Immortality begins in the Great Wilderness Grotto Heaven

"Bang!"

As fragments of the shattered wooden window were still scattering everywhere, Zhou An, who had been secretly watching for a long time, rushed straight towards the money-counting henchman holding the talisman the moment he landed.

At this moment, Fang Shi and the other two were focused on the tightly closed door because of the loud noise earlier.

Before anyone could react, the window was the first thing to break.

Because this already contradicts their understanding of evil spirits.

Therefore, when he saw the masked man heading straight for him, the money-counting henchman holding the talisman was still in a state of panic and confusion.

"die!"

Zhou An showed no mercy, his clenched fists bulging with veins, his fists like heavy hammers, aimed straight for the younger brother counting money's neck.

He was in a state of extreme excitement and tension, but his body and boiling energy became precise and efficient under the effect of the Tiger Subduing Fist.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the sound of bones cracking came from the money-counting boy who was flying backward.

"How dare you!"

Seeing the money-counting underling slam against the wall and pass out, Fang Shi, as if waking from a dream, was immediately filled with shock and rage.

Realizing that the other party was not an evil spirit or demon, he drew his knife and rushed straight at Zhou An.

"How dare you trespass on the territory of my Chang Le Gang! Die!"

In this shantytown, they are always the ones who bully others; there is no reason for them to be trampled on.

Zhou An sneered inwardly, then kicked out with his right foot, overturning the wine table in front of the two men.

He's been watching for quite a while now, since the afternoon.

"What Chang Le Gang stronghold? It's just an ordinary house."

"Bang!"

Taking advantage of Fang Shi's staggering backward after being hit by the wine table, Zhou An took three steps at a time, like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, and rushed straight towards another person.

The latter was both shocked and furious. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, he slashed at Zhou An's neck with his long knife.

Instead of retreating, Zhou An advanced, taking a step to the left to dodge while simultaneously transforming his right fist into a palm strike, taking the initiative to knock away the opponent's right hand holding the knife.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the man's arm went numb.

But at that moment, Zhou An suddenly grabbed with his palm, and the power of his blood and qi within his body erupted.

In that grab and twist, the man's arm instantly twisted into a bizarre pigeon-toed shape as the bones shattered.

The pain of his broken arm caused the man to open his eyes wide and let out a scream.

"Pfft!"

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhou An disarmed the man with his bare hands and slashed the man's neck with the long sword in his hand.

He is a kind-hearted person and can't stand seeing others wail in front of him.

After kicking the man away, Zhou An took out his long sword and slashed at Fang Shi, who had just circled around the table and was about to attack.

His knife is simple and straightforward, without any fancy tricks.

"clang!"

The two long swords collided violently in mid-air, producing a crisp sound.

However, with the support of his qi and blood, Zhou An remained unmoved, while Fang Shi was forced to retreat repeatedly by the blows.

Seeing this, Zhou An pressed closer, quickly swinging his long sword to slash at the enemy.

He had never learned swordsmanship, but with the help of his vital energy, he managed to cut Fang Shi so hard that he could barely defend himself.

In the end, even the knife in his hand flew away.

"Pfft!"

As soon as the long sword left his hand, Zhou An quickly closed in and plunged it into Fang Shi's abdomen.

The latter was drenched in sweat, his face was deathly pale, his eyes were fixed on Zhou An, and his hands were firmly gripping Zhou An's knife-wielding hand.

"Shh, take a deep breath, bleeding is normal."

Zhou An pinned him against the wall with one hand and suddenly pulled out his right hand holding the knife.

"It's you, Zhou An."

Fang Shi was startled, his voice trembling with pain.

He recognized the voice; it was the same person who had stood at the gate of the outer city house during the day, looking down at him and saying, "Lend me another fifty taels."

"If you kill me, Boss Peng won't let you get away with it."

At the critical moment of life and death, Fang Shi's knuckles turned white from the force, and blood kept gushing out from the wound on his abdomen, but a fierce, trapped beast-like ruthlessness burned in his eyes.

Zhou An's eyes flickered, and his hands paused.

"Boss Peng is a Blood Cultivation Martial Artist, and the leader of my Chang Le Gang has already reached the Second Transformation of Qi and Blood... You can't escape."

Seemingly sensing Zhou An's hesitation, Fang Shi's voice grew increasingly urgent, as if he were desperately grasping at the last straw in the darkness.

"Thanks for reminding me, I didn't expect you to be such a good person."

Zhou An grinned, and the blade suddenly slashed across Fang Shi's neck.

"call!"

After Fang Shi stared blankly with dead fish eyes and completely stopped breathing, Zhou An slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"The local martial arts are truly bizarre. Even though it was my first time killing someone, I felt no guilt whatsoever."

Zhou An glanced at the three corpses in the room, shook his head, and began to concentrate on picking up the scattered silver coins and exorcism talismans on the ground.

"23 taels and 78 copper coins... thirteen copper coins are missing."

A moment later, Zhou An looked at the silver in his hand and shook his head regretfully.

The oil lamp was not bright enough, and the room was dimly lit; continuing the search would only waste time.

"With the Qi and Blood undergoing a second transformation, the leader of the Chang Le Gang is quite a ruthless character. It seems I have no choice but to deposit these ten taels of silver with the Chang Le Gang for now."

As for the remaining money, it can be used to buy medicine, meat, and rice. Qiaoqiao has been living in fear for so long; she needs to be well-fed.

Thinking of this, Zhou An's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

"It's a pity there's still too little money. If there were plenty of meat and a constant supply of herbal soup..."

"In two or three days at most, my Tiger-Taming Fist will be perfected, and my qi and blood will become even more abundant."

Zhou An shook his head, stuffed all the money he had obtained and the exorcism talismans in the house into his pocket, and then stepped out of the room and quickly left.

The streets in the shantytown were chaotic and the ground was uneven.

Zhou An, who had scouted the location that afternoon, already knew this perfectly well.

To his surprise, not long after he left Fang Shi's house, a chilling, malevolent wind swept in from all around.

In the darkness, it seemed as if countless eyes were peering through the cracks in the doors of the street.

Even Zhou An, whose blood was boiling at the moment, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine from this feeling of being constantly on edge.

Evil spirits.

In an instant, those two words quietly surfaced in his mind.

"The nights in this desolate city are indeed eerie."

Zhou Anxin felt a chill and subconsciously touched the exorcism talisman on his chest before hurrying towards the outer city.

Before long, the spying gradually disappeared, and Zhou An was about to arrive near the outer city.

"Ugh!"

However, just as Zhou An was passing a corner, a sharp roar suddenly rang out from the shadows.

The sound carried a strong mental impact, causing Zhou An's head to buzz and begin to feel dizzy.

In a daze, it seemed as if a white figure was rushing towards them.

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