Yunmeng Immortal Clan

A stunning crimson rainbow streaked across the sky at a speed invisible to the naked eye of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The red-robed cultivator, who was also slightly injured, once again manipulated five spirit blades to attack Song Daoxuan from a distance. Song Daoxuan immediately summoned several spirit swords to barely defend against the attack.

However, the opponent's late-stage Foundation Establishment magic still crashed down, instantly inflicting a fierce attack on Song Daoxuan, causing him to be seriously injured.

Song Daoxuan maintained his clarity of mind and, disregarding the loss of his essence and blood, used the so-called demonic escape technique, Blood Light Escape, to maintain an incredible speed.

However, the injured red-robed cultivator had completely reduced his escape speed. This time, he failed to deal with Song Daoxuan in front of him, and the red-robed cultivator also completely lost his last chance to attack Song Daoxuan.

Song Daoxuan quickly disappeared from the range of the red-robed cultivator's divine sense.

Song Daoxuan used the Bloodlight Escape technique to travel some distance before he had the opportunity to use those second-tier long-distance escape talismans.

He immediately stopped using Bloodlight Escape. Because of the time he spent using Bloodlight Escape, Song Daoxuan's face was pale and his blood energy was greatly depleted.

The amount of essence blood in a cultivator's body is constant. Consuming even a little essence blood requires a certain amount of time to replenish. Once the essence blood is completely depleted, it will inevitably lead to death for a cultivator.

However, Song Daoxuan was not stingy at all in using second-tier talismans.

Normally, this item would be extremely valuable in the cultivation world, but now that he was facing a life-or-death situation, Song Daoxuan couldn't care less about that and used all the talismans that could increase his escape speed and teleport instantly.

All he wanted was to escape the tracking and lock-on of that late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and to save his own life.

Having cultivated for decades, Song Daoxuan had a clear mind. In the world of cultivation, preserving one's life was of utmost importance. If one could not even save one's own life, then the path to immortality would be nothing but empty talk.

It's unclear how much time has passed, but Song Daoxuan's spiritual power was almost completely exhausted, and he even lacked the meager spiritual power needed to control the White Bone Shuttle.

Ahead lay a river, surrounded by lush, verdant trees. In an instant, Song Daoxuan felt his vision go white, and he lost consciousness and fainted.

Song Daoxuan instinctively fell into the river. The river was swift, and his body began to drift with the current.

Just then, there was a village downstream.

In the shallower parts of the river, a group of village women were washing clothes on the bank.

"Ah Qing, you're already eighteen, practically a grown woman. There's a landlord named Shen in the east village who thinks you're quite pretty and wants to take a concubine. What do you think about it?" Widow Li asked, looking up at Ah Qing who was washing clothes beside her.

Aqing is eighteen years old this year. In the Great Li Dynasty, once a woman reaches the age of marriage, she is old enough to discuss marriage.

However, Aqing had never met a man she liked. Her parents had been pressuring her to get married for the past few years and were now arranging a marriage for her. So Aqing ran away from home and almost died in an accident.

The matter was left unresolved. In addition, Aqing remained stubborn and even now that she is eighteen, other girls in the village have long since married other men and become wives, and some even have children.

Were these women's marriages truly fulfilling? Probably not. Their marriages were all arranged by their parents, and they could only steal a glance at the man they were to marry before the engagement.

If they marry a down-to-earth man, they can live a peaceful life. But they are afraid of marrying a gambler who indulges in drinking, gambling, and prostitution. Once the man squanders the family fortune and is pressing for repayment, the husband might even sell them while they still have some beauty.

"Aunt Li, I think you and that landlord Shen are quite a good match. I think since you've lost your husband, you might as well marry that landlord Shen as a concubine." Aqing glared at Aunt Li with a hint of anger.

The landlord Shen that Aunt Li mentioned was indeed a very wealthy man, but he was not only a short, ugly, fat man, but also not an honest and law-abiding person. He had dozens of concubines.

Landlady Shen took a liking to his looks by chance, but it was just a passing fancy. Once she married him and he got tired of her, she would be nothing more than a plaything that could be discarded at any time.

Aunt Li mentioned this matter many times, clearly because she had received benefits from that landlord Shen, and did not really want to think about her life's important matters. Aunt Li had a notorious reputation in the village and was not a kind person, so Aqing did not give her a good look either.

"You little brat, how can you talk like that? He's just trying to be kind. Master Shen is a wealthy and powerful man, while your family is so poor. If you marry Master Shen, your family will be rich! You little brat, you don't know how to repay kindness and you still say such things!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Aunt Li, but who I want to marry is my own business, so please don't worry about it." After saying this, Aunt Li left angrily, muttering under her breath that Ah Qing was ungrateful.

All the women in the village left, and the area gradually became deserted.

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

Aqing finished washing the last piece of clothing and was preparing to leave the place with the wooden basin.

But at that moment, the girl's eyes widened as she caught sight of what appeared to be a corpse drifting towards her in the river.

The girl was naturally a good swimmer, so she entered the water in one go.

Because she was not strong, it took her a lot of effort to barely drag the person up.

"He's still breathing, he's not dead. What a handsome face! My parents told me I can't just stand by and watch him die! But with my strength, it's hard to move him." After thinking it over, the girl ran home and called her parents and brother.

With the help of several people, they took the man back home and settled him in.

Aqing's ancestors were farmers who lived in Huangliangou for generations. During the busy farming season, they would cultivate the land, and in their spare time, they would go up the mountain to pick some herbs or hunt for a living.

After bringing the man home, Ah Qing's father looked at the shocking wounds on his body and said quietly, "This man's injuries are so severe. I don't know if he can be saved. They're all knife wounds. Whether he survives or not depends on his fate!"

After Aqing's father finished speaking, the group of people first cleaned the man's body, then took some herbs from somewhere, crushed them into a paste, and had Aqing apply it to the man's wounds.

About three days later.

"Where am I? My head hurts so much. I remember I used up all my spiritual energy trying to escape that red-robed cultivator and fell into the river..."