The Long Journey to Immortality

Two phantom images of Pegasus, each wielding a weapon, appeared on the front of the Pegasus chariot.

The phantom flapped its wings and easily lifted the flying carriage carrying Han Lu and Wenren Ou, heading rapidly towards the northeast.

After her cultivation level improved, Han Lu no longer needed to expend much energy or spiritual power to drive the flying chariot, and the speed of the flying chariot was also much faster than before.

Within minutes, the flying carriage carried the two away from the Dongzhou Prefecture area and into the Jiang'an Prefecture territory.

Wenren Ou initially touched and looked around after getting into the carriage, but in the end he was attracted by the many novels and picture books published in the Central Plains region on Han Lu's flying horse carriage.

Looking at these "unique" books that weren't even in the Jitian Palace, Wenren Ou had even more questions about Han Lu's identity.

However, he also firmly believed in the conjecture that Han Lu was a Golden Core cultivator.

"Sister Han might be the disciple of an ancient Nascent Soul cultivator..."

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sun is about to set, while Han Lu's flying carriage continues to travel at a fast speed through the remote areas of Jiang'an Prefecture.

Just as Han Lu was thinking about finding a suitable place to build a cave dwelling and settle down temporarily, a spell flew in from somewhere and hit the flying chariot right there.

With a violent tremor, although the Pegasus chariot was not completely stripped of its spirituality and lost its function by the magic, its speed was still greatly reduced.

Han Lu, who was sitting cross-legged in the flying horse carriage, suddenly opened her eyes and cursed inwardly, "How come we've encountered a highway robbery as soon as we got Wenren Ou on board?"

Chapter 343 Robbery

Unlike Han Lu, who looked sullen, Wenren Ou's expression at this moment could be described as excited.

Wenren Ou was overjoyed. "Now I can see Sister Han, this Golden Core cultivator, show off her skills."

As a second-generation immortal, Wenren Ou spent the first seventeen and a half years of his life in the Jitian Palace, where the Jitian Palace was located.

The control that the Jitian Palace had over the Jitian Prefecture was perfect; that place could be said to be the most similar to the Central Plains in the Great Yu Dynasty.

Where is it? Safe!

A situation like Han Lu's current predicament would not occur in the Extreme Heaven Palace.

Even the most cunning thief wouldn't venture into the Extreme Heaven Palace, where nearly thirty Nascent Soul cultivators reside, to commit highway robbery.

What you lack, you think about.

Such a stable environment filled Wenren Zhen, the second-generation immortal, with a strong desire to go out and "adventure".

This is also one of the reasons why he did not attempt to "escape" and left the Heavenly Palace to try to broaden his horizons in the wilderness.

Not to mention that the current situation may very well allow him to witness Han Lu, a "Golden Core Realm" cultivator, displaying her skills and prowess.

Although there are many high-level cultivators in the Extreme Heaven Palace, they are all like dragons whose heads are seen but whose tails are never seen.

Wenren Ou had never seen Wenren Mu, who was at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, fight someone so fiercely.

He was like a child seeing the world for the first time, excited about the big events that might happen.

"Sister Han, what should we do?" However, since this was the first time she had encountered such a situation, in addition to being overjoyed, Wenren Ou was also a little nervous, fearing that she would become a burden in those many cultivation novels and become a villain.

Han Lu remained calm, not thinking that the petty thief who robbed people in this secluded spot could be anything special.

“No need to worry,” Han Lu said calmly. “At most, he’s only a mid-Foundation Establishment character. Even if he’s late-Foundation Establishment, there’s nