Immortality begins with exchanging talent attributes.

The rain has finally stopped.

Mo Yunfeng's figure gracefully landed, stopping beside Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Senior Mo!"

The remaining guards in black uniforms who were still able to move also struggled to their feet and bow.

"Greetings, Senior Mo."

Mo Yunfeng's expression was very unpleasant.

He didn't say much, just nodded, his gaze first falling on Lu Qingshuang behind Zhou Yan.

"Bring them in."

After saying that, he went into the house first.

After Zhou Yan carried Lu Qingshuang into the house, the first thing that caught his eye was the blood-covered corpse of Commander Ma.

  

Commander Ma lay on the ground, covered in blood, his body in an extremely contorted position, his eyes wide open, as if he was still unwilling to accept his fate even in death.

Mo Yunfeng walked over, squatted down, and placed his hand on the other person's chest.

After a moment, he shook his head slightly and sighed.

The room was extremely quiet at the moment.

Zhou Yan had already guessed the outcome, but seeing Ma Qianhu's miserable state, he still couldn't help but speak up.

"Senior Mo, Commander Ma..."

"Dead!"

Mo Yunfeng spoke up.

"This... Senior Mo, didn't you say that even the dead can be brought back to life?"

Although he didn't have much contact with Commander Ma.

But based on that last desperate counterattack, he knew that the other party was a loyal and courageous person.

Zhou Yan admired this kind of person from the bottom of his heart.

"With no life force and broken meridians, not even a god could save me, let alone me."

Mo Yunfeng spoke in a low voice, then turned to look at him.

"Put Lu down, let me take a look at her."

"Yes."

He moved a table over from the side, untied Lu Qingshuang from her body, and placed her on it.

Looking at Mo Yunfeng, he said uncertainly:

"Is Commander Lu alright?"

Mo Yunfeng glanced at him and said calmly:

"Of course it's okay! Don't make a fuss."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of golden light appeared in Mo Yunfeng's hand, and several golden needles were pierced into Lu Qingshuang's major acupoints.

With a single finger, an invisible force emanated, and the tip of the golden needle began to vibrate rhythmically on its own.

A wisp of intense heat emanated from the needle's tail.

In no time, Lu Qingshuang's complexion improved at a visible speed, and her face became much more normal.

While feeling relieved, he also started to worry about Zhu Asan's family.

Seeing that the treatment might take some time, he quietly left the house.

Li Kun was waiting outside the door.

His face was still deathly pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He looked like he could lie down on the spot at any moment.

But he still managed to stay upright and didn't fall.

Upon seeing Zhou Yan emerge, Li Kun quickly asked:

"How are Lord Lu and Commander Ma doing?"

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment.

"Commander Ma is dead, and Senior Mo is saving Commander Lu."

Upon hearing this, Li Kun's body trembled, and he sighed bitterly:

"I thought coming to Qingzhou would just be a simple mission, but I never expected..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Zhou Yan patted the other person on the shoulder and said:

"Brother Li, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Li Kun nodded and looked at him, saying:

"Brother Zhou, we might be returning to the prefectural city soon. You should get ready to come with us."

Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment, then looked around and said:

"Okay! See you in a bit."

He clasped his hands in a fist salute and hurriedly ran out of the courtyard gate.

……

Inside a shop in the East Market.

"Brother Zhu, the rain has stopped outside, and the fighting has stopped too. Is everything alright?"

The young man leaning against the door, peering outside, turned to Zhu Asan beside him and asked a question.

Zhu Asan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said to him:

"You wait here, I'll go out and check."

Having said that, he picked up his dagger and was about to open the door and leave.

Just then.

"Third Brother! Are you still there?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang out, and Zhu Asan abruptly stopped.

The next moment, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he pushed open the door and rushed out.

"Ayan!"

Standing outside the door was Zhou Yan.

Zhu Asan stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Yan's shoulder, looked him up and down, his voice hoarse.

"Are you alright?"

Zhou Yan grinned and smiled.

But that smile really isn't very attractive.

"Everyone says we can't afford any accidents, Third Brother, call everyone out, and be careful not to step in puddles."

A moment later, the people hiding among the merchants came out. There weren't many; including Zhu Asan's family, there were only eight people.

"Brother Zhou Yan!"

Little Zhu Zhu couldn't help but shout it out.

