Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

The temporary headquarters of the Black-Clad Guards.

When the red beam of light shot into the sky, the entire city of Qingzhou fell silent for a moment.

Even the four masters fighting on the rooftop stopped their movements at that moment.

The rain curtain was illuminated by red light.

The rooftops, streets, and people throughout the city seemed to be shrouded in a faint bloodstain.

After a while.

"Hehehe... Lord Shen, you have lost this time. Dan Cheng, today is the day! Ahahaha..."

A harsh, arrogant laugh came from Gong Changying's mouth.

Shen Zhongheng's face was so dark it seemed like it could drip water, and he shouted sharply:

"You bastards, with me, Shen, here, your Wusheng Sect will never succeed."

He turned his head and shouted sharply at Lu Qingshuang below:

"Commander Lu, go to the alchemy workshop immediately and destroy it."

Upon hearing this, Commander Ma frowned and glanced at Shen Zhongheng with some surprise.

Before he could even open his mouth, the man in the pig-faced mask had already drawn his sword and attacked.

Shen Zhongheng flipped his palms and pressed down on Gong Changying once again.

Gong Changying dodged the palm strike with a swift movement, but her laughter became even more grating.

"Lord Shen, I quite like your defiant attitude, but you can take another look."

Shen Zhongheng's heart sank, and he took half a step back, suddenly looking around.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Throughout the city, from all directions, wisps of deep red mist rose from the rain, as if drawn by an invisible force, converging towards the red pillar of light behind the county government office.

A single wisp of mist, inconspicuous, so faint as to be almost invisible.

But when countless wisps of deep red mist rose at the same time, it looked like a blood-red cloud tide, rolling back in the same direction.

Most of the city's residents collapsed in the rain, their legs giving way.

Some strong and healthy people leaned against the wall to barely maintain their balance.

Wisps of blood-red mist, visible to the naked eye, drifted out from the pores of his entire body and then gathered into the huge blood-red clouds in the sky.

Although he is not dead yet, he won't last much longer.

"Damn it!"

Shen Zhongheng was furious.

  

"You've all gone mad! How dare you use the entire city's inhabitants to make elixirs!"

"Gone mad? Heh heh heh... Lord Shen, you're only just realizing this?"

Gong Changying wore a strange smile, which contrasted sharply with Shen Zhongheng's angry face.

"Kill! The raging seas roar!"

Without another word, Shen Zhongheng unleashed his powerful inner energy, transforming it into two giant palm prints that slammed fiercely towards Gong Changying.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the surrounding rainwater was forcefully shaken away, briefly creating a rainless zone.

boom!

A loud bang.

Two nearby houses could not withstand the aftershocks; their walls cracked and tiles flew everywhere.

Looking up at the apocalyptic scene, Zhou Yan felt a surge of relief.

Fortunately, he had already given the antidote to Zhu Asan's family.

As long as they don't get wet in the rain, they should...

Before he could finish his thought, the black-clad guards, who he believed had already taken the antidote, suddenly had a red light rise above their heads again.

"grass!"

Startled, he disregarded everything else and casually slapped away a figure that was trying to ambush him.

He shouted at Lu Qingshuang:

"The antidote won't last long; you can still get infected if you get rained on!"

At this moment, he couldn't help but worry about Zhu Asan's family. Hopefully, they wouldn't get wet in the rain anymore.

On the other side, Lu Qingshuang's longsword was like frost in the twelfth lunar month, its coldness spreading everywhere. She turned around and swept it horizontally, instantly killing three people.

Upon hearing Zhou Yan's shout, she instinctively glanced at him.

Not only the Black-Clad Guards, but also most of the Wusheng Sect members who attacked had wisps of blood and qi seeping from their pores and drifting away.

The next moment, she felt as if some of her vital energy was about to burst out of her body.

She circulated her internal energy to suppress the restless blood and qi.

He shouted loudly:

"Take the antidote!"

After saying that, she took out an antidote from her waist and swallowed it.

That restlessness of qi and blood finally disappeared.

The antidote was already limited. Although Mo Yunfeng gave them a lot, they had already spent a lot treating the refugees, and each person only had two or three pills left.

"Fight your way out!"

Lu Qingshuang shouted again.

"yes!"

The crowd responded.

Lu Qingshuang's sword flashed, and she leaped towards the gate.

Shen Heng, his face covered in blood, roared and followed behind, slashing with his long sword and killing one member of the Wusheng Sect after another.

The group immediately began their breakout attempt.

Zhou Yan mingled in the crowd, holding a long knife he had stolen, and kept slashing.

Although he doesn't know any swordsmanship, he's very strong.

