Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

Han Ya was extremely depressed.

What was supposed to be a simple delivery mission turned out to be unexpectedly recognized by the elusive noses of the Black-Clad Guards.

He wasn't too worried at first. According to the Black-Clad Guard's wanted list, he was only at the fourth level of the martial arts realm. He figured if anyone dared to come, he could just kill them.

Who would have thought that the person who came was actually Lu Qingshuang, the famous genius of the Dongchao Prefecture's Xuanyi Guard, a talented woman from the direct line of the Lu family who was listed on the Human Ranking.

If it weren't for his sudden burst of strength catching his opponent off guard, he would have already become a victim of the sword.

Using his innate talent, he successfully changed his aura and briefly escaped capture.

But we had to turn back again.

Because his deputy had been captured alive, he absolutely could not spare his life; the deputy knew too much.

Once the Black-Clad Guards pry open their mouths, at least half of the Qingzhou City connection will be severed.

The thought of the punishment he would receive if the sect's major affairs were hindered because of him made Han Ya, who had already reached the peak of the sixth level of cultivation, tremble with fear.

  

So after shaking off his tail, he crept back as darkness fell.

But when he sneaked into the county jail and found the man, he discovered that his deputy had already died.

According to his observation, the number of Xuanyi Guards dispatched this time was very small, and they were all chasing him, with no one left behind.

Given the opponent's physique, which was trained in external martial arts and had reached the fourth level of martial arts, the injuries were not fatal at all.

But even after checking several times, he couldn't find anything suspicious; the other person looked like he had died from severe injuries.

Although it feels a bit strange, since the person is already dead, that's all that matters.

But just as he was preparing to retreat, he suddenly noticed the commotion outside.

Those damned henchmen of the imperial court are like persistent ghosts.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape, an old soldier came to the death row, seemingly to change the kerosene.

Without hesitation, Han Ya killed him, peeled off his face, changed his clothes, and then used his talent to simulate his aura.

He didn't know this person, but that didn't stop him from becoming the other person, since he was very good at it.

Unsurprisingly, his disguise was almost perfect, and even a junior prison guard he encountered did not notice anything unusual.

And so, he mingled in the crowd, quietly observing the interrogation before him, his expression no different from anyone else's.

But what he didn't expect was...

……

"Sun Dian".

Zhou Yan finished speaking.

All eyes in the torture chamber turned to the back.

At the edge of the crowd, Han Ya kept his head down, his hands still tucked into his sleeves.

Feeling the quietness around her, she slightly raised her head and saw that everyone was looking at her. Her face froze for a moment, then she realized that they must be talking about her.

"Damn it, that bastard should have been killed first."

Just as Han Ya was seething with hatred.

Prisoner Liu's expression also changed abruptly.

"Sun Dian?"

He turned around abruptly and looked at the hunched old soldier.

"That's right, I sent him to change the oil in the brazier outside the death row. Since you've been to the death row, why didn't you step forward?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed immediately.

Prisoner Liu sent Sun Dian to the death row, and he went, but never came out.

The man in black armor turned cold.

"Who called Sun Dian? Come out here."

Sun Dian's face was full of fear. He took a step forward, and his lips trembled.

"I...I only changed the kerosene. I was scared just now and didn't...didn't dare to come out."

Liu, the jailer, was so angry that the fat on his face was trembling.

"You insolent brat! The Black-Clad Guard is asking you a question, come out at once!"

The man in black robes simply stared at Sun Dian and slowly walked forward.

"Two days ago, did you open that high-security cell deep inside the death row?"

Han Ya quickly shook his head.

"I don't have it."

"I only changed the kerosene; I never went into that cell."

The captain of the black-clad guards stopped two steps in front of him, and slightly turned the silver needle between his fingers.

"Reach out your hand."

Two words were uttered.

The fear on Sun Dian's face suddenly froze.

He knew about the interrogation needles; they were the signature interrogation method of the Black-Clad Guards, although he could forcibly suppress the silver needles with his blood pressure.

However, exposure is also unavoidable.

Upon realizing this, the old soldier, who had been hunched over, suddenly lost the cloudiness and fear in his eyes.

Instead, there was an extreme coldness and ferocity.

Then there's no need to pretend anymore.

"Whoosh!"

He flung his prison uniform away.

A dark, short blade suddenly appeared in his hand.

"retreat!"

The captain of the Black-Clad Guards' expression changed, and he instinctively retreated.

But the two were too close together.

