I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 77 Shennong Dao's Selected Inheritance: Recruiting
"Master, save me!"

That cry was extremely tragic. I think it was the most intense pain that the person felt when being subjected to the ultimate humiliation of four gay men infiltrating him was experiencing.

This shout proved that Yuwen Jie's fighting spirit had collapsed, and his state of mind also collapsed. His master was thousands of miles away, so naturally he could not hear it.

Bai Xuan's sword was meant to kill. He raised it like a mountain and smashed it down fiercely, determined to completely blast the opponent into pieces.

However, this sword move that was originally a sure thing was not as smooth as imagined.

Bai Xuan felt that the sword's force was blocked.

Looking closely, he saw that the small silver snake attached to Yuwen Jie's weapon suddenly began to swell.

In just a breath, it grew in the wind, from a small snake less than a foot long to a giant golden-scaled python that was ten meters in size.

The giant python roared towards the sky and directly blocked Bai Xuan's sword that turned the sky and the earth frosty white for a moment.

A sense of resistance came from the edge of the sword.

It was like two mountains coming together to hold back the sword pressure from the bursting of the dam in the sky.

This is definitely not a power that the human list can exert.

Bai Xuan smelled the pressure and momentum that was in harmony with heaven and earth.

Compared with Yuwen Jie's crude application, the giant python image that erupted instantly was far more sophisticated than the previous one. It was so spiritual that it seemed as if someone's will was hidden in it.

Bai Xuan's eyes met his, and he could see the human coldness and scrutiny in him.

...possession? Incarnation?

...No, buddy, did you actually succeed in getting someone to help him?

His mind raced as Bai Xuan felt a sense of crisis rising in his heart. Danger was approaching.

Behind him, Song Qingtang rushed out of the white fog and with a wave of his bare hands, dozens of hidden weapons containing deadly poisons flew out. With the power of the hidden weapons attached with the grandmaster's aura, it was easy for them to penetrate the mortal body.

At this time, Bai Xuan had no way to turn back and resist.

At the critical moment, Leng Wuqing raised her axe and used the side of the weapon as a defense to block the deadly hidden weapon. After a series of tinkling metal sounds, several bullets still hit her body in several places.

Song Qingtang seized the opportunity and rushed over, punching Leng Wuqing in the temple.

Leng Wuqing turned the axe handle, pulled out the dagger, and stabbed it at Song Qingtang's neck.

It looked like a fight of one life for another, but both sides reserved the ability to change tactics.

After a split second of changes in moves, Leng Wuqing failed to pierce Song Qingtang's neck. The two of them exchanged a light attack at the same time. Song Qingtang was hit on the shoulder by the weapon. Leng Wuqing tried to block it with his elbow, but even with his elbow, he couldn't avoid Ban Zong's punch. His body was thrown up and down like a bird with broken wings.

Even though Song Qingtang was only a half-master, the threat he posed was still greater than that of Yuwen Jie. He had every chance to kill Leng Wuqing just now, but he changed his tactics and only injured him instead of killing him.

This back and forth took some time.

Before Song Qingtang could catch his breath, he saw Bai Xuan who had already twisted half of his body.

Half of his body was covered with a thin layer of frost, like a frosted armor.

What shocked Song Qingtang even more was that he forcibly raised the sword again, twisted the original sword path 180 degrees, gave up suppressing Yuwen Jie and the strange giant python image, and instead swept towards the traitor Song Qingtang.

This distance is unavoidable!

Sa——!
The protective energy was simply unable to withstand the biting cold light.

Song Qingtang is only half a sect and has no Dharma image.

The remaining Xuanming sword energy whizzed past, and only half of its power remained, but Bai Xuan controlled it more handily, concentrating all the sword energy into one beam.

If the sword pressure before was a rushing river, then now it is a high-pressure water gun!
The former flows endlessly and is heavier than a thousand pounds; the latter cuts the throat in an instant and kills people without a blade.

