Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 320 Influence
As soon as Su Wanqing's figure disappeared at the end of the long street, the cynical smile on Bi Sheng's face vanished like the tide.

He turned and stared at Xu Yunfan, a hint of coldness appearing in his cloudy old eyes.

He spoke without any politeness, after all, Xu Yunfan had been snatched away by his senior brother Bi Yuan, so he naturally harbored resentment.

"Boy."

His thin fingers rubbed the wine gourd at his waist, his voice carrying an unusual coldness.

"Don't think that I'm here to clean up your mess. Your master... my good senior brother made it clear: unless you're on the verge of death, I shouldn't even be able to shield you with a piece of my clothing."

The night wind whistled through the space between the two men, carrying rubble.

"The original plan was for you to secretly set up a plan in Yujing for three months..."

The old Taoist priest slid half a tortoise shell out of his sleeve, on which were engraved hexagrams that Xu Yunfan couldn't understand, but judging from Bi Sheng's expression, it was clearly not a good hexagram.

"Who knew you'd cause such a commotion on your very first day, shooting an arrow three hundred feet long!"

He sighed: "Now you have truly caught the eye of that empress. From now on, your every move will likely be under the scrutiny of many people."

Even before the spell of the character "临" dissipated, Xu Yunfan clearly sensed the terrifying aura lurking within Bi Sheng's body.

That was no ordinary Ninth Realm pressure, but rather the pressure of someone who had broken through several times and reached an extremely deep level in the Ninth Realm.

He suddenly realized that when this senior uncle fought Su Wanqing just now, he probably did not use his full strength, or even 80% of his power.

"Understood, Uncle-Master. I will be more careful from now on. I specifically chose a spot in that waterside pavilion; there should still be survivors there."

Bi Sheng exhaled two puffs of white breath from his nostrils. As the breath left his body, it transformed into two clearly visible ripples of air that quickly spread outwards, causing the blood and qi of those watching nearby to surge violently.

"At least he's not completely stupid."

Bi Yuan waved his hand.

"Remember, in Yujing City, those who want you dead... are not just from Tian Shu Sect."

Bi Sheng's figure vanished into the night like smoke. Xu Yunfan looked at the empty street corner and shook his head slightly.

This old fellow has mastered the "Twelve Secrets of the Golden Gate and Jade Lock" to a state of perfection, and his lightness skill has reached the level of "walking on snow without leaving a trace and riding the wind". It is not surprising that he can come and go without a trace.

After reaching the ninth level of Qi cultivation, where internal energy is transformed into true Qi, one's fighting style is completely different from that of ordinary martial artists, which is truly astonishing.

The aftershocks of the fight between Bi Sheng and Su Wanqing were intentionally controlled and did not spread, but the terrifying strength of the supreme Qi Refining Grandmaster of the Ninth Realm was still evident.

He turned to look at the trembling Chen Hong and other Daoist disciples. These people had been huddled in the corner since the battle began, not daring to even breathe loudly.

When they saw Xu Yunfan's gaze sweep over them, they all trembled.

"Senior brother." Chen Hong's Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Xu Yunfan casually tossed a heavy brocade pouch, the clinking of metal and stone inside producing a clear and pleasant sound.

"Take it. Inside, besides the gold, there are tens of thousands of taels of silver notes. That should be enough. Pay double the amount owed."

He paused, then added meaningfully, "Especially those households next to Changfeng Restaurant, remember to say a few nice words to them."

After all, apart from the roofs and tiles along the way being torn off by the arrow shot from the Sky-Piercing Bow, these few houses were severely damaged.

After giving his instructions, Xu Yunfan flashed away like a ghost, heading towards the half-collapsed waterside pavilion three hundred feet away.

With the lightness movement technique of the Ten Extremes Martial Arts, it only takes a few breaths to reach the destination.

Beside the waterside pavilion, he clearly sensed a faint presence beneath the rubble, like a candle flickering in the wind—it was the young man in the brocade robe.

"boom!"

Xu Yunfan shattered the broken beam with a single palm strike, revealing the dying boy beneath.

The man's fine clothes were soaked with blood, but the jade pendant at his waist remained as lustrous as ever—it was the "Azure Frost Pendant," a token of the inner disciples of the Sword Pavilion.

Most striking of all were the emerald chains wrapped around his right wrist, which were now writhing eerily, as if trying to burrow into his flesh. "A demonic organ?!"

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow, truly surprised that this person could use demonic organs for protection; it was quite an eye-opener.

He gripped the boy's crown with his five fingers like hooks, and pure Yang energy flowed into his body, forcefully suppressing the restless chains.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils turning an eerie emerald green: "You... have no idea who you've offended..."

Before he finished speaking, three thin, dark blue needles suddenly shot out from his mouth!

"Ding!"

The dragon scale armor autonomously protected its master, its scales flapping and spewing out strands of crimson energy that knocked away all the poison needles.

Xu Yunfan remained calm and composed, pointing his fingers like a sword at the boy's Tanzhong acupoint. The three levels of hidden strength of the Ten Extremes Martial Arts erupted in succession, and the boy was struck as if by lightning, completely losing consciousness.

"Take him back to the camp." Xu Yunfan lifted the boy like a sack of potatoes and instructed the Daoist disciples who had rushed over: "Use the sect's 'Eight Treasures Soul-Suppressing Nails' to lock his limbs, and then... huh?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked towards the end of the long street.

A slight tremor came from the ground, and at least three hundred armored soldiers were galloping toward them, but the sound of their hooves was eerily silent.

"The Imperial City Guard's 'Horseshoe of Annihilation'..."

The Taoist disciples standing nearby couldn't help but chuckle.

"These lackeys have learned their lesson and are now keeping track of time, arriving late."

By the time the first squad of Xuanjia Imperial Guards turned the corner, Xu Yunfan and his men had already vanished without a trace.

Amidst the chaos, the black steel arrow, still vibrating and gleaming in the morning sun, remained stuck in the bluestone slab.

The captain in charge stared at the arrow with a grim face, not daring to reach out and pull it out.

The lieutenant behind him whispered, "Sir, this Daoist disciple is committing violence in the street. Should we..."

"Shut up!"

The captain gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you and I decide these matters? Go and report to the commander immediately..."

The captain's gaze lingered for a moment in the direction of the Dao Sect's encampment, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of being overheard by the night wind: "Just say... the irrefutable evidence of collusion between Sword Pavilion and Tian Shu Sect has already been obtained by someone else."

"This……"

The lieutenant's pupils constricted, and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightened abruptly. "My lord, we have no evidence whatsoever, aren't we...?"

He swallowed hard, not daring to utter the words "framed".

The captain suddenly turned his head, his eyes beneath the iron mask gleaming with a hint of liveliness in the moonlight.

He raised his hand and pressed down on the deputy general's shoulder, the black iron bracers hitting the shoulder armor with a soft click: "Remember, we are loyal to the Great Zhou Imperial Court."

His fingers unconsciously increased their pressure. "The fiercer these martial arts sects fight, the more peacefully the officials in the imperial court sleep."

Just as the deputy general was about to nod, he suddenly caught sight of the Daoist disciples in the distance who were tallying up compensation.

The "Xuan" tokens hanging from their waists flickered under the torchlight, clearly separating the two sides, as if they were treating each other as if they were invisible.

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to the captain's ear: "But I just received intelligence that the young man in brocade robes that Xu Yunfan took away seems to be the third young master of the Shepherd Prince's Mansion."

"what?!"

The color drained instantly from the face beneath the captain's mask.

(End of this chapter)