I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 36 I Have a Local's Path

"I am just a delicate little woman, lost in the mountains all by myself. Could you give me a ride? Oh, oh, oh..."

Beside the mountain path, red sleeves sway lightly.

The voice sounded like crying.

At ordinary times, a passing caravan would probably feel sympathy and pity for this woman when they saw her.

After all, this woman is very beautiful. She relies on her face when she goes out. Human beings are creatures that judge people by their looks. If you are beautiful, you can do whatever you want.

Bai Xuan once asked his beautiful mother why she would fall for his father, who was obviously a gigolo and a loser. The latter replied lightly, "He is handsome. Even if I am angry, I won't be angry when I see his face."

It is true that beautiful people have higher natural human rights, but there should also be a limit.

If it goes too far, you need to think about whether the gorgeous appearance is to hide some unspeakable ugliness.

Even at first glance, you can't tell his age from his appearance.

Compare this to the deer in the carriage. This one is actually in his twenties, with skin so smooth that you can pinch water out of it.

The collagen on the face of the woman in red seems to be no less than that of a deer, but she doesn't give people the feeling of being youthful and immature that a girl should have.

Even Lin Jiaolu, a young woman with little experience in the martial arts world, cast a skeptical glance. Those who frequented the martial arts world knew that there were three types of people you absolutely shouldn't mess with without first understanding their true nature: women, children, and the elderly.

"There's a problem..." she whispered.

At this time and this place, a beautiful woman appeared here. She was either a female ghost or a master.

"Don't panic, this is a big problem."

Bai Xuan casually glanced around and found many obvious suspicious points.

Although she was in the mountains, her clothes were clean and she was standing barefoot without wearing any shoes, but there was no mud on her skirt or feet.

This proved that the woman in red had reached the level where she could use her cultivation to isolate filth. For ordinary warriors, this would naturally be a waste of their own energy, but for top masters, it was like a top miner who owned an entire gold mountain. How could they care about a handful of gold sand that slipped through their fingers?

It is not worth celebrating that she saw through the flaw. It is precisely because she did not try to hide it that is the most terrifying thing.

Because she doesn't care about being seen through.

Because she is absolutely sure of control.

This woman...

Bai Xuan stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point: "Are you here for the Sword Immortal's remains?"

The Holy Maiden of the Spiritual Sect probably didn't expect the other party to be so direct, so she said tactfully: "I just..."

"You're not even willing to tear your clothes and get some mud on your face and trouser legs. If you're such a heavy idol, why bother with all the drama?" Bai Xuan said calmly, "We're all thousand-year-old foxes, why are we playing Liao Zhai?"

"Liaozhai?" The Saint didn't understand the slang from Earth, but she could hear the teasing between the lines. She didn't pretend anymore, took a few steps forward, and smiled: "Young Master, you are very brave~"

Bai Xuan looked at her calmly: "I can give you the things, but I won't kill you, okay?"

The red-robed Saint raised her lips and said, "Even if I kill you, the things will still be mine, right?"

Bai Xuan said suddenly: "The girl looks beautiful and kind-hearted, not like a murderous person."

When Hongyi heard this, she was slightly stunned, then she covered her lips and giggled, and the laughter was also pleasant to hear.

Lin Jiaolu, who was holding the sword in his hand and his palms were covered with cold sweat, was also stunned for a few seconds. He looked at the young man in complete surprise, his eyes full of confusion - how could you say such heartfelt words with such a cool expression?
She thought this young man was a serious person, but now he was actually so sweet-talking?
"Sister, I love to hear this. You, my dear, clearly have a fearless expression, yet you say these words without any shame."

"When a person is about to die, his words will naturally become more pleasant to the ear." Bai Xuan's expression did not change, and he did not feel embarrassed: "After all, I have a flexible moral bottom line."

"That makes sense. No one wants to die, but…" The Saint's fingers gently brushed across a large tree. Suddenly, a hole the size of a bucket appeared in the center of the tree, which could be hugged by a man. "For me, 'kindness' is not a good word. Only by being ruthless and cruel can one live a better life."

Bai Xuan pestered him, "I haven't entered the country yet, so I have the demeanor of a master."

The red-robed Saint held her left hand in her right hand, supporting her delicate chin with her left hand, and said playfully: "Huangfu Qinhu, you must have killed him, right?"

"If you are someone who can kill my sect's elders, don't talk to me about your mastery."

"I don't dare to get close to you right now."

Lin Jiaolu's eyes widened immediately... She also saw the announcement of the Bu Tian Shu server-wide release. Wasn't it Jiang Baichuan who killed him?

Bai Xuan retorted, "Don't you think that's ridiculous? He's a master at the Grandmaster level."

Lin Jiaolu also nodded immediately. Although Bai Xuan's swordsmanship was the most exquisite she had ever seen, it could not kill the master, and it was impossible to break the protective qi.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it." The Saint's smile became even more intense: "I will verify it myself."

She has no evidence.

But no evidence is needed.

It's just a guess, but now we have to verify it.

