Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

"kill!"

A roar erupted, like a thunderclap.

The bandit leader suddenly exerted force with his feet, leaped into the air like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and in the blink of an eye, he had pounced on Zhao Xian.

The person before him, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, was actually a young man. A hint of surprise flashed across the bandit leader's eyes, but his ring-pommel sword moved without hesitation, slashing fiercely with the wind.

"clang!"

The clang of metal rang out, and sparks flew.

A long spear, like a venomous snake, emerged from the darkness, barely managing to block the blade!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The sound of something cutting through the air rose again, and two more spears emerged from the shadows, thrusting at the bandit leader from the left and right.

In a flash, the bandit leader grinned maliciously, neither dodging nor avoiding, and reached out to grab a gun with lightning speed!

He then yanked back with all his might, and a figure tumbled out of the darkness, his face filled with horror.

"Snap!"

With a slight flick of the ring-pommel sword, the tips of the other two spears snapped off!

Without pausing, the blade continued its momentum, slashing down at the fallen figure!

"A powerful weapon!"

A cry of surprise came from the darkness, followed by a shadow striking from afar.

The bandit leader, as if by divine inspiration, narrowly avoided the incoming shadow.

"Walk!"

The man who fell to the ground also took the opportunity to roll several times and escape from the bandit leader.

The shouts of battle from the backyard reached the front yard, and Zhao Ze's expression changed drastically. He called for everyone to return to the backyard to provide reinforcements.

As for the three thieves who sneaked into the front yard, they had already been dismembered.

"Kill the traitors!"

Zhao Zheng got up from the ground, grabbed a wooden stick, and raised his arms and shouted.

More than ten villagers surrounded the two bandits, excluding the bandit leader, and swiftly thrust their spears, killing the two bandits in an instant.

In just a few breaths, the group of eight was reduced to one man. The bandit leader, seeing this, was furious.

With a roar, he brandished his ring-pommel sword and charged at the remaining Daoist followers.

Compared to the commoners who wielded crude spears and only knew farming skills, the bandit leader, holding a sharp blade, was like a tiger among sheep.

Where the cold light flashed, blood splattered, and in the blink of an eye, four or five people were cut down.

"Ah! Get out of the way immediately!"

Zhao Ze rushed into the backyard and, seeing the tragic scene, immediately roared angrily!

Immediately, he brandished his ring-pommel sword and charged towards the bandit leader without hesitation.

At the same time, Zhao Li also brandished his spear, following closely behind.

Several more valiant Taoists joined in and surrounded them.

The moon hangs high in the sky, its clear light shining everywhere.

The snow-white blade light cascaded down like a waterfall, colliding fiercely with the sharp blades attacking from all directions, sparking a few sparks.

"Whoosh!"

A cold arrow cleaved through the air and arrived!

"Ding!"

The bandit leader swung his knife sharply, sparks flew, and the blade narrowly deflected the arrowhead!

Before the bandit leader could catch his breath, a second arrow shot out like lightning, chasing after the fletching of the first.

"Pfft!"

The bandit leader couldn't dodge in time and could only slightly turn his body to avoid the chest. The arrow pierced his shoulder blade hard, and the fletching trembled violently.

"You little thief!"

The bandit leader roared angrily and abandoned the others, rushing straight at Zhao Xian like a mad tiger.

"If this little thief hadn't struck first, shooting down two of my followers, I wouldn't be in this desperate situation."

"Even if I perish in this pavilion today, I will first kill this petty thief!"

With these thoughts in mind, the bandit leader had already closed in to within a few feet of Zhao Xian and swung his sword to strike.

"Snap!"

With a flash of light, the ox-horn bow snapped in two, and Zhao Xian retreated rapidly.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Zhao Xian crashed into the courtyard wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

"Saburo!"

"Kuro!"

Upon seeing this, the villagers behind the bandit leader turned pale and rushed over in unison.

