The Undying Immortals of the Terrifying Heavens

The day after Simu and Chen Xing discussed external alchemy.

Early in the morning, Chen Xing got up early and practiced his martial arts on the grass outside the house.

A series of light and heavy footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by a hoarse, incessant chatter.

Chen Xing looked up and saw a group of people walking along the path outside the mountain, with the Qing Dynasty dragon flag waving.

There were people dressed in official robes and Taoist robes, and servants carrying sedan chairs. The most eye-catching thing in the crowd was a golden coffin!

"It's here!!!" Chen Xing immediately perked up.

The group in front of them was none other than Master Qianhe and his entourage, who were escorting the royal zombies.

Sure enough, the procession stopped in a nearby open space, and a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a Taoist robe, exuding an aura of righteousness, stepped out from among them.

Upon seeing Chen Xing, he smiled and stepped forward to greet him, "Young brother, may I ask if a Taoist priest resides here?"

Chen Xing naturally recognized this person; he was none other than Daoist Qianhe, who had only ever fought in the peak tournament and whose opponents were all from the Tongtian generation!

"Oh, you're talking about Master Four Eyes? Who are you?"

"My name is Chizuru, and the Four Eyes you speak of is my senior brother."

Chen Xing looked as if he had just realized something, and then went to inform Simu and the others.

A moment later, Simu and Qianhe met and exchanged pleasantries. Chen Xing then interrupted.

"Master Qianhe, is this bronze-horned, golden coffin wrapped in ink-lined net filled with zombies?"

"That's right, it's a zombie!"

Four Eyes: "Since it's a zombie, why not burn it?"

Qianhe sighed, "This zombie is no ordinary person. He is a member of the royal family from the border region and needs to be transported to the capital to be dealt with by the emperor."

Chen Xing scratched his head: "But it's the Republic of China now... the emperor is just a figurehead..."

Chizuru still had a smile on her face: "I don't care about these things. I'm just responsible for transporting the zombies in the coffins to their destination."

Chen Xing thought to himself, "I can't let Qianhe continue. The sun is shining brightly now, it's the perfect time to get rid of the zombies. Waiting until it's raining and thundering late at night is not my style."

"Master Qianhe, however..."

Chen Xing was about to speak, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by the eunuch, Steward Wu: "Hey, haven't you finished talking for so long?!"

Before Qianhe could explain, Chen Xing interrupted, "Damn it, you sissy, don't you have any manners? Can't you see we're talking?!"

Chen Xing's sudden outburst caught everyone present off guard. Steward Wu immediately trembled with anger, pointing a delicate finger at Chen Xing, his hand still shaking.

"How dare you insult me!"

Chen Xing sneered disdainfully, "What's wrong with a hermaphrodite like you being insulted by a bondservant?"

"Who do you think you are, daring to insult me!" Steward Wu was so angry that his face turned pale.

However, Chen Xing immediately started spouting terms like "hermaphrodite," "rotten ass," "dead sissy," "lackey slave," and "bastard"...

Qianhe and Simu exchanged a glance, neither of them knowing Chen Xing's purpose. Qianhe whispered, "Senior brother, who is this young man? Should we stop him?"

"Forget it, let's see what he's up to. This kid must have discovered something; he won't hurt you, though."

Si Mu knew Chen Xing's character and knew that he wouldn't curse people for no reason. Anyway, he was on Chen Xing's side now.

He didn't like this effeminate man either...

After being scolded by Chen Xing, Steward Nawu gave an order, and the surrounding Qing soldiers and four imperial guards wielding unusual weapons surrounded him.

With others by his side, Steward Wu immediately puffed out his chest, his eyes narrowing with a cold glint as he glared at Chen Xing, and roared, "All of you, get him! Chop this kid's hands and feet, teach him a lesson!"

Upon hearing this, Chizuru, who was standing to the side, couldn't sit still and immediately wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Yomotsu.