Under such high pressure, if Bai Xuan wants to survive, he has to use all his secrets. She will understand then.

...If it was really him who killed Huangfu Qinhu. The eyes of the Holy Lady of the Spiritual Sect flashed, and she would be reluctant to kill this young man.

The Lingjiao, which inherited the mantle from one of the Six Paths and Seven Sects, is most fond of network talents, but also most in need of them.

Just as she was about to test it, the Saint suddenly stopped moving and asked, "What's that smell?"

A rotten smell mixed with the smell of blood wafted over.

Then the white fog rolled in, surging like a rising tide, and in an instant filled the mountain road at the fork in the road. The group was shrouded in it, and the thick white fog made it almost impossible to open their eyes.

Lin Jiaolu held the sword in her arms, goose bumps appearing on her arms. She had faced this once before, so she remembered this sudden omen.

"Here it comes, it, it comes..."

The fawn was frightened.

Bai Xuan held the hilt of the sword.

The Holy Maiden of the Spiritual Cult snorted coldly, stepped on the ground barefoot, and her foot landed on the ground. Immediately, a hole appeared in the middle of the tidal white mist, like a hole blown open on the coast.

Then, in the thick white fog that was impossible to dissolve, half of the body of a huge monster emerged.

The giant beast was an enlarged spider, with a black base and covered with white hair. Its eight legs were sturdy, and each leg had a steel-like texture and was covered with half-meter-long barbs, like naturally formed swords, spears, and halberds.

With its eight long legs supporting its body, its height had reached more than five meters, and three pairs of bright red eyes stared at it, filled with bloodthirsty and frenzied murderous intent.

Demon Mountain Spider.

Lin Jiaolu subconsciously held her breath. Even though it was the second time she saw it, she was still terrified and could hardly think of fighting it.

Compared to the monster's huge size, the sword in her hand was just a thin branch, like a mouse holding a toothpick to challenge a full-grown tiger.

And that’s not all… More importantly, it never fights alone.

At its feet, there are small spiders as big as wheels, densely packed on both sides of the road!

Therefore, the fighting spirit of more than 20 martial arts masters was extinguished almost at the first encounter.

The Holy Maiden of the Spiritual Sect frowned slightly. She actually encountered a demon here. Although she knew that this place was not safe, she did not expect that she would actually run into one.

Just as she was thinking about what to do, she heard a roar.

Bai Xuan whipped the horse directly on its butt. The horse was frightened by the pain and then galloped uncontrollably to the other side.

That direction is neither a mountain path nor any other route, it is purely a "small path known only to locals", commonly known as the "shortcut down the mountain".

Lin Jiaolu was almost thrown out by this swing, but was fortunately caught by Bai Xuan and pulled back.

The side of the carriage hit the tree trunk directly, and one of the wheels was immediately deformed and fell off.

However, the pony was only focused on rushing forward, and given the inclination of the mountain, it could run non-stop even without wheels.

Lin Jiaolu couldn't sit still at all and could only hold on to the carriage's board tightly. With a "swish", the carriage's cover was blown away, leaving only half of the carriage... The coffin in the carriage was fixed tightly to the board with seven or eight ropes, forming a seamless whole.

Only then did she realize that Bai Xuan had already prepared for a life-and-death race in the mountains.

Bai Xuan's voice came: "As long as we can rush all the way to the foot of the mountain, we will win."

After saying this, he concentrated on driving the carriage and held the reins.

At this speed, if it hits a tree, it will be smashed into pieces on the spot.

A shrill roar came from the white mist behind, and the mountain spider's voice was very sharp.

It thrust forward, its front limbs sweeping across the ground, leaving behind a terrifying gully, as if it had been run over by an excavator. The broken tree was thrown high into the air, almost hitting the carriage, and dense swarms of small spiders immediately followed.

The white mist poured down from above at an even more violent speed!

From a distance, it looked like the entire mountain was experiencing an avalanche, and Bai Xuan was being chased by the avalanche.

The mountain path is in place.

The Holy Maiden of the Spiritual Cult glanced around and found herself surrounded by a group of spiders, motionless.

She found that the demon was staring at her. Perhaps it sensed the danger, so it did not immediately chase the fleeing Bai Xuan. Instead, it shook its huge body and approached the saint, as if it was planning to attack.

The mountain spider is a demon with intelligence. It can tell who is more dangerous. The Holy Maiden of the Spiritual Sect is a master on the Earth List, so she poses a greater threat to it. Even if such a being cannot be killed, it must be driven away.

The red-robed saint was naturally in a bad mood because she was disturbed by the sudden appearance of the demon.

She didn't know whether the sword immortal's remains were on Bai Xuan, but as long as there was a possibility, she couldn't sit idly by and watch Bai Xuan being killed by the mountain spider.

Realizing that she might have been used, the saint girl laughed out loud in anger, then flipped her hands, and a huge momentum suddenly blew away the thick fog in the mountains.

"You ugly thing, you dare to target me... Are you looking for death?!"

(End of this chapter)