At the critical moment, two figures rushed forward. One of them wielded a shield and rammed it into the bandit leader's ribs, while the other suddenly ducked down and kicked the bandit leader in the knee!

The visitors were none other than the brothers Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ji.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking was ear-piercing; the bandit leader's lower leg twisted, and he knelt on one knee.

Zhao Zheng charged forward again with his shield, but the bandit leader grinned and thrust upward with a sharp blade.

"Pfft!"

The ring-pommel sword pierced straight through the iron-plated wooden shield, sending Zhao Zheng and the shield flying into the air!

"Brother!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Xian's eyes turned red with rage, and he drew a short blade from his waist and lunged forward to stab.

Although the bandit leader did not have time to draw his sword, the scabbard seemed to emerge from its cave like a poisonous dragon, striking Zhao Xian's chest with lightning speed!

"Snap!"

A piercing pain shot through his chest, and a tremendous force struck him, causing Zhao Xian to fall backward as if hit by a heavy hammer.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

His back slammed against the courtyard wall, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother!"

Seeing Zhao Zheng fall to the ground along with the wooden shield, his life hanging in the balance, Zhao Ji's eyes widened in fury. He turned and pounced on the bandit leader from behind, grabbing his throat and tightening his grip with all his might.

"Snapped!"

The bandit leader's body shuddered, and Zhao Ji behind him let out a muffled groan as his arms went limp and he flew backward.

The bandit leader, leaning on his scabbard, slowly rose, turned around, and grinned maliciously. The other villagers, seeing the bandit leader's ferocity, were terrified and slowed their pace slightly.

"If it weren't for you, you little thief, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state today!"

The bandit leader, dragging his strangely bent legs, slowly stepped forward and grinned at Zhao Xian.

"On the road to the underworld, I want you to accompany me!"

The bandit leader shouted, and with a sudden burst of power from his intact left leg, he leaped into the air, wielding his ring-pommel sword.

The moon hangs high in the sky, the glint of swords flashes like water.

"My life is over!"

Zhao Xian felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

In a flash, another person leaped into the air and knocked the bandit leader to the ground.

He snatched the blade from the bandit leader's hand, bent his knees and pressed down, holding the knife to his neck, and pressed down with all his might!

*Sizzle—!*

Blood gushed into the sky, spraying more than ten feet high!

The man, holding the thief's head in his hand, slowly stood up.

Everyone looked over and saw that the bandit leader's eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes still open!

For a moment, the backyard was deathly silent.

"Dalang! Erlang! Sanlang!"

Zhao Li roared and abandoned the bandit leader, lunging at the three men!

The crowd snapped out of their daze and rushed forward to help.

"Uncle has saved Sanlang three times already!"

Zhao Xian leaned against the wall, grinning bitterly, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"I am unharmed, please save my elder brother!"

"This is a healing elixir, specially made for treating injuries, and it was given to me by Lord Ting."

Zhao Xian struggled to take out a porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to his uncle, Zhao Li.

On the eve of the Lunar New Year, Zhao Xian presented the mountain phoenix he had hunted to Chen Yuancheng, the Pavilion Lord.

Upon first seeing the mountain phoenix, Chen Yuancheng was overjoyed and wanted to pay for it, but how could Zhao Xian accept his money?

After some initial refusal, Chen Yuancheng finally gifted Zhao Xian the Rejuvenating Elixir.

This elixir can not only heal injuries, but also help cultivators break through to higher realms.

Chen Yuancheng gifted this elixir in the hope that Zhao Xian could reach the fourth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible.

The elixir was of great value, but in this life-or-death situation, only his uncle and elder brother risked their lives to save him. Zhao Xian could clearly distinguish which was more important!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Li showed a hint of surprise, thinking to himself that Chen Yuancheng seemed to value Sanlang quite highly.

Now that Zhao Zheng was in a life-or-death situation, Zhao Li didn't have time to think. He took the porcelain bottle, turned around, and rushed towards Zhao Zheng, who was lying in a pool of blood.