I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 200 I'm going to scatter the ashes of your sect's ancestors.
The two ghouls posed a considerable threat.

Last time, the Daoist nun Yulong perished along with them.

The outcome of mutual destruction can be interpreted in many ways.

The most straightforward way is to exchange one's life for another.

This is also the most helpless choice.

With Bai Xuan's help, Yu Long was not successfully ambushed this time, and with someone to share the pressure, her chances of winning were obviously much higher than last time.

however……

In less than thirty seconds of fighting, Yu Long lost an arm. She paid the price for two corpse demons whose heads were chopped off by Bai Xuan.

Bai Xuan really wanted to ask if it was worth it, but when he looked down, he didn't want to ask anything anymore.

The Daoist nun Yulong gave a soft, bitter laugh: "Are you wondering why I'm risking my life?"

She lifted her clothes, revealing a wound on her calf, a tooth mark, clearly left after being bitten.

Bai Xuan sighed: "When were you bitten?"

“Last night, I tried several kinds of medicine, and today I feel that I have basically lost all feeling in this leg.” Daoist Yulong said calmly, “Once a wound is left, one will basically not live for long.”

Bai Xuan asked, "You are a Grandmaster, so why were you bitten by an infected person?"

Human teeth cannot penetrate the protective aura of a grandmaster.

“At the time, we were burying the dead, so we didn’t notice the corpse turning into a zombie,” Yulong Daoist explained softly. “Moreover, my cultivation method is quite special. There is a fixed day every month when I cannot use my true energy for about six hours.”

She knew she was going to die, which is why she revealed these secrets without reservation.

Bai Xuan asked, "Is this your biggest secret, and no one else knows it?"

Yulong Daoist nun slowly shook her head: "I don't know why you're curious, but if you want to know my biggest secret, come closer and I'll tell you."

Bai Xuan approached, bent down, and leaned closer.

She suddenly grabbed Bai Xuan's shoulder with one hand: "Do you know that if I bite you now, you'll die with me?"

Bai Xuan: "Of course I know."

"You are not afraid?"

"I'm not afraid." Bai Xuan's eyes were quite calm: "More than that, I want to know your secret."

"You want to know the secrets of a dying man like me? What do you plan to do?"

"If I see you again, maybe I can use it to gain your trust."

"..." Daoist Yulong was speechless, then laughed. She lowered her hand and said lightly, "I am the illegitimate daughter of the previous generation's Holy Son of the Lingqing Sect. This secret is known only to me in the world."

Bai Xuan asked in surprise, "Then why did you come here?"

“I was picked up by the sect leader.” Daoist Yulong’s voice grew even lower. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly, “If… I mean, if you can still see me, as long as you tell me this secret, I will believe you.”

"Trust me? Or kill me?"

"I will kill you," Yu Long said. "So, you need to add two more words—"

"what?"

"Call me sister," said the Daoist nun Yulong with a smile. "Perhaps I'll believe you're my younger brother..."

She gripped Bai Xuan's sword and pointed it at her neck: "Do it before I completely lose my mind."

Bai Xuan remained silent, and as she closed her eyes, he swung his sword down.

"See you next time."

Sheath your sword.

Bai Xuan stepped over the corpses and arrived at the entrance to the secret realm.

The moment they arrived, a dark shadow fell from the sky, its ferocious flames instantly engulfing their vision.

Fan Qingshuang, who was still trying to open the entrance array of the secret realm, was engulfed by the fierce flames, and Chu Binghe crashed into the mountain path, covered in blood.

Bai Xuan knew that it was pointless to do anything now.

He simply stood still and waited for the ferocious flames to engulf him.

However, this time I didn't feel the approach of death.

Because the next moment, his surroundings changed dramatically.

Darkness came from afar, sweeping across quickly... In that instant of alternating black and white, he returned to the mountain forest where white mist drifted.

I actually survived this time?

However, it was still forced to restart.

In the mountains and forests where white mist drifts.

Bai Xuan woke up Fan Qingshuang, who had just experienced death, but because it happened so quickly, she barely felt anything.

“My familiarity with formations is improving,” Fan Qingshuang said.

"Can it speed things up?"

"About two or three breaths."

"How much more is needed after that last time?"

"At least thirty breaths."

"It's already quite remarkable that Chu Binghe alone could hold off the Heavenly Demon for over sixty seconds, but that's the limit... Let me tell you about the information I just received."

Bai Xuan and Fan Qingshuang shared their findings from this trip.

Knowing the hidden identity of Daoist Yulong, and gaining her trust.

With the help of Daoist Yulong, it might be easier to activate the secret realm formation ahead of schedule.

Fan Qingshuang nodded: "This time we should be able to gain Yulong's trust, which will give us a better chance."

"It's possible, but we can't make it clear for now; we need to find a suitable time."

"opportunity?"

“That’s right, timing…” Bai Xuan explained, “Put yourself in their shoes. If you had a very good friend, would you betray your sect for them?”

Fan Qingshuang tilted her head: "I don't have any good friends."

Bai Xuan said helplessly, "This is just a hypothetical situation." "I don't understand."

Bai Xuan rephrased the question, asking, "Then... if it were for my sake, would you betray your sect?"

As soon as he said this, Bai Xuan realized that it might be ambiguous. Just as he was about to speak, he turned around and saw for the first time on Fan Qing Shuang's face a change in expression that could be described as 'the left and right hemispheres of the brain are locked in a struggle to the point of exhaustion'.

The usually expressionless dried fruit girl experienced for the first time what it meant to be caught in a dilemma, to the point that her ability to control her expression completely failed.