"Hey, don't rush, let's go further away so we don't get splattered with blood." He knew Chen Xing's abilities and didn't think these few people could do anything to him.

The accompanying officers, soldiers, and palace guards swarmed forward, and Qianhe couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for Chen Xing.

"Manager Wu, it's all a misunderstanding!" he shouted, trying to help Chen Xing out of the predicament.

next moment.

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of gunfire echoed through the valley, and the soldiers charging ahead fell like wheat.

"A gun! You actually have a gun!" Manager Wu was so frightened that he quickly hid behind the crowd, and the four imperial guards who used unusual weapons also looked solemn.

Chen Xing: "Sir, times have changed. How come you've never seen a gun before, you dead eunuch? Hey, do you think those foreign devils can get your master to sign a treaty without firing a shot?"

These words immediately struck a nerve with these Qing soldiers and Manchus. Si Mu, who was standing far away, showed a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He finally understood why Chen Xing had acted this way.

Further away, the monk Ikkyu simply clasped his hands together and chanted Amitabha.

At this moment, the young prince, who had not shown himself until now, stepped out from behind Steward Wu. His voice was childish but his tone was firm.

"you..."

"What the hell?!" Chen Xing fired a shot right in front of the young prince's feet without saying a word, startling Steward Wu into quickly pulling him back.

The four imperial guards were about to unleash their fury, but Chen Xing held the truth in his hands.

At this moment, Chen Xing said jokingly, "Actually, if you all swarm at me, I definitely won't be able to kill you all. I'll definitely be dead by then. Want to give it a try?"

Si Mu, who was already standing under the house in the distance, sighed upon hearing this.

Chizuru asked curiously, "Why did you sigh, Senior Brother?"

Four Eyes: "This kid is up to no good again. I wonder what these people did to offend him. He's very petty."

Upon hearing Chen Xing's words, the four experts were still hesitant, but Steward Wu perked up: "He's right, hurry up and attack!"

The four masters exchanged a glance, then suddenly scattered in different directions, their steps as swift as ghosts as they approached Chen Xing.

At the same time, the Qing soldiers wielding steel swords and spears charged forward, shouting and yelling.

With two pistols in hand, Chen Xing could take down a person with a single shot.

Unfortunately, before he could kill many people, the four masters had already closed in on him, and at this distance, using a gun was no longer appropriate.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four legs, let alone four people with eight legs. Chen Xing used his close-range strength to knock one of them away with a Iron Mountain Lean, but his chest was pierced through by a sickle.

Even his lungs were punctured, and large amounts of blood and foam gushed out of Chen Xing's mouth.

He roared, looking like he was about to die.

"Die!!!"

The man's eyes were filled with excitement; no one who took that blow would have a chance of survival.

The steward, Wu, laughed loudly from a distance and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Cut off his head! Now!"

Chen Xing fought hard, seized a sickle, and killed several Qing soldiers. He was on the verge of collapse.

"Why aren't they dead yet?"

Chen Xing flailed his arms and legs wildly, and a top imperial guard was accidentally slit in the throat by Chen Xing's sickle.

Manager Wu: "Oh dear, how could you be so careless!"

But soon, Steward Wu noticed something was wrong. Why hadn't Chen Xing died after struggling for so long, while there were only a few people left on the field?

"wrong!"

Chen Xing: "Haha, that's right!"

Chen Xing burst into laughter, instantly becoming energetic and lively, as if his near-death state was just an illusion.

The remaining two imperial guards' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

"What!?"

In the next instant, the sharp weapon flew past their necks, spraying blood like a fountain.

Even with their deepest resentment, the two could only lie on the ground struggling, like wild boars being bled dry.

Without blinking, Chen Xing rushed forward and arrived in front of Steward Wu in the blink of an eye.

"Were you just about to chop off my head?"

Steward Wu's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

"You, you, you, how could you...?"

Chen Xing: "With so many of you, if I don't pretend, what will happen if you run all over the mountain? If you miss one, I won't be able to catch you all."