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

Zhu Yu handed the cloth bag at his waist to Bai Doufu, glancing at the panicked caravan and the martial artists treating Liu the bodyguard's injuries. He then revealed a hint of worry and unease, saying:

"Brother Bai, I was so enraged when I saw that scoundrel spouting nonsense and slandering our Yunshan Village that I killed him..."

"This... won't affect the counterfeit products, will it?..."

Not far away, Lu Wanrong rolled her eyes.

"Affect the stronghold? Ha..." Bai Doufu sneered, stamped his foot, and snorted, "As long as this trade route exists, these money-grubbing bastards will be like dogs seeing a bone, rushing to deliver gold and silver to our stronghold..."

Having said that, he weighed his money pouch in his hand, then looked at the long line of cars, his brows furrowing immediately. He turned to look at Liu Sheng, who was surrounded by martial arts masters, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and sneered:

"Tiger Might Escort Agency? Ha..."

"You don't even understand the rules of the martial arts world, what are you doing trying to run a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) business..."

"Yunshan Village" has dominated the trade route for decades.

The prices for both light and heavy vehicles are clearly marked, and everyone who travels this trade route knows this.

However, the amount of silver in the purse was clearly insufficient.

Now, Bai Doufu wasn't worried about Zhu Yu anymore. The Bai family caravan had broken the rules first and uttered malicious words, so what was wrong with killing the manager? It was already a favor that the entire caravan hadn't been slaughtered.

Ignoring the martial arts masters' unpleasant expressions, Bai Doufu beckoned to Zhu and Yu, and as he walked towards the caravan, he nonchalantly taught them some of the rules of "Yunshan Village".

For example, how much are charged for each trade route?

Who cannot be robbed, who can be robbed, who can be killed, who cannot be killed, and who is optional to be killed...

Money is expensive.

That falls into the category where killing is optional.

In general, the bandits of Yunshan Village would tolerate this situation once, but if they really couldn't bear it, they would gather their men later to carry out an assassination...

A brief explanation followed.

Zhu Yu and Lu Wanrong found the situation even more strange.

"This small mountain village has quite a lot of intricacies."

The three arrived in front of the convoy.

The coachmen, thinking they were being killed to silence them, abandoned their carriages and ran in panic toward the back of the mountain road.

Ignoring them, Bai Doufu jumped onto a carriage, inspected the goods on board, and looked at the bolts of silk in the cargo boxes. He snorted again and waved to Zhu Yu and Lu Wanrong.

"It's getting late, let's head back..."

"Why…"

Zhu Yu and Lu Wanrong responded and jumped into the carriage.

next moment.

"Let's go..."

Bai Doufu lightly patted the horse's rump, and it neighed. A wisp of blue wind swirled around its four hooves, and with a thud, it galloped like the wind into the depths of the mountain stream.

A scorching hot wind blew by, stirring up a cloud of dust...

Not long after he left.

Without the cart driver to control them, the cattle and horses pulled the truck to the roadside grass and began to graze.

The martial arts instructors surrounded Liu Sheng and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the bleeding from his wounds had stopped. If Liu Sheng had died, their lives at the escort agency would have been difficult.

After a few moments of silence, someone interrupted:

"Yunshan Village is really going too far. Not only did they kill their employer, they also seriously injured Liu, the bodyguard..."

"They really look down on our 'Tiger Might Escort Agency.' If we don't get revenge, how will we ever face anyone again..."

"Exactly, if it doesn't work, then fight them..."

A group of people were shouting and yelling, and just as the crowd was getting heated, a young man with a bald head and a simple, honest face said earnestly:

"The leader said that those in the Divine Realm possess immense strength, with a blue membrane covering their skin. They are invulnerable to those of the same realm or those using only renowned weapons. Although I can't defeat him, I can fight him to the death. Brothers, let's go after him together..."

Upon hearing this, everyone present paused in shock.

Suddenly, one of them asked, "Do you recognize that person?"

"I don't know him..."