Om-!
The sword energy rushed out nearly a hundred meters. This hundred-meter sword energy was highly condensed. Not to mention the human body, even a magical weapon might be cut in two.

Song Qingtang's upper and lower body were separated and cut in half, leaving only half of his arm.

This is a fatal injury and there is no cure.

His pupils contracted violently, as if he couldn't believe that he was going to die like this.

Those promising bright futures were clearly within reach just a few seconds ago, yet here they were taken away by such an unknown person...

"what--!!!"

Severe pain and anger engulfed his consciousness, and ferocity flashed in the dying man's eyes. He rushed forward to fight Bai Xuan to the death.

Even though he had lost the feeling of his lower body, he still burst out all his remaining strength, raised his only remaining hand and locked Bai Xuan's left hand tightly. The remaining Xuanming sword energy instantly spread the frost to most of his body.

"Do it—!"

Song Qingtang yelled.

Before he died, he also wanted to drag Bai Xuan to hell.

His judgment was correct. At this time, Bai Xuan had used up all his skills and was in a very weak state. The master grabbed his left arm with all his strength and he could not move at all.

If someone attacks, there is nothing he can do but throw away his keyboard and mouse and watch the black and white TV and wait for rebirth.

But Song Qingtang got one thing wrong.

The people he works with are not trustworthy.

He is just a pawn and can be sacrificed at any time.

The goal of this trip was never to kill Bai Xuan, but something else...

Yuwen Jie's eyes were golden as he carried one person on his shoulders. He had already climbed over the courtyard wall and disappeared from sight.

From the moment Bai Xuan turned the sword, he had no intention of fighting to the end. Instead, he seized the opportunity, completed the mission, and took the target away.

As for Song Qingtang's life or death?

Not important at all!
Song Qingtang saw the smooth figure running away with the bucket in his hand clearly. His fierceness immediately disappeared, leaving only a bit of surprise. Then it turned into rage, and he pointed at the despicable villain who had escaped: "You, you bastard from the Northern Zhou Dynasty -! I won't let you go even if I become a ghost..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A huge force came from the top of his head. Boom!
Hu Xianfeng arrived a step late and pressed the half-dead Song Qingtang to the ground, splashing mud and debris a few feet high.

The furious detective's eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be planning to squeeze him to death.

Bai Xuan pulled out his left hand, patted the frost marks on it, and stopped him: "Don't do it, let him die slowly."

The bloodshot in Hu Xianfeng's eyes faded slightly. He grabbed Song Qingtang and threw him aside. He fell to the ground and tried hard to crawl back to his lower body.

"The owner of Yanbo Tower was seriously injured, and I also... cough cough... suffered some internal injuries." Hu Xianfeng's breathing was disordered and he looked around: "Where is Wuqing?"

"She was taken away."

"what!"

"The Northern Zhou people's target has been her from the beginning, not the Jiang family." Bai Xuan initially thought they were after the sword bone in his body, but now he realized how wrong he was. He swallowed a Tianbao Pill and exhaled a bloody breath. "They had the opportunity to kill me time and again, but they didn't... So, who is she?"

Hu Xianfeng also looked bewildered: "I, I don't know either... I only know that she is a famous detective and has more experience than me."

"Forget it, it's not important. There's no point in investigating this now." Bai Xuan said slowly, "The important thing is that she was captured. The Northern Zhou Dynasty was willing to pay such a high price to capture her alive. I don't think they will kill her easily."

"We have to go rescue them!" Hu Xianfeng said immediately, "I'll notify the Embroidered Uniform Guards and report to Lord Zhuge! I'm not good at tracking, but Feihong Stepping Swallow is very good at it. He should be able to catch up!"

The famous detective left in a hurry, and it seemed that he was really panicked.

Bai Xuan stood up and looked at Song Qingtang who had struggled to get back to his lower body. He asked, "Tell me, where does that Yuwen... intend to return to Northern Zhou?"