Sun Dian suddenly straightened his back, as if he had been pushed out of an old man's skin, and his originally hunched and thin figure instantly grew taller.

next moment.

The dark dagger tore through the air, aiming straight for the Black-Clad Guard Captain's throat!

fast.

too fast.

Most of the jailers didn't realize what was happening until they were almost inside the torture chamber.

Zhou Yan felt a flash of black light before his eyes, and then the skin on his neck tightened.

Even if the knife wasn't aimed at him, he still had the illusion that the blade was pressed against his neck.

"How dare you!"

A sharp, cold shout suddenly rang out.

The woman in black, who had been standing at the head of the table without making much of a move, finally made her move.

She moved with lightning speed.

The dark official robes flashed by in the dim firelight.

The long sword at his waist was suddenly drawn.

Clang!

A streak of silver-white sword light, like frost breaking at dawn, swept across the sky.

Just before the dark dagger was about to pierce the throat of the Black-Clad Guard Captain, the sword struck first, hitting the dagger heavily.

"clang!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing suddenly erupted in the torture chamber.

The man in black armor groaned and was forced back several steps by the shock.

And at this moment, "Sun Dian" completely changed his appearance.

His back straightened little by little, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to change in an extremely subtle way as his muscles moved.

And that old face was loose and sagging, as if it were about to fall off.

It sent chills down one's spine.

The woman in black stood holding a sword, her gaze coldly fixed on the familiar weapon.

"Han Ya, it really is you."

Han Ya chuckled softly.

His voice was no longer old; instead, it became deep and hoarse.

"Lu Qingshuang, the noses of your Xuanyi Guards are truly sharp."

As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of all the jailers in the torture chamber changed drastically.

Zhou Yan stood in the crowd, a layer of cold sweat slowly seeping out from his back.

In his eyes, a blinding green light suddenly appeared above "Sun Dian's" head.

【Ever-changing aura (green)】

The target state is stable, and the exchange lifespan is 200 years.

He wasn't mistaken; the green hue he'd seen in the death row cell really did come from Sun Dian.

What the hell is going on? He just wanted to shift his suspicions elsewhere, but he didn't expect to expose such a big fish.

Zhou Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his fingers trembled slightly in his sleeve as he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But at least he saved his own life.

……

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing against metal echoed continuously in the torture chamber.

Han Ya and the black-clad guard woman named Lu Qingshuang engaged in battle.

In an instant, the entire torture chamber seemed to be in the eye of a storm, with the surrounding braziers and torture instruments being blown about by the spreading air currents.

"Surround it, don't let him escape!"

Another guard in black drew his sword and roared angrily.

The jailers in the torture chamber were terrified and scrambled back towards the door, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be caught in the middle of the battle and wouldn't even know how they died.

Zhou Yan was also backing away. He grabbed Zhu Asan beside him and whispered:

"Third Brother, hurry to the door!"

Zhu Asan's face also turned pale, and his voice trembled.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Don't ask, I don't know either. Let's stay away from them for now."

Zhou Yan turned around and stared intently at the two people fighting in the arena, his heart pounding wildly.

Damn, is this what a high-level martial artist is like? What if I accidentally get grazed by him...?

Forget about copper and iron, even alloys would be crushed!

……

After six rounds of blood transfusion training, his strength became boundless, and each strike carried the force of ten thousand jin.

"boom!"

Han Ya wielded a short, black blade that thrust repeatedly with ruthless, cunning speed.

The instruments of torture nearby were grazed by it and shattered on the spot, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

Before the unfortunate prison guards could react, they were beaten until they were covered in bloody holes and fell to the ground, their fate unknown.

Lu Qingshuang's sword was even faster.

The sword flashed, like a cold wind in the twelfth lunar month, icy and biting, forcing Han Ya to counterattack defensively.

"Bang!"

A wooden frame was smashed by Han Ya as he retreated. He swung his hand back and threw the broken frame at Lu Qingshuang.

Lu Qingshuang's eyes flashed with coldness, and with a horizontal slash of her sword, she shattered the wooden frame to pieces.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Several splinters grazed Zhou Yan's face and flew past, embedding themselves in the wall behind him.

Zhou Yan's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and his heart was filled with even more fear.

"That's an exaggeration!"

And this was just the aftermath of their fight.

He then pulled Zhu Asan and squeezed into the crowd.

"Lu Qingshuang! You have such ruthless methods."

Han Ya forced the longsword aside with a single slash, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

The strenuous exercise caused his already somewhat loose, aged face, which originally belonged to Sun Dian, to become strangely distorted.

……