Cultivating immortality begins with formations.

"Excuse me, we've taken the wrong route."

Lu Yuan apologized, changed direction, and quickened his pace toward a cluster of low-lying tiled houses.

What the hell!

What are they trying to do?!

Lu Yuan had a vague feeling that something big was going to happen in Jiuling Market, and he felt uneasy.

He worried that this change would affect his life, which had just begun to improve.

I wasn't in the mood to enjoy the food right now. I came to the gathering place of independent cultivators, found a food stall at random, sat down, and ordered two bowls of noodles.

"Two bowls of beef noodles, one bowl without noodles."

"Fry ten more iron eggs."

"Okay."

Before long, the stall owner quickly brought over two large bowls and a plate. Lu Yuan thanked him and, smelling the aroma of the beef, immediately became a glutton.

"Have you heard? Last night, another monster attacked the market. The law enforcement team couldn't stop it. There were cultivators in Green Bamboo Lane, Green Willow Lane, and Little River Lane who died tragically under the monster's claws."

"Those bastards in the law enforcement team are good at bullying us, but they become spineless when facing monsters."

Be careful what you say.

Two cultivators at the next table glanced at Lu Yuan, but seeing his swift and frantic eating, they ignored him and spoke in hushed tones.

"Especially in Qingzhu Lane, not only were many houses destroyed, but I heard that even that arrogant old woman was seriously injured."

"Ha, you call her an old woman? Well, let me ask you, if she gave herself to you, would you take her?"

"want!"

The two cultivators exchanged a few more jokes before leaving the food stall, and Lu Yuan couldn't help but slow down his eating, his heart suddenly racing.

Green Bamboo Lane, arrogant and slutty old women...

This is no different from giving out your ID number.

If you make an enemy in the marketplace, there are three options: superior, medium, and inferior.

The worst course of action is to cower like a turtle and passively wait for trouble to come knocking.

The middle course of action is to ask a mediator to handle the matter, offer three cups of wine as a penalty, and let bygones be bygones.

The best strategy is to strike first; if you don't strike, then don't; but if you do strike, you must kill.

When a person dies, all grudges are settled.

Of course, things must be done efficiently, leaving no trace.

And now, it's a good opportunity.

Lu Yuan looked up and saw that the fiery red sunset had faded and was completely obscured by the Nine Ridges Mountains, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Immediately, he shouted at the stall owner.

"Another bowl of beef noodles, please!"

……

The night was deep, and the moonlight was cool as water.

The bluestone path, bathed in moonlight, glowed warmly, reflecting dappled light like natural streetlights.

The monks hurried along the road, wary of each other and keeping a great distance.

The market is bustling and lively during the day, but at night, the dark alleys exude an aura of danger.

In particular, the repeated attacks on the market by demonic beasts have left a faint scent of blood in the air, with a chilling atmosphere that makes people feel tense.

Lu Yuan was no exception.

After transmigrating, I lived for thirty years and cultivated immortality for fifteen years.

It's no exaggeration to say that he's never even killed a chicken before, but tonight, he's going to break his fast.

He had just inquired about the events of last night in the neighborhood.

Last night, monsters attacked the market, Qingzhu Lane fell, and thirteen people died. Hua San Niang was injured by the Howling Moon Wolf and is no longer able to move.

Now, they've moved to Jixiang Lane.

Whether in the Green Bamboo Box or in Jixiang Lane, many people witnessed the tragic state of Hua San Niang.

Hiding in a dark corner where the moonlight couldn't penetrate, Lu Yuan used the Qi Concealment Technique to seal his entire aura.

With a talisman affixed to each leg and a golden talisman in hand, and with no one around, he slowly approached Hua San Niang's residence.

the other side.

Inside the room, Hua San Niang lay on the bed, her face pale. Her clothes were pulled down to her chest, revealing a bandage wrapped around her left shoulder, from which blood could be seen.

Her right leg was severed at the knee.

Beside the bed, a boy with effeminate features held a porcelain bowl and said softly, "Third Sister, it's time to drink your medicine."