Song Qingtang's face was covered in blood and dirt, and he was laughing like a madman. Every second before his death was torture for him. He was already infinitely close to madness at this moment: "Hehehe, hahahaha, why should I tell you, why should I say it, you want to know, but I won't tell you, I will..."

"I can kill him." Bai Xuan said calmly, "Or I can be killed by him."

Song Qingtang's crazy smile paused slightly.

"No matter which of us dies, you can be very happy."

Bai Xuan looked down from above, and one sentence pointed out his only thought at the moment: "Don't you want revenge?"

Song Qingtang lowered his head, then raised it again after a few seconds, his eyes filled with ferocity. "Okay, I'll tell you, they plan to cross the Huai River... I'll also tell you the location of the ferry, but you only have two days."

He told everything he knew, very clearly, down to the smallest detail.

Only one thing was missing.

That is, Yuwen Jie at this time was no longer Yuwen Jie.

Anyone who dares to chase after him will surely die.

"That's all, right?"

Bai Xuan stood up, slowly turned his neck, and sighed: "I really have a life of hard work."

Song Qingtang suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

Bai Xuan looked at him silently, and waited until he couldn't laugh anymore before asking, "What are you laughing at?"

"Hahaha..." Song Qingtang was still laughing weakly.

Bai Xuan ignored it and walked to the Jiang family's stable, where he found the Fire Cloud Horse that was pacing nervously in place.

When the latter saw him, he snorted and came over to rub against him to show his affection.

"Traveling a thousand miles a day, I'm afraid only you can do it." Bai Xuan stroked the horse's mane and said, "I have to trouble you again."

After putting on the saddle, Bai Xuan picked up the reins and walked through the Jiang family compound.

With half a breath left, Song Qingtang stared at the young man's back.

As he passed by, he stopped and asked, "What was the name of Yuwen Jie's master?"

Song Qingtang's ferocious expression was replaced by astonishment: "You... know..."

"How could I not know? There's no way someone at the bottom of the list could withstand that sword."

Bai Xuan looked into the distance and said casually, "It must be that his master used the magic image to do something, or maybe that person is no longer Yuwen Jie himself."

Since ancient times, medicine and poison have been inseparable.

One of the six paths and seven sects is the Shennong Dao Herb Sect.

The Shennong Dao's strictly selected inheritance is called Yao Ren.

You can question the ability of a medical student, but you cannot question their ability to shake people.

Once he is sure that he cannot handle it, he will directly send a message over a thousand miles to ask the ancestor for help.

So don’t be afraid of meeting interns. If they can’t handle the problem, there will naturally be experts who can help. Even those experts who can’t get an appointment with an expert may be able to get an appointment with the dean directly.

If it were a sect that inherited the tradition of making drugs, they would naturally know how to recruit people.

Bai Xuan was not surprised at all. Being able to take his all-out sword attack, he should be at least on the Earth List, and he couldn't be worse than Huangfu Qinhu.

Song Qingtang weakly propped himself up: "Then why did you go and die?"

"She blocked a hidden weapon and saved my life. Bai is different from you. I must repay a favor."

Bai Xuan's eyes were as calm as a lake: "Besides, as long as I can get to him, he will be dead."

Song Qingtang thought he could see contempt and compassion in his words, but there was none. He was just calm, as if he didn't care at all. No matter how despicable his opponent was, he would not take it seriously or remember it in his heart.

"Aren't you worried, what if I lied?"

"I have my own way of determining his location." Bai Xuan said calmly, "You won't understand me talking about seeds and locators anyway."

After kicking the horse's belly, Huoyun Horse stepped over the threshold and galloped away under the stars and the moon.

Song Qingtang moved his fingers with difficulty, laughed miserably, and raised his fist to shatter his heart meridian.

"Yuwen Jie, I'll wait for you on the Yellow Springs Road..."

(End of this chapter)