Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

Lu Qingshuang did not respond.

Her long sword hung slightly lower, but the blade remained aimed at Han Ya's heart.

Han Ya took the opportunity to catch his breath, his eyes filled with even more sinister intent.

"I'm sure this disguise is flawless, so when exactly did you discover me?"

From the moment I returned to Qingzhou County? Or was all of this actually a trap set to capture me?

Lu Qingshuang's gaze was cold, but a hint of doubt appeared deep in her eyes, yet she remained silent.

Seeing this, Han Ya seemed even more certain of his guess.

Yes, he suddenly realized that it all seemed to be a trap, a trap set to capture him.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain why his deputy died so strangely.

Moreover, no sooner had he arrived than the Black-Clad Guards followed him.

There are no such coincidences in the world!

"Just as I thought."

The coldness on his face intensified.

"Lu Qing Shuang, the eldest daughter of the Lu family, ranked thirty-seventh on the Human Ranking, truly lives up to her reputation. This time, I admit defeat!"

Lu Qingshuang had no idea what the other person was babbling about.

But it's not too late to ask after we've won them over.

"Admit defeat? Then kneel down!"

After she finished speaking, the long sword in her hand suddenly trembled.

A flash of silver-white sword light suddenly appeared.

The next instant, the sword light split into two, then into three, resembling three cold shadows that simultaneously pierced towards Han Ya.

Han Ya's expression changed.

"The Splitting Light and Cold Shadow Sword!"

He swung his short blade horizontally.

  

"clang!"

He blocked the first sword light.

But the second sword light had already grazed past his shoulder.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The third sword light went straight for his chest.

Han Ya gritted his teeth and growled, stomping his foot hard and lowering his body to narrowly avoid a fatal blow.

Even so, the sword still managed to carve a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest.

"Hmm!"

Han Ya grunted and retreated several steps.

Lu Qingshuang, however, showed no intention of giving him a chance to catch his breath.

With her toes barely touching the ground, she moved like a streak of black lightning, lunging forward once more.

The swordplay is so fast that each strike is faster than the last.

Fast! Incredibly fast!

Zhou Yan was standing at a distance, so he couldn't even see the sword clearly.

All that could be seen was a silvery-white sword light.

Han Ya, the ruthless man who had almost killed the Xuan Yi Guard with a single blow, was now being suppressed by Lu Qing Shuang to the point of almost being unable to breathe.

"A list of people? What's that?"

Hearing their conversation, Zhou Yan pondered to himself.

Judging from the looks of it, this female officer of the Black-Clad Guard seems to be quite famous.

In the blink of an eye, their fight had reached a fever pitch.

Han Ya was clearly at a disadvantage; with each exchange, his footsteps intentionally veered towards the door.

He wanted to escape. He knew he was no match for this woman and that he would surely be killed by her sword within twenty moves.

We must find a way to escape.

……

The area outside the torture chamber is now in complete chaos.

The jailers scrambled to get out, but the Black-Clad Guards were still guarding the outside and wouldn't let them out.

Liu, the jailer, was also shouting angrily, telling everyone not to move.

Zhou Yan and Zhu Asan were swept up by the crowd and slowly approached the door.

He knew very well that at this level of confrontation, the further away the better.

Watching the show?

But you have to be alive to see that first.

I didn't see the people who were nearby; they've probably all gone to meet the King of Hell.

Just then, a muffled thud suddenly came from the field.

Han Ya was knocked back by Lu Qing Shuang's sword and his back slammed heavily against a pillar.

The pillar trembled violently, and dust fell in a flurry.

Han Ya looked down at the sword wound on his chest, his face turned pale, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The next instant, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, forcefully charging towards Lu Qingshuang's thrusting sword light.

"puff!"

The sword pierced the flesh.

Blood splattered.

Using the force of the sword strike, Han Ya flipped backward, flying like a kite with a broken string towards the entrance of the torture chamber.

"Stop him!"

Two guards in black robes, unable to stop them in time, shouted angrily.

The crowd at the entrance immediately erupted into chaos.

Zhou Yan's pupils contracted, and he pulled Zhu Asan to hide to the side.

Stop him? How could he possibly stop him? He just hoped the other person wouldn't contact him.

But sometimes, the things you worry about most are the most likely to happen.

Han Ya was in mid-air when, for some reason, his gaze suddenly fell upon Zhou Yan.

A chilling glint of undisguised killing intent flashed in those cold eyes.

It's him.

This is the little jailer.

If it weren't for him, I might not have been exposed so quickly.

kill him!

The idea went on almost without pause.

Han Ya was in mid-air when his left hand suddenly bent its five fingers, like an eagle's claw, and came down towards Zhou Yan's throat.

"Ayan!"

Zhu Asan's expression changed drastically.

But Han Ya flew backwards at too fast.

It happened so fast that he didn't even have time to pull Zhou Yan back.