Hua San Niang slowly opened her eyes and said with relief, "Lin'er, even though I am seriously injured, you are still able to stay by my side. San Niang has indeed not loved you in vain."

The boy named Lin'er looked down at the porcelain bowl in his hand and said softly, "It's always been Third Sister who took care of me, now it's my turn to take care of you..."

"Let's not talk about that now, let's drink the medicine first."

Hua San Niang stared at the boy's slightly trembling hands and suddenly said, "My path to immortality is now cut off. Fortunately, I have accumulated a lot of spirit stones over the years, which I have hidden away. Once I recover from my injuries, we will leave the market. With those spirit stones, it will be enough to help you break through to the Foundation Establishment stage."

Upon hearing this, the boy was excited. He paused in his hand holding the bowl, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound, spilling the medicine all over the floor.

"I'm sorry, I, I..."

"Go and get another bowl."

Hua San Niang shouted angrily, her pale face flushing red.

The boy did as he was told and ran out.

"waste!"

After finishing her tirade, Hua San Niang forced herself to glance at her right leg, and couldn't help but feel another wave of bitterness wash over her.

Having already gone through her hysteria during the day, she calmed down and just wanted to get through the current crisis safely.

At this moment, she dared not trust anyone, yet she could not live without someone.

His right hand, tucked under the covers, was still clutching a wind and thunder talisman.

Not long after, the effeminate young man brought another bowl of medicinal soup, intending to feed it to Hua San Niang. The latter did not open her mouth, but simply stared at him quietly.

The effeminate young man understood immediately and took a sip himself, which put Hua San Niang at ease.

"Lin'er, it's not that your third mother doesn't believe you, it's just that I've committed too many sins in my life. There are at least twenty or thirty people who have died directly or indirectly because of me, not to mention those I used to get into the family..."

As she spoke, Hua San Niang seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "How many people know that I moved here?"

"You were seriously injured at the time, and we dared not stay in Qingzhu Lane any longer, so we sent you here. Many independent cultivators in Qingzhu Lane know about this."

Upon hearing this, Hua San Niang became somewhat anxious: "Tomorrow morning... now, right now you carry me on your back and go to Feitian Ridge to rent a cave dwelling."

She wasn't worried about her so-called enemies coming after her, because the people she bullied were all low-level, independent cultivators with no background or strength.

What she feared most were her subordinates who usually followed her around, doing awful things under her orders.

When he was uninjured, he was able to intimidate them by virtue of his cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi Refining and his relationship with the cultivation families.

Now that he's half-dead, it's hard to guarantee that no one will want to take his place.

After all, all the cultivation families need is someone to do dirty work; they don't care who the other party is.

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to carry me!"

Hua San Niang was furious when she saw that the young man did not move.

"Third Sister, I've just thought about it, and I've decided not to pursue Foundation Establishment."

The boy spoke, and blood was already dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"you……"

A hint of panic flashed in Hua San Niang's eyes, and she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

The boy named Lin'er was even worse off; blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose, yet a pitiful smile lingered on his face.

"My mother wanted to see me reach the Foundation Establishment stage, but she died. My sister also wanted me to reach the Foundation Establishment stage, but after you took her away, her fate is unknown. I think your death might be a more pleasant thing than reaching the Foundation Establishment stage."

Hua San Niang remained silent.

He reached into the blanket, took out a pill from his storage bag, put it in his mouth, and then began to regulate his breathing to neutralize the poison.

"puff!"

A mouthful of poisonous blood gushed out, and Hua San Niang's face turned ashen, but her breathing had returned to normal.

At this moment, she looked at the boy who was lying on the ground, barely alive, and sneered, "You finally showed some backbone, but you're still a piece of trash."

"Cough cough..."

"I envy that uncle surnamed Lu. He's the only rogue cultivator who managed to escape unscathed after being targeted by you."

Hua San Niang looked disdainful upon hearing this.

"Although I haven't figured out his relationship with Zhu Meng yet, don't worry, no one I've set my sights on will escape."

"I have connections."