The little girl's face was pale, and she clung tightly to his neck with both hands, as if he would disappear if she let go.

Zhou Yan glanced down at her, then looked at Aunt Zhu.

Aunt Zhu looked terrible.

Needless to say, the others all stared blankly, clearly terrified.

Zhou Yan wanted to say something.

But when the words were on the tip of my tongue, I felt that nothing I said would be appropriate.

Finally, he whispered only three words.

"it's over!"

Upon hearing this, several women couldn't help but burst into tears.

Even Sister-in-law Zhu couldn't help but lean on Zhu Asan's shoulder and sob softly.

Although they had been hiding here, they had seen some of what was happening outside.

The dried-up corpse, drained of its life force, the innocent civilians dragged out of the house by the intruders, and the screams that echoed from afar.

For ordinary people like them, what happened that day was like hell.

Zhou Yan held Zhu Zhu in his arms, his heart also heavy with sorrow.

In his previous life, he had watched some TV series that depicted the destruction of cities and the loss of lives.

But it's all about the main characters fighting each other, and the villains going crazy.

When ordinary people die, at most it's just a matter of saying "countless people died or were injured".

But when he actually saw it in front of him, he realized that the phrase "countless deaths and injuries" referred to countless innocent lives.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Yan said to Zhu Asan:

"Third Brother, let's go back and pack our things. We might have to leave."

Zhu Asan nodded silently.

"Where are we going?"

The little girl in his arms asked, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Zhou Yan looked down at her.

"Let's move! We're moving to the prefectural city."

Although Qingzhou City still exists, the poisonous rain and corpses throughout the city have rendered this county town practically defunct.

He then spoke a few more words to the other survivors, telling them to try to find the Black-Clad Guards and the yamen officials and not to wander off on their own.

Then he led Zhu Asan and his family toward Green Willow Lane.

There were corpses lying everywhere along the way.

There are members of the Wusheng Cult.

There were also ordinary people among them.

Not far away, cries and howls could occasionally be heard.

Zhou Yan held Zhu Zhu in one arm and covered her eyes with the other.

"I'm not going to watch it, I'll take a nap."

The little girl leaned on his shoulder, her body still trembling slightly.

Not long after, she really fell asleep.

Rather than saying she fell asleep, it would be more accurate to say that she was so terrified that she finally couldn't hold on any longer and passed out.

Upon arriving at Zhu Asan's house, Zhou Yan handed Zhu Zhu over to Zhu Asan.

"Third Brother, you guys pack first. Don't take too much. Just bring some money, clothes, and food for the road. I'll come back to find you later."

Zhu Asan took Zhu Zhu and nodded, saying:

"understood."

He looked at Zhou Yan, his voice lowering.

"Ayan, be careful too."

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Um."

We walked out of Green Willow Lane.

The blinding sunlight shone on his face, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

Look around.

What came into view were either collapsed houses or corpses scattered everywhere.

Zhou Yan lowered his head and strode towards the county government office, trying hard not to look at the scene before him.

He was neither afraid nor compassionate.

He knew very well that he was only alive because of sheer luck!

If luck were even worse.

If Lu Qingshuang's backup plan wasn't that strong.

Then he, Zhu Asan, Zhu Sao, Xiao Zhuzhu, and all the surviving Xuanyi Guards would become corpses.

They're no different from these people lying in the street.

There won't be a next time.

Zhou Yan repeatedly reminded himself of this.

I've been in this world for less than a month.

But in this short period of time

It made him understand one thing very clearly.

If you are weak, even your right to live is given to you by others.

If you're weak, you deserve to be used as a medicinal ingredient.

Weakness—is the original sin!

Zhou Yan raised his hand.

Looking at the information displayed on the panel.

[Realm: Third Refinement of Muscle/Tendon Changing Realm]

"Three training sessions."

In Qingzhou County, it is already considered weak.

But in front of Shen Zhongheng, in front of Gong Changying, in front of Wumian, and in front of Lu Yuan's clone, the Three Practices are nothing.

not enough!

Far from enough!

He wants to climb up.

He will take it one step at a time, step by step, to reach the pinnacle of the Innate Realm!

One day, he will stand before those who consider themselves superior and let them taste the bitterness of being unable to control their own destiny.

Let them know just how tough Zhou Yanming really is!

……