Zhu Asan could already picture the scene of Zhou Yan bleeding profusely on the spot the next moment.

Zhou Yan felt a stench waft towards him.

In the face of life and death, he had no time to think and could only instinctively raise his left arm to shield himself.

"Bang!"

Han Ya gripped Zhou Yan's arm tightly with his five fingers.

A sharp pain shot through me.

Zhou Yan was pushed backward, knocking over several prison guards before crashing heavily into the wall.

Han Ya's eyes, however, turned somewhat surprised and suspicious at this moment.

How could that be?

Although he was already seriously injured, even an ordinary second-level martial artist should have had their arm bones shattered and their chest pierced by that claw.

But the arm of the young jailer in front of him was like a piece of hard brass, which blocked the blow.

Han Ya was filled with surprise and doubt.

Zhou Yan, however, paid no heed to the pain.

Because just as Han Ya's five fingers gripped his arm, the panel in front of him suddenly popped up.

【Ever-changing aura (green)】

The target is in poor condition, and the exchange will take three years of its lifespan.

Please select to swap terms.

Zhou Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the blink of an eye, only one thought remained in his mind.

Change!

It must be replaced!

At this point, three years it is!

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and growled inwardly:

"Exchange your skills with rough punches and kicks!"

next moment.

He felt as if a very faint wisp of something was being drawn out of his body.

The feeling wasn't intense, but it made his mind go blank for a moment.

The panel in front of them also began to distort at that moment.

[Acquired entry: Ever-Changing Aura (Green)]

Current remaining life expectancy: 8 years and 2 months.

at the same time.

Han Ya's expression changed drastically.

He felt that the energy he had been able to barely suppress with his innate talent had suddenly become like a wild horse that had broken its reins, completely out of control.

His breathing became disordered in an instant.

"No!"

For the first time, fear showed in Han Ya's eyes.

This is impossible!

His own change caused him to slightly loosen his grip on Zhou Yan's arm.

Zhou Yan seized the opportunity, struggled suddenly, and rolled to the side.

Almost the instant he rolled away, a flash of silver-white sword light appeared.

"puff!"

The sword light slashed past Han Ya's shoulder.

Blood splattered.

Han Ya let out a scream and flew through the air, crashing heavily into the wall of the torture chamber.

"boom!"

The plaster on the wall was shaken off.

Han Ya collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently.

And the old skin on his face that belonged to Sun Dian finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The dough slipped off, revealing a gaunt, gloomy face that belonged to a man in his forties.

Even more bizarrely...

Beneath the ripped opening in his robes, a black lotus flower was flowing with blood, its petals unfolding one by one on his flesh.

Lu Qingshuang stopped, sword in hand.

She looked at the black lotus flower, and for the first time, her expression changed.

"The Lotus Seal of No Birth! You are a member of the Sect of No Birth."

Inside the torture chamber, the previously chaotic sounds were abruptly cut off by an invisible hand.

Zhou Yan leaned against the wall, his left arm throbbing with pain, his chest heaving.

Upon hearing this, his expression changed drastically.

The Wusheng Sect!

A cult within a cult.

There are even rumors that wherever the Wusheng Sect has appeared, there will be endless suffering and death!

They actually appeared in Qingzhou City!

Almost everyone who heard this name changed their expression.

For a moment, the entire torture chamber fell into a deathly silence. Only horrified eyes and rapid breathing could be heard.

Han Ya glanced down at the black lotus flower on his chest and suddenly grinned.

That smile instantly broke the extremely oppressive atmosphere in the room.

He looked at the woman in black uniform and said in a hoarse voice:

"Haha... Lu Qingshuang, you're dead. You've ruined a major event for our sect. Even if your father, Lu Yuan, came, he probably couldn't save you."

Lu Qingshuang stood with her sword in hand, her expression hardening, returning to her cold and ruthless demeanor, the tip of her sword slightly lowered.

"Enough with the nonsense, come with me to the prefectural city."

Han Ya's eyes twitched as if he had heard a joke.

"Go back to the prefectural city? And then go to your Black-Clad Guard's 'Heart-Questioning Prison'? Do you think that's possible?"

Lu Qingshuang's eyes turned cold.

"not good!"

She moved her feet and suddenly strode forward.

But it was still a moment too late.

The black lotus on Han Ya's chest suddenly darkened, and then, as if it were alive, it spread along his flesh and blood towards his heart.

His face darkened at a visible speed, but a strange fanaticism shone in his eyes.

"Neither born nor dying, the black lotus guides me..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly trembled.

Black blood slowly flowed from between his mouth and nose.

Lu Qingshuang's expression grew even colder.

Suicide!

The torture chamber was eerily quiet for a moment, with only the crackling of the flames in the brazier.

Zhou Yan stood at a distance, feeling a chill creeping into his heart.

Are all the members of the Wusheng Sect this ruthless? Aren't they afraid of death?

……