The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

"Wait!..."

Upon hearing this...

Liu Sheng, Zhu Yu, and Lu Wanrong all looked over.

Not far away, a large, fat man with a face full of scars was seen holding onto the frame of a luxurious carriage, waving his hand and calling out:

"Liu, wait a minute..."

"Oh no..."

Liu Sheng's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the approaching carriage and at the greedy look in Qian Gui's narrow eyes.

Just as I was about to say something to dissuade him, I heard Qian Gui's angry voice.

"Chief Escort Liu, I hired the 'Tiger Might Escort Agency' because of its excellent reputation, but what are you doing now?"

As the carriage pulled up beside Liu Sheng, Qian Gui's narrowed eyes glared at Zhu Yu and the other man under the flag, spitting as he spoke.

"Two filthy beggars posing as bandits from 'Yunshan Village,' and you're asking me for three hundred taels? Could it be that your Tiger Might Escort Agency is using this as a pretext to swindle my Bai family's merchant caravan?"

It seemed inevitable. Qian Gui, with a speed beyond his years, snatched the money pouch from Liu Sheng's hand, a gleam of joy flashing in his eyes. He turned to look at Zhu Yu and the other man standing under the flag, and shouted:

"You two filthy beggars, get out of here! If you anger me, tomorrow will be your death anniversary!"

Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on the rusty knife.

A sinister glint flashed in Lu Wanrong's eyes.

"Manager Qian has misunderstood..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Sheng's expression turned somewhat grim. If this reputation were to spread, how could his "Tiger Might Escort Agency" maintain its standing in the martial arts world? If its reputation were ruined, how could the people of his "Tiger Might Escort Agency" continue their cultivation?

Qian Gui was unaware of matters of cultivation and did not know that this one sentence had completely offended three people.

"Hit it!"

Seeing that the two beggars still wouldn't move, Qian Gui's eyes flashed with malice, and he directly ordered the driver to ram them.

"Yes, shopkeeper."

The coachman dared not disobey, and raised his long whip to strike the horse's back. Instantly, the carriage kicked up a cloud of dust and rushed towards Zhu and Yu.

"court death!"

Zhu Yu made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent.

He was so submissive in the underworld, and he's still so submissive in this strange spiritual realm? What's the point of his cultivation then?

With a series of thoughts racing through his mind, he gripped the rusty knife and charged towards the carriage.

Lu Wanrong, who was initially eager to try, suppressed her urge to act upon seeing Zhu Yu make a move.

Seeing that Zhu Yu not only didn't dodge but dared to charge forward, Qian Gui's face contorted with rage, and he shouted, "Kill him!"

Not far behind the car, Liu Shenggang wanted to spur his horse forward to stop the two sides, but as if he thought of something, he held back and turned his gaze to the scene.

In just a few breaths.

The man and the horse were less than two meters apart.

Zhu Yu stimulated the blood and qi in his body with his divine sense, and his originally thin body instantly swelled up a bit. Just as he was about to collide with the horse, his body turned in an unnatural way, grabbed the carriage shaft with one hand, and leaped into the air, raising his hand to strike down!

"Stop!"

A loud shout rang out.

Zhu Yu ignored him completely, his rusty knife transformed into a streak of light, and he snatched the bag of silver from his hand in a flash, then leaped over the edge of the carriage.

"Well…"

Qian Gui's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to grab his neck, but in the next instant, a stream of hot blood blew his head away. The headless corpse took a step, fell backward, and tumbled out of the carriage.

"Manager Qian..."

When Liu Sheng arrived late and saw Qian Gui's dismembered body, his expression changed drastically. He then glared angrily at Zhu Yu, who was not far away with a cloth bag hanging from his waist and his left hand covering his right arm holding a knife. His voice was like thunder.

"You wicked scoundrel, how dare you kill my 'Big Knife' Liu Sheng's client! Die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Sheng took a step forward several feet, his blood and qi surging, and wisps of bronze aura appeared above his head, seemingly about to materialize.

Liu Sheng immediately sensed that the bottleneck that had bound him for more than ten years was about to be broken. He also had a faint realization that as long as he killed the bandit who killed Qian Gui, he could break through to the realm of Manifesting Divine Words in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with turmoil. He had originally only intended to put on a show, but now he was filled with naked, chilling killing intent.

Going a step further.

In an instant, he was within ten feet of Zhu Yu, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Clang..."

A silver light suddenly appeared.

"How dare you!"

A sound like muffled thunder suddenly rang out, and just as the silver light was about to fall, a blue whirlwind swept past, carrying Zhu Yu aside.

boom…

The sharp blade struck down with a deafening roar, sending dirt and stones flying and raising a cloud of dust.

When his attack missed, Liu Sheng felt the divine message he was about to condense was about to collapse. He struggled for a moment, then stepped into the dust and smoke, and in a few leaps, he arrived in front of Bai Doufu and Zhu Yu.

Without further ado, he raised his arm high. A crescent-shaped silver blade flashed again, slashing straight at Zhu Yu.

"ha…"

When Bai Doufu saw that a mere镖头 (head of a镖局, a type of security escort agency) dared to make a move in front of him, he was so angry that he laughed.

Is he blind to the divine message he himself manifested? Or does he look down on his own manifested "swiftness"?

No questions asked, just fight!

With a flick of his sleeve, a cyan whirlwind swept Zhu Yu away, while he neither dodged nor avoided, transforming into a blur to meet the blade's light.

Clang…

Accompanied by a piercing screech like metal clashing, the dazzling silver light dissipated like bubbles, revealing the figure of Bai Doufu, who had one hand behind his back and the other gripping Liu Sheng's broadsword.

Put your palms together.

Click...

The greatsword, forged from the finest iron, exploded with a deafening roar, scattering debris in all directions.

When the blade struck Bai Doufu, a bronze hue, like that of a copper coin, appeared on his body. With a few crisp clangs, the blade fell limply, leaving no trace on his skin.

But Liu Sheng wasn't so lucky. He was pierced in several places by fragments of his own sword, and blood kept flowing out, but he didn't pay attention to it.

His eyes were fixed on the two characters "Swift Movement" above Bai Doufu's head. When he felt the divine word he was about to condense suddenly collapse, he opened his mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell backward.

"Is this the Realm of Divine Words...?"

"Oh…"

Bai Doufu sneered disdainfully, but didn't finish him off. His gaze fell on the martial artist galloping towards them on horseback, and the chaotic caravan caused by Qian Gui's death. He scratched his head and muttered:

"This seems to be a bit troublesome..."

"Yunshan Village" values ​​its reputation most.

If word gets out that the people of Yunshan Village killed a passing caravan, the value of this gold route will instantly plummet.

In this world.

Distrust can be a very dangerous thing.

"How about we just..."

A sinister glint flashed in Bai Doufu's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gave up the idea.

Killing someone is easy, but destroying the evidence is difficult...

If everyone knows that the caravan disappeared on the trade route he was overseeing in Yunshan Village, then even if it wasn't shit, it's still shit.

"Never mind, I'll just go back and inform Brother Dong..."

Bai Doufu slapped his forehead helplessly, then turned and appeared beside Zhu Yu, who was forcibly using his body and had torn and strained his muscles. He put on a smiling face, patted Zhu Yu's shoulder, and praised him:

"As expected of the brother I, Bai Tofu, have high hopes for, he's quick to take lives, truly the image of a tiger and wolf... Very good, very good..."