I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 79: Shanyu's Night Escape

A small town, a mountain road, a tea stall, and a group of bodyguards.

There is a misty mountain rain in the air. People say that spring rain is as precious as oil and good rain knows when to fall. But in the south, water resources are not particularly scarce.

It rained too much, and I felt like my whole body was moldy.

Especially for the escorts who are out on the road, they may not be able to find accommodation at night. If they are delayed, they may have to make a fire and sleep in their clothes. They sweat profusely during the day and have not taken a shower for several days, so their bodies smell very sour.

In ancient times, traveling far away was a troublesome matter. Transportation was inconvenient and there were many procedures. Even for the wandering people, it was the same. Just like catkins drifting in the wind, they would go wherever it was easy to make a living. They did not have the carefree attitude of traveling around the world with wine and swords. Most of the time they had to worry about travel expenses and where their next meal would come from.

The reason why Jin Shanzhao in the movie "Ip Man" came to the south was naturally to make a living. He went south with the intention of opening a martial arts school and recruiting disciples.

The escorts finally found a tea stall and hurriedly shouted for a pot of good tea and some tea eggs. Their throats were burning from eating dry food for several days.

As soon as they sat down, the group started chatting about some rumors they heard from others or some trivial matters.

"Why do you keep talking about this?" a guard complained. "We've already talked about this a hundred or eighty times on the way here. You've already racked up the names of those on the Crouching Dragon List, right? Still want to continue?"

Another person squinted and said, "Then what else can we talk about? The Human Ranking and the Earth Ranking are both too high, how can they be as down-to-earth as the Crouching Dragon Ranking."

"Why don't you tell me some horror stories?" the man said casually, "like, let's talk about the blacklist or something."

As soon as the blacklist was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

"Hush, that's not something you can talk about."

"What's there to hide?" the escort said nonchalantly.

"You don't know how terrifying those on the Blacklist are. They're all murderous monsters." The older escort said sternly, "I've seen him once before. This eye was thrown into his hands then. He was just a wanted criminal ranked low on the Blacklist."

The so-called blacklist is not the list in the Bu Tian Book, but the list compiled and sorted by the imperial court. Almost without exception, those on the list are wanted criminals who have committed heinous crimes, commonly known as "demons" or "evil ways" in the underworld.

Those on the blacklist were either against the imperial court or had committed serious crimes. The former were rare, while the latter accounted for 99% of the total.

Pirates like Park Yu Hai, although they have done very bad things, have been wandering on the high seas for many years and are not qualified to be on the blacklist.

Those who are qualified to be on the blacklist often have distinguished backgrounds and have done earth-shattering things. Among them are abandoned disciples and renegade ninjas from various sects.

These people are definitely a scourge in the underworld, and it is usually impossible for them to really hide their identities. Some people on the blacklist will choose to go into seclusion and become an emotionless killer.

In this world, falling into the path of evil does not mean becoming an evildoer simply by joining a sect, but rather truly trampling on morality, violating the bottom line of the law, and being cruel and murderous to ordinary people. At that time, one naturally becomes an evildoer.

It is common for demons to become killers, or in other words, being a killer is a profession that only people who don't care about laws and morals would choose. The two complement each other.

"The most notorious demonic figure in the past six months is probably this old man who seduces souls. It's rumored that he kills people invisibly, just like the impermanence of souls. He's also extremely skilled at poisoning. No one knows how he does it, but we only know that anyone poisoned will die quickly."

"It is said that because his method of using poison to kill people is too cruel, and he has used it more than ten times in the past six months, he has been targeted by Wanyao Valley and Xuanhu Sect. Once these two behemoths took action, they immediately put him on the blacklist."

"Yes, using poison to kill people is a taboo in the martial arts world. And doing it so high-profile is like a slap in the face of the Xuanhu Sect."

"You know how powerful he is, yet you still dare to talk about him behind his back?"

