Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 640: The Battlefield

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When ordinary people encounter miracles, what kind of circumstances do they usually find themselves in? What kind of mood do they have? What do they say?

Dao Wuyi has been sitting in the same place for nearly a month and has hardly left the house during this period. He originally planned that this practice would last at least half a year, or even longer.

The so-called practice is to let yourself go through a series of tests of thinking and put your soul into incredible situations - just like just waking up and suddenly finding yourself in a foreign country.

Although I can’t put my finger on what’s special about it, the impression is very real.

Then, a miracle happened.

"By the way, how long has it been since I last slept?"

Dao Wuyi thought about the first time he encountered a miracle. His memory was vague, but the feeling was still clear. He was surprised by the magical effect of the "blood of the witch", but he was not ecstatic. He even felt that it was nothing.

What attracted him to join the Taiping Dao was the practice of longevity by not sleeping!
“I am a miracle.”

Dao Wuyi responded like this when faced with a miracle.

Taoist longevity methods changed his world, turning him into a traveler without leaving his home.

Suddenly, a disciple came running outside the door.

"Master, there is a swordsman who claims to have brought a 'Xianbei witch' and wants to present it to you! I was afraid it was a trap, so I didn't let him in. He rushed in and killed and injured more than a dozen people!"

Dao Wuyi said: "Could it be Bai Feng? Quick, send someone to the palace to report!"

Before he could finish his words, the swordsman broke through the door. Seeing the fierce force coming, the Taiping Dao disciple immediately drew his sword and shouted angrily: "Protect the master!"

Dao Wuyi said: "Find a way to leave first, I will hold him back!"

"Disciple obeys your command!" After saying that, he dodged and escaped through the window.

The swordsman looked around and confirmed that it was safe, then he welcomed a woman.

"Bai Feng, do you think you can succeed by breaking in and killing me?" Dao Wuyi finished speaking, and the swordsman smiled and said, "Master Yuquan, why don't you take a closer look first?"

The woman was forced by the swordsman to take off all her clothes. Finally, she stood naked in front of Dao Wuyi with her hands around her body.

Covered in bruises.

"Is this true?" Dao Wuyi couldn't believe it: "Witch, a real witch! Then who are you..."

The swordsman smiled and said, "Anyway, I have already brought the person here. It doesn't matter who I am. But Taoist Yuquan just sent someone to report. Does he want others to take the credit?"

Dao Wuyi made a prompt decision: "Come here, call back the disciple who just went to report the news!"

"That's right. If it were me, I wouldn't want others to take a piece of the spoils." The swordsman threw the clothes on the ground back to the woman: "Put them on."

Dao Wuyi stared at the woman with eyes wide open, almost popping out of their heads, and asked, "Are you the witch Murong Yan?"

"Yes." Murong Yan nodded, and the swordsman beside her echoed, "It's genuine."

"You all, come together." Dao Wuyi said.

The swordsman put the sword on Murong Yan's shoulder and threatened her to come in front of Dao Wuyi. The swordsman wore a bamboo hat and his identity was mysterious, while Murong Yan wore a light bathrobe and was barefoot, as if she was kidnapped from her sleep.

Soon, many Taiping Daoists came to investigate the situation. They surrounded the swordsman and prevented him from moving forward. The swordsman said contemptuously, "Master Yuquan, this is not what we agreed on. Didn't you want to verify my identity? Since you don't trust me so much, I have no choice but to kill this woman now and then flee far away so that you can never find her again."

Dao Wuyi was just hesitating when he saw a flash of white light and the swordsman raised his sword high and was about to kill him!
"Stop!" Dao Wuyi said to all the disciples, "All of you retreat, let me talk to this knight alone. Remember, today's events are not allowed to be spread to others! Anyone who disobeys the order will be expelled from Taiping Dao forever."

The Taiping Daoists said in unison: "Yes!"

The siege was lifted and the crowd dispersed. The swordsman brought Murong Yan to Dao Wuyi and watched them sit down face to face.

Murong Yan said: "Dao Wuyi, do you know Luo Pengfei, Lord Luo?"

Murong Yan, who was clearly unsteady and trembling just now, seemed like a different person in the blink of an eye. As the words came out of Dao Wuyi's mouth, the swordsman beside him neatly chopped off three of Dao Wuyi's fingers and then stuffed the sword into his mouth.

"Answer all of Yan'er's questions honestly, and I will help you stop the bleeding. If you dare to shout, you will die immediately." The swordsman's sinister smile was looming, and Dao Wuyi was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe.

"I don't know him." Dao Wuyi said, "I've never heard of this name."

Murong Yan sighed in disappointment, and then her tone became more casual: "Dao Wuyi, Dao Wuyi, you have been seeking immortality for so many years, is it really useful? Life is a very fragile thing. Maybe if the tip of the sword goes a little deeper, your life will be gone."

"Witch, it's not your turn to judge whether it's useful or not!" Dao Wuyi said rudely, and the swordsman stabbed the sword into his mouth again.

Murong Yan told the swordsman not to be impatient and continued, "Let me explain it to you. Not only do you know Luo Pengfei, but you were also sworn brothers. You practiced this immortality method not for immortality, but for 'not sleeping'."

"Why? What could make a person never dare to sleep again?" Murong Yan took out her small dagger and slashed Dao Wuyi's face twice: "It's quite sharp."

The swordsman put away his sword and said to Dao Wuyi: "I'll give you one last chance. If the truth comes out of our mouths, you will not be able to survive."

"I have no idea what nonsense you are talking about!" Dao Wuyi covered his severed finger, his face ferocious but without any room for resistance.

Murong Yan sighed and said, "Alas, if Master Su hadn't overheard your dream talk, the world would probably never be able to see your true face in this lifetime."

"Master Yuquan never dares to sleep, precisely because he is afraid of talking in his sleep!" Seeing Dao Wuyi sweating profusely, Murong Yan knew that what he said was correct, and spoke more confidently and calmly: "Back then, Luo Pengfei was accused of treason and imprisoned, but it was actually to take the blame for you! And how did Luo Pengfei know that you wanted to rebel? Yes, it was also talking in your sleep. In order not to expose your true intentions, you chose to enter the Taoist temple to practice, so that you can legitimately stay awake, accumulate reputation, and prepare for future rebellion."

Murong Yan personally moved the sword away and ordered Dao Wuyi, asking, "Tell me, has Lord Luo's daughter Mei Xinghe been captured by you?"

"I do not have."

The swordsman said sarcastically, "He is still lying. Yan'er, don't be kind to this kind of person."

Murong Yan pointed the dagger at Dao Wuyi's chest and continued to ask, "Did my sister, Hua Ruyi, become like this because she was bewitched by you guys?"

"Hehe, each of us follows our own way, just to make ourselves live happier. In the final analysis, there is no difference between the Taiping Dao and you."

After hearing this, Murong Yan felt furious. However, when she thought of her sister's death in her hands, she frowned and said angrily, "I am different from you! If Sima Tu knew your true intention, would he still be willing to keep you in Taiping Dao? Without Taiping Dao as a cover, you will surely die! You are a group of jackals and tigers. For your own sake, you are willing to sacrifice everything around you and sacrifice all your close relatives and friends!"

The dagger hanging over my heart has not fallen yet.

Murong Yan still chose to look back.

"Brother Feng, let's go." She said, "I already know where Miss Mei is."

Bai Feng pushed up her bamboo hat and asked, "You know it before I even ask? You are worthy of being the Saint Lady. Then there is no need for this person to live."

"Wait, wait, let me tell you!?" Before Dao Wuyi could finish his words, the man's head had been cut off.

Bai Feng threw away the blood-stained hat and walked out of the house with Murong Yan. Members of the Taiping Dao were waiting outside the door.