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In the mud alleys outside Xuanni City, the strong stench of sourness could not mask the stench of blood on the ground.

Old Zhang was covered in sweat, his hands gripping the heavy black iron boots tightly as he retreated step by step towards the backyard.

The body, clad in heavy armor, was too heavy to guard.

The old man's withered chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath.

These few dozen steps were made of extremely rough muddy ground, which rubbed against the guards' heavy armor, creating great resistance.

Old Zhang's back was nearly broken. His joints made a cracking sound as if he couldn't bear the strain.

Sweat streamed down his wrinkled face, splashing into the dirty puddles on the ground.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, dragging the body to the dark cellar in the backyard.

With a push of both hands, the body rolled down the tunnel and crashed to the bottom with a dull thud.

Old Zhang collapsed to his knees in the mud, roughly pulled over the heavy wooden planks beside him, and covered the cellar entrance completely.

Two blood-stained hands grabbed some yellow mud from the side, preparing to seal the gaps in the wooden planks that would let in the smell.

Right at this critical juncture.

A messy head suddenly peeked out from behind the half-collapsed mud wall next to them.

It was Li Laosi, the man who sold firewood next door.

This man was notoriously timid and cowardly in the alley. Usually, if the guards raised their whips even slightly, he wouldn't dare to utter a word and would just shrink back and take the beating.

Right now, Li Laosi was perched on the wall, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the cellar cover.

Old Zhang's heart leaped into his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably as he swallowed.

The old man tossed aside the yellow mud in his hand. His right hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbing the blunt iron hoe next to him, stained with brains and blood.

He straightened up and raised his head. His two old eyes were fixed on Li Laosi on the wall, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes without any attempt to hide it.

As long as this spineless coward dares to open his mouth and utter even half a word.

That heavy hoe would definitely split his skull open.

On the top of the wall, Li Laosi's legs trembled violently in mid-air. The dry clods of mud on the wall fell down with a rustling sound as he shook them.

Despite Zhang Laozhang's murderous intent, Li Laosi did not turn and run away.

He suddenly shut his mouth tightly.

He aimed his upper and lower teeth at the tip of his tongue and bit down hard.

The rusty taste exploded in his mouth, and the excruciating pain forced his terrified mind to instantly clear.

Li Laosi didn't utter a single cry; instead, he braced himself against the dilapidated mud wall with both hands.

With extremely stiff movements, he climbed over the wall and jumped into Old Zhang's yard.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he picked up the bundle of dry firewood in the corner that he usually couldn't bear to burn.

He remained completely silent throughout.

Li Laosi, carrying firewood, scrambled and crawled to the cellar.

He piled the dry firewood in his hands very tightly on the cover, directly blocking the fresh yellow mud and the cracks in the wood.

After doing all this, Li Laosi's hands and feet were still trembling.

He turned around, lunged at the earthen stove beside him, and grabbed a handful of rough wood ash.

Following the blood groove left by Old Zhang dragging the corpse, they directly sprinkled the wood ash on it.

The two didn't even need to communicate verbally.

Old Zhang came to his senses, immediately threw away his hoe, and grabbed the mud.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, used both hands and feet to frantically rub and cover up every trace in the yard.

The wood ash and yellow mud were mixed together, completely burying the bloodstains on the ground.

They covered up the last bit of evidence.

Li Laosi collapsed into the mud pit, utterly exhausted.

His hands, covered in dust, were twisted together so tightly that his knuckles were bloodless.

Li Laosi, panting heavily, looked up at Zhang Laozhang.

He lowered his voice, his tone trembling uncontrollably and filled with suppressed hatred.

"Old man..."

Li Laosi pointed to the pile of dry firewood.

"Good riddance."

Old Zhang stood there, stunned.

Li Laosi clenched his teeth so tightly they clicked.

"My husband's leg was just broken by them."

"The bone fragments are all exposed on the outside."

"They don't treat us like human beings..."

The muddy alleys of the outer city in the past.

It's common for ordinary people to betray each other and trample on each other over half a moldy piece of coarse bread.

No one dared to show the slightest dissatisfaction towards the cultivators' lackeys.

But yesterday.

The 30,000-jin (15,000 kg) town-guarding stele in the inner city of Xuanni City collapsed with a loud crash.

That deafening roar shattered the mental constraints imposed on these lowly ants.

The lofty authority of the immortal sect was torn apart by that shirtless young man with a single punch and kick.

The fear that these ants once held so deeply in their hearts finally cracked open with a horribly gruesome gash.

Since even immortals can be killed by being smashed on the head.

Why can't those lackeys be killed?

It wasn't just Li Laosi.

In the muddy main alley outside the courtyard gate.

A beggar who usually has to beg for food by leaning against the wall, and who is blind in one eye.

He stood up, which was extremely unusual for him.

He was hunched over, dragging a rotten straw mat covered in excrement and fleas.

Step by step, silently, they dragged the straw mat, which reeked of an extreme stench, to the front of Old Zhang's courtyard gate, which was shattered into several pieces.

He hung the rotten mat on the threshold.

It completely blocked any outside gazes into the courtyard.

At this moment, the ordinary people at the bottom of the outer city's mud alleys formed an extremely secret alliance of resistance.

The other end of the mud alley.

The guard commander in charge of collecting taxes stood on a relatively clean bluestone slab.

He weighed the money bag he had just stolen in his hand, the silver clattering against it.

The commander's brows furrowed deeply.

The guards responsible for the end of this alley have been out of contact for half an hour.

Normally, it wouldn't take this long to extract any benefits from these mortals and ants.

The commander drew his magical longsword from his waist with a backhand motion.