"It's probably a recent breakthrough, and its reputation hasn't spread yet..."

"To be honest, that guy is really something. Liu the镖师's Crescent Moon Blade was praised by the chief镖师, yet he crushed it with his bare hands. If he were to crush someone with that blade, ouch..."

"I wonder if I'll ever be able to break through to the Divine Word Realm in this lifetime..."

Keep dreaming!

"I noticed that Qian Gui's neck bones are smooth, and that beggar's knife skills are quite good; he might become famous someday..."

"Let him survive the Bai family's retaliation first..."

"..."

The crowd chatted amongst themselves, completely ignoring the bald man's suggestion to chase after them. They were no longer agitated or angry, and began to gossip.

The bald-headed boy looked at his brothers with a puzzled expression, scratched his head, and was about to say something when he heard a scream from the side.

"Oh! Master Qian..."

"You died such a terrible death, how am I supposed to live now..."

A beautiful woman dressed in a thin shirt, with alluring features, lay on Qian Gui's headless corpse, and her cries...

This is really annoying...

The martial arts instructors exchanged glances. One of them looked at the bald man, raised his chin, and said, "Fugui, collect Manager Qian's body properly."

"oh."

Wang Fugui nodded in agreement, looked around, and strode towards the big fat head that had fallen into the pit.

"Cough cough..."

With a cough, Liu Sheng, who was lying on the ground, slowly woke up.

"Boss/Master Liu, you're awake..."

Upon seeing this, everyone crowded around.

Liu Sheng frowned, ignoring them, and checked his internal condition. When he sensed his blood and qi flowing out uncontrollably, despair appeared in his eyes.

"It's over..."

His failure to condense divine words resulted in a backlash that pierced his body, which he had honed over a decade, turning it into a honeycomb.

Not only will there be no more opportunities for breakthrough in the future, but his cultivation at the peak of the Divine Seed level will also be ruined.

"Ah! White tofu, I swear I'll fight you to the death..."

Liu Sheng roared, his sallow face flushed crimson, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. His breath hitched, and he fainted.

"head!"

"Liu the Bodyguard!"

Everyone was startled and rushed forward to check.

Not far away.

"Huh..."

Wang Fugui picked up Qian Gui's head and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a glimmer of light in the pit. He half-squatted down, gently brushed aside the soil and stones, and revealed a small golden sword, about an inch long, missing its tip.

When you reach out and pick it up, it feels as light as if it were nothing, yet it has a cool, metallic feel when you squeeze it. Upon closer inspection, you can vaguely see intricate, fine lines imprinted on it.

"What is this?"

Wang Fugui was puzzled for a moment, but didn't think much of it, assuming it was a discarded fruit peeler. Just as he was about to put it in his pocket, he suddenly saw it emitting a faint golden halo.

Under his horrified gaze.

The fat head in his arms visibly shrank, and in a few breaths, it suddenly turned into dust and scattered all over him.

hum…

A wisp of blood oozed from the broken golden sword and settled in Wang Fugui's palm. Instantly, he felt as if he had drunk a bowl of blood-qi soup, with gurgling hot currents circulating throughout his body. He could clearly feel his flesh, bones, and muscles becoming stronger and more resilient...

Wait for the heat to dissipate.

Wang Fugui was stunned for a few moments, then hurriedly stuffed the golden sword into his pocket, his eyes showing excitement, fear, and unease.

He's simple-minded but not stupid.

This little golden sword is clearly a treasure! It might even be a legendary weapon, possessing incredible power.

At this time.

The shouts from the side interrupted his jumbled thoughts.

"Rich and powerful, haven't you found Manager Qian's head yet?"

"Ah...no...I couldn't find it." Wang Fugui was startled upon hearing this. He hurriedly dusted himself off, suppressed his unease, stood up, and said in a simple voice, "I've looked all over but I still can't find it."

He subconsciously touched his chest and said, seemingly unintentionally:

"It was probably carried away by rats or wolves or something..."