"You can rest assured. This old man is a killer. He doesn't bother to deal with ordinary people. He only takes missions from the Hidden Sect. The price of each attack is almost a thousand taels of gold. I don't think my life is worth that much."

"Hahaha, you are so cheap!"

"Same here, you and I are both cattle and horses, you are laughing at your horse!"

They were talking at once.

"Here comes the delicious tea." A woman brought a teapot and bowls and placed them on the table. "Enjoy your time, guests."

She let out an 'ouch' before she finished speaking.

A bald escort chuckled and said, "How could the boss lady be so careless as to rub her butt against my hand?"

"Hmph~" The proprietress rolled her eyes at the man and didn't bother to pay attention: "Drink your tea."

She swayed her plump figure and walked to another table, handing over a pot of tea: "Little brother, your tea is ready too."

On the table, a young man wearing a conical hat sat on a bench, slowly eating the naan he brought with him.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, the proprietress asked tentatively: "Little brother? This is on the roadside, you can't sleep here."

The latter slowly raised his eyes and said calmly: "This pot of tea, I'll treat you to a cup."

"That's not necessary." The proprietress laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter: "I'm already this age. If I had met you ten years earlier, maybe I would have been interested in you, little brother."

"If you had met me ten years earlier," the young man said, holding his bamboo hat. "You would have died a more awful death than what's coming next."

The proprietress's smile faded, and she kicked over the tea stall. The steaming hot tea fell on the wood, immediately emitting bursts of strong corrosive sounds. The highly toxic tea touched the ground, and bursts of green smoke rose.

She suddenly opened her arms, her clothes were inflated by her true energy, and she flew backwards rapidly like a roc with its wings spread, demonstrating an extremely high level of lightness skill.

At the same time, his sleeves shook, and white mist exploded on the ground, accompanied by several hidden weapons, poison needles, and bone-piercing nails flying out and shooting towards Bai Xuan's position.

Bai Xuan dodged sideways.

This was also the result the assassin wanted. She just wanted to buy time to escape.

If the attack fails, escape thousands of miles away. This is what a qualified assassin should do.

But she obviously didn't realize what was in her retreat path.

Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a piercing pain. He looked down and saw a sword tip piercing his heart. He was shocked and turned pale. When he looked back again, he found that there was a sword hanging in the air. It was just placed in the air, waiting for the enemy to hit it.

The heart was pierced, the heart meridians were destroyed, and the true energy began to overflow.

Even if as an assassin she still had the means to self-destruct, she couldn't hurt Bai Xuan at all.

Because the two of them are quite far apart.

"You--!" She wanted to say something, but her vision quickly went black, she spat out a mouthful of blood mist, then fell face down to the ground, and died on the spot.

The assassin's death was not unjust.

Bai Xuan has too much experience in the martial arts world. As a strong man for many years, it is natural that he does not know how to deal with poison masters.

In fact, most assassins who use poison as their main method of assassination are not reckless men, but people who are good at calculating.

Because they feel that they are weak and prefer to adopt a strategy of self-preservation, they specialize in poison techniques.

Just a little scare and they will be exposed immediately and run away.

Bai Xuan didn't necessarily see anything fishy about the proprietress; he was simply trying to scare her out of habit, while simultaneously releasing a murderous aura to force her to prove herself. The best way to verify the presence of poison in food or water was to use a human or small animal as a poison tester – simple, crude, and effective. Therefore, a successful test would mean the death of the other party.

To deal with an assassin, there is no need to fight for three hundred rounds, usually the enemy can be defeated with one move.

If you fail to do so, the other party will run away immediately and it will be difficult to get a second chance to attack.

Fortunately, this assassin was not an expert and his mentality was not very good.

Bai Xuan waved his hand, and Jiang Chengzi's body returned to the scabbard, and the sword was put back in place.

Then he looked at the escorts standing beside him.