A sharp aura of true energy emanated from the blade.

He pointed deep into the alley and shouted an order.

"Surround down all those courtyards at the very back!"

"Go in and search!"

A large number of guards clad in heavy black iron armor drew their weapons and pounced into the alley like wolves and tigers.

The tattered straw mat that the blind beggar had hung on the door was violently kicked away by the leading guard.

More than a dozen guards smashed open the broken wooden door and rushed into Old Zhang's yard.

The steel spearhead was aimed at the mud and debris in the yard, and it began to poke wildly.

Old Zhang and Old Li huddled in the corner.

The two lowered their heads, pretending to be terrified, their bodies trembling.

A guard carrying a spear strode over to the pile of dry wood in the corner.

He gripped the spear shaft tightly and thrust it fiercely down into the pile of dry firewood.

"when!"

The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the firewood, scraping against the wooden planks of the cellar below, producing a dull grating sound.

The tip of the spear was just three inches away from the gruesome corpse beneath the wooden plank.

Old Zhang held his breath, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat from his worn-out thin coat.

He gripped his trouser legs tightly with both hands.

Just as the guard was about to reach out and pry open the firewood to see what was going on...

Li Laosi, who was huddled to the side, suddenly jumped up.

He turned around and picked up the two wooden buckets that had just been put away in the corner of the yard.

The two buckets were filled with pungent and foul-smelling night-scented excrement.

Li Laosi pretended to be terrified by the government troops and wanted to run away.

He picked up his load and rushed to the middle of the yard.

My foot suddenly slipped in an extremely exaggerated way.

The two heavy wooden barrels lost their balance and crashed directly onto the bluestone slab in the center of the courtyard.

"Splash!"

A large amount of yellow and black fecal water splashed out on the spot.

It was spilled all over the yard.

An extremely pungent stench exploded in the narrow courtyard.

Several guards who were nearby had their black iron boots and the edges of their armor immediately stained with murky yellow grime.

The guard commander happened to walk to the outside of the courtyard gate.

A nauseating stench assaulted my senses, hitting me right in the head.

The leader originally knew the breathing techniques of cultivators.

But he felt that deliberately circulating the true essence in his dantian for the sake of a few mortal ants' dilapidated cellars would be a disgrace to his immortal arts.

This arrogant and condescending attitude made him completely disdainful of wasting even a fraction of his spiritual energy in the muddy alley.

The commander retreated several large steps in disgust and frantic retreat.

He covered his mouth and nose tightly with his left hand.

"Stop!"

"Stop flipping!"

The commander pointed at the people in the courtyard and shouted angrily.

"It stinks! A bunch of peasants, making nothing but disgusting stuff!"

The search was abruptly interrupted by the splattered excrement.

The guards, who had been smeared with dirt, pinched their noses and retreated to the courtyard gate in disgust.

The commander stood a few feet away, with one hand free.

He took out a bronze array plate from the storage bag at his waist.

This is a blood-finding compass specifically designed to detect fluctuations in blood energy.

He looked down at the surface of the altar.

The red copper needle that guides the way is firmly and steadily positioned in the very center.

There wasn't even the slightest tremor.

The commander snorted coldly.

He had no idea.

Next to the corpse in the cellar, a piece of debris that had fallen from the town's road monument lay quietly.

The rough, ancient rock patterns on the wreckage had long since absorbed all the blood and qi that had flowed from the guard.

Let alone this low-level Bloodseeking Disc.

Even if he personally used his divine sense, he couldn't detect the slightest trace of blood in the cellar.

Blood and Qi were completely blocked.

"That good-for-nothing Li Mazi must have taken the money to go drinking and carousing in the inner city."

The commander cursed a few times.

He disgustedly stuffed the Blood-Seeking Disc back into his storage bag.

"I'm poor and lowly, and staying in this godforsaken place will even cause my magical artifacts to mold."

The commander waved his hand.

Accompanied by a dozen guards, he left the muddy alley, cursing and swearing.

The sound of heavy leather boots breaking through puddles faded into the distance as they walked away.

Until you can't hear a sound at all.

Both Zhang Laozhang and Li Laosi collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

The two men, their backs soaked through, leaned heavily against the moldy mud wall.

The chest heaved violently.

After catching his breath a few times.

In the quiet courtyard, a muffled laugh, extremely suppressed, suddenly rang out.

The two dared not laugh out loud, and could only muffle their voices in their throats.

He laughed so hard his shoulders twitched.

He laughed so hard that tears mixed with the mud on his face streamed down his cheeks.

happy.

It was incredibly pleasurable.

Old Zhang slowly raised his hands.

Looking down at the two hands covered in yellow mud, wood ash, and dried blood.

He raised his head, his voice extremely hoarse.

"Fourth brother."

Old Zhang spread his hands out and raised them in the air.

"Our hands aren't just for digging."

Li Laosi stopped chuckling.

He turned to look at Old Man Zhang.

Old Zhang slowly withdrew his hand.

He reached inside the tattered cotton-padded jacket that had been torn by the whip.

Under Li Laosi's astonished gaze.

The old man took out the cold, black fragment of the Daoist stele.

The unusual, oppressive feeling emanating from the surface of the fragments made the surrounding air feel even more stifling.

Old Zhang handed the black stone to Old Li.

That old face, full of wrinkles.

All humility and cowardice have been completely swept away.

The ruthlessness emanating from the depths of his two old eyes was colder than the icy ridges of the coldest winter.

Even immortals bleed.

Old Zhang's withered lips opened and closed, uttering words with exceptional clarity.

"That guy from yesterday saved up some offspring for us."