with pain, and he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Swish! Lu Chuan drew his sword.

He used the Wind Step Technique to burst forward, arriving at the thief's side almost instantly. Holding the straight-backed sword in both hands, he suddenly bent down and slashed at the man's neck.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out like a jet of blood, splattering onto the face of the thin thief beside him.

He suddenly felt a warm sensation on his face and smelled a strong stench of blood.

Looking down again, I saw my older brother's body, which had been dismembered.

"ah?!"

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

A martial artist at the Skin Refining Realm killed his elder brother, who was at the Bone Forging Realm, in an instant?!

Lu Chuan straightened up, his expression indifferent.

"I thought there was going to be a bloody battle, but you underestimated me. Who else but you will die?"

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the thin thief.

Upon sensing Lu Chuan's gaze, the man trembled instantly. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Lu Chuan's knife magnified in his pupils.

"Pfft!"

With a swift stroke, the skinny thief's head flew high into the air and rolled to the ground.

Only a headless corpse remained standing in place, its neck gushing blood like a fountain.

Having easily dealt with the two, Lu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood off the knife, lost in thought.

It seems that with his current strength, relying on the penetrating power of the Iron Wire Fist and the combination of his Spirit-Rank Movement Technique, he is now fully capable of killing enemies of higher ranks.

Unless they encounter a meticulous martial artist who also cultivates movement techniques, no one below the peak of bone forging should be his match.

This was his first real fight, and he had underestimated himself.