With a single slash, whatever the opponent tried to block it with was severed, and for a moment, hardly anyone dared to approach.

However, the number of Wusheng believers in the courtyard increased, and figures could be seen climbing over the front door, side walls, and roof ridge.

The shouts of battle mingled with the sound of rain, almost drowning out the entire encampment.

Zhou Yan glanced subconsciously in the direction of the East Market.

He had to go to Xiao Zhuzhu's place, but he didn't know what the situation was like there.

However, the Wusheng followers outside the camp had already blocked several streets and alleys.

He had just tried to rush two steps toward the side door when a dozen or so people immediately surrounded him and attacked.

Even if he unleashed his full power, he still wouldn't be able to break through.

He finally realized what was happening.

These people are here to die, just to hold off the Black-Clad Guards and prevent them from disrupting the alchemy process.

However, with the strength of this group, they could stop the ordinary black-clad guards for a while, but they couldn't stop Lu Qingshuang.

She took the lead and sped off towards the source of the red light.

Seeing this, Shen Heng and the others followed while fighting.

The rain was torrential and continuous.

The Wusheng Sect members all around seemed endless, still charging towards them fearlessly.

Fortunately, the temporary office of the Black-Clad Guards was not far from the county government office, and with Lu Qingshuang leading the way, the group successfully broke through the encirclement and rushed into the county government office.

The county government office was also in a mess.

Several constables lay in the rain, their faces ashen and their bodies visibly thinner.

The county magistrate, whom Zhou Yan had only met once, was lying on the threshold of the main hall, with one hand outstretched, as if he was trying to crawl out before he died.

Zhou Yan glanced again at the direction where the red light had appeared.

I was startled.

That's a prison!

The alchemist is actually in prison!

How is that possible?

The next moment, he suddenly remembered Pei Yishui and the phrase "The plums are ripe."

"The plums are ripe!"

It's not that the plums are ripe, it's that the people in the treadmill are ripe!

As the crowd rushed toward the prison, Zhou Yan felt increasingly uneasy.

The air grew increasingly stuffy.

Even the raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be releasing a hazy glow.

He shook his head vigorously.

He felt like he had forgotten something.

Before he could think it through, a group of Wusheng Sect members who had been lying in ambush in the prison suddenly rushed out.

This group was clearly much stronger, with most of them possessing the strength of a second-level cultivator, and for a time they blocked the advance of most of the Black-Clad Guards.

With a flash of sword light, Lu Qingshuang passed through the crowd and stormed into the prison.

Shen Heng followed closely behind.

His cultivation level exploded, and he unleashed a series of slashes with his longsword, which the Wusheng Sect members could not stop at all.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and rushed in as well.

The long sword in his hand was already dulled.

But under his brute force, it was still like a heavy iron rod.

Anyone who stood in his way was smashed aside by him.

Two guards in black robes followed behind him and also rushed in.

As Zhou Yan and several guards rushed into the prison, he immediately felt much more relaxed.

But that strange feeling grew stronger, making his brain feel slightly swollen.

What am I here for?

Where should I go?

He was pushed by a guard in black who followed him in from behind.

He suddenly realized what was happening.

I'm here to stop the alchemy!

The prison was quiet, and as the group went deeper inside, even the sounds of fighting outside gradually disappeared.

Throughout the entire prison, neither prisoners nor guards were to be seen.

There wasn't even a corpse.

We stiffly made our way through the outer and inner prisons until we reached the heavy prison area.

The further Zhou Yan went, the stronger his sense of sluggishness became.

The current heavy prison area has completely changed.

A huge hole has appeared in the ground.

The red light shot up from below the hole, turning the entire prison area a blood-red hue.

Lu Qingshuang was standing at the edge of the red light, looking down.

Seeing Zhou Yan run over, she asked without any surprise.

"What's down there?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's muddled brain processed slightly, and he replied:

"This must be a corpse-dragging cave!"

"Get down!"

Lu Qingshuang leaped down, following the red light.

Shen Heng gave Zhou Yan a meaningful look, then jumped down as well.

It's not very tall, maybe four or five meters.

With Zhou Yan's current strength, even if he falls headfirst, there won't be any problems.

boom! boom! boom!

But just as Zhou Yan and the two black-clad guards behind him landed...

A flash of light suddenly appeared.

Both of their heads flew off.

A handful of scalding blood poured over his head jolted Zhou Yan awake, restoring some of his senses.

Looking up, they saw that Lu Qingshuang seemed to be controlled by something and could not move.

But Shen Heng stood beside him, looking at him with a sinister grin.

"Zhou Yan, you're really lucky to be alive!"

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