This scene scared the bodyguards nearby. They had no idea what had happened in just a few breaths and how someone suddenly died.

Just seeing Bai Xuan kill someone with just a wave of his hand naturally made people feel afraid.

"You..." Bai Xuan just opened his mouth to say two words.

"Brave man, we didn't see anything!" an escort shouted loudly, covering his eyes.

"Yes, we all lost our memories!"

"Ah, what happened just now? I fainted and didn't see anything."

...Yes, they are all advisors, and are masters at pretending to be confused.

"I want to ask if you have any clean dry food and drinking water." Bai Xuan said frankly: "I want to buy some for the journey."

Several escorts looked at each other. The older escort leader hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, let's consider it as a gift from us to the warrior."

Bai Xuan changed to clean water and dry food, and immediately did not stop, but jumped on the horse. The Fire Cloud Horse pawed the ground with its front hooves. Even after running for so long, it was still full of energy. It was Bai Xuan who could not bear it anymore, so he stopped to rest.

"Since you insist on not accepting the money, I'll give you something." Bai Xuan pointed to the corpse next to him and said, "This should be enough to exchange for some pocket money at the government office."

After he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves filled the air and the figure disappeared in the misty mountain rain.

Only after confirming that this person had left did the escorts breathe a sigh of relief.

They were also about to leave this unlucky place.

A brave escort walked up to the corpse and poked it carefully with a wooden stick.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Want to take advantage of the heat?"

"No, what are you thinking about? I'm wondering if there's any hope."

"You can tell there's no hope of saving him. Let's go."

"At least bury her. It's pitiful that she died in this place and no one came to collect her body."

As he was speaking, the wooden stick suddenly poked the proprietress's face, and the skin on the corpse immediately fell off.

The escort opened his eyes wide and carefully raised his stick, only to discover that under the proprietress's face was actually an old man covered with wrinkles. He immediately got goose bumps.

"This……"

The escort's scalp tingled.

The old escort leader suddenly had an idea and asked, "Could this... be the Soul Catcher?"

"Ah? This is the guy?"

"That's impossible. It's too easy to die."

"This is the world of martial arts. There is always someone stronger than you. There is always someone higher than you."

Several people started to discuss it.

Only one person remained silent.

The escort who touched the proprietress... no, he touched the seductive old man's butt was squatting on the ground without saying a word, rubbing his palms frantically with mud and water, as if he wanted to rub out sparks.

Finally, the old escort leader said, "Speaking of which, how much is the reward offered by Wanyao Valley for this demon?"

"I remember it was one thousand gold?"

"It seems more than..."

The old escort leader continued, "I remember that young man just now, that strong...handsome, handsome young man, a true demon-slaying master from heaven, like the Tai Sui God on earth, left the body to us, right?"

Several people looked at each other inexplicably as if they were guilty thieves.

A few seconds later, uncontrollable laughter came from the forest, startling a large number of birds.

……

"I wonder how many more waves of assassins will come."

Bai Xuan closed his eyes on horseback. "How did they confirm my location? It seems they have spies inside the Southern Dynasty. Just charging straight at them feels like walking into a trap."

"But now we're here."

"Either you die, or I die."

"At most I have one life, at worst I'll just give it up."

The long-lost excitement of challenging difficult dungeons came back.

It's not every time you have the opportunity to encounter such a suitable plot difficulty.

This destined thorny pursuit gave him a long-lost sense of déjà vu.

I remembered how the eighteen-year-old young general felt when he stood at the foot of Yinshan Mountain and looked out at the white snow-capped peaks.

After that, he decided to lead thousands of cavalry to attack Mobei.

Rushing for thousands of miles, attacking Huanglong directly, sweeping away the land and destroying the barbarian royal court!
It was an almost insane act of suicide, and there was no evidence that it would succeed.

But sometimes success or failure is not important. What is important is that the impulse has begun to fill the heart... When a man's blood is boiling, he is unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)