"Stop, don't think about it too seriously." Bai Xuan quickly pressed one hand on her head to forcefully cool her down: "I was just giving an example, I didn't really mean for you to do it."

Fan Qingshuang exhaled, her flushed face slowly cooling down. She washed her face in the nearby mountain spring, which cooled her down again, but her expression revealed a hint of resentment.

While Bai Xuan found it amusing, he also realized that this animal-like girl had placed him in a very important position, to the point that she was causing her left and right brains to fight each other, and she was hitting herself.

"Yu Long will never betray the sect."

Bai Xuan concluded: "Even if she gained her trust, she would never betray the White Plum Sect for a stranger."

"Therefore, we must make her realize that we are not here to break up the White Plum Faction, but to join it."

Fan Qingshuang tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Bai Xuan simply summarized: "What I mean is, it's time for us to change our identities."

……

Once again, we arrived at the gate of the White Plum Sect.

The familiar peephole, the familiar question.

"Who are you two?"

Bai Xuan: "I am Peony from the Hundred Herbs Sect."

Fan Qingshuang: "Fan Qingshuang has no affiliation with any sect or school, but has come to join the White Plum Sect."

When you go out, your identity is given by yourself.

……

Four hundred years ago, the Hundred Herbs Sect had not yet fully split into the Suspended Pot Sect and the Snake King Valley.

Decades later, the debate over medicine and poison intensified, coupled with the conflict between the Northern and Southern Dynasties. The Northern Dynasty's repeated failed invasions of the south eventually led to the gradual stabilization of its regime by adopting Qin-style practices, which laid the foundation for the establishment of Snake King Valley.

Currently, when disciples of the Hundred Herbs Sect travel outside, they still use the self-designations from the Qin Dynasty, which are divided into four levels, from low to high: Peony, Salvia miltiorrhiza, Ganoderma lucidum, and Polygonum multiflorum.

Even the peony-level disciples are the lowest rank... Why not pretend to be a higher-ranking one? Because Bai Xuan is too young, and higher-ranking ones aren't disciples; they're either elders or guest elders, all with identification documents, making it difficult to impersonate them.

As for Fan Qingshuang's identity, just say she belongs to no sect or faction, because the White Plum Sect will definitely ask about it, and you can make up any story you want then.

Bai Xuan already knew the secret techniques of the Hundred Herbs Sect, and with his excellent medical skills, he was more than capable of impersonating a peony.

He also discovered that his identity hardly aroused any suspicion... At most, someone asked why he didn't bring a first-aid kit, and he simply replied, "It was stolen," and then moved on.

Bai Xuan was carrying nothing, not even a weapon, which made it seem as if he had been robbed.

Fan Qingshuang faced more questions. When she was questioned alone, she was taught by Bai Xuan to say she didn't know if she didn't know how to answer.

There was a master who taught her swordsmanship and martial arts, but he recently passed away, leaving a will that she should come to the White Plum Sect.

He met Bai Xuan while traveling in the martial arts world, and they traveled together.

The simpler the lie, the more flawless it is.

With Fan Qingshuang's talent, she will surely be valued. Whether her lies will be exposed is not important.

As expected... Chu Binghe showed up immediately after receiving the news.

In times of peace and order, it is difficult to find outstanding disciples, let alone in chaotic times where human life is as worthless as grass.

Countless talented individuals who should have become famous have had their wings clipped before they could realize their full potential.

During this process, Bai Xuan did not stay with Fan Qingshuang. He went around treating patients and saving lives, and trying to build up his basic goodwill towards her.

Meanwhile, during a casual conversation with several female disciples of the White Plum Sect who were assisting him, he revealed that his travels to various sects in the martial arts world were for two purposes.

The first thing was to find people; the second thing was to investigate the outbreak of the plague and to come up with a preliminary solution.

Then, as night fell, someone came to the door.

It was none other than the Daoist nun Yulong.

This is the third time the two sides have met.

A familiar look flashed in Bai Xuan's eyes, a change in expression that Yu Long also noticed.

"You just asked, what methods are there to prevent the plague?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

“It’s very simple…” Bai Xuan composed himself and then offered a permanent solution: “Burn!”

"If you burn all the corpses to ashes, and they all turn into ashes, how can they still harm people?"

The nun Yulong suddenly realized: "That is indeed a solution."

Bai Xuan reminded him, "Simply burning the bodies of those who have just died is not enough."

"What do you mean?" Daoist Yulong turned around.

“Any dead person could become a plague-infected ghoul,” Bai Xuan stated bluntly. “All corpses must be burned to ashes.”

He emphasized: "All of them, corpses!"

Yu Long thought for a moment, then her expression changed drastically: "Even those that have been buried?"

"No corpse can be left in the entire White Plum Sect," Bai Xuan emphasized. "Any corpse left behind could potentially turn into a ghoul."

Translate this to mean: I'm going to scatter all the ashes of your sect's ancestors!

“But those who lie buried here are our brothers and sisters and teachers…” Of course, the nun Yulong would question this. This was about digging up and burning the buried corpses. Digging up people’s graves was even more immoral than kicking a widow’s door. Not to mention feudal times, even in modern times, people would still be criticized.

The dead are the greatest.

Into the ground is safe.

"Then it must be burned even more." Bai Xuan stared at the nun Yulong without any compassion and said in a deep voice, "The higher the cultivation level of a person, the greater the threat they pose once they transform into a corpse demon, unless they have completely turned into bones. It will be a disaster for the entire White Plum Sect!"

"Is it for the safety of the White Plum Faction, to bear the infamy and burn the corpses; or is it to avoid condemnation for a while, to go against one's conscience and pretend to know nothing?"

"You decide for yourself who is right and who is wrong!"

(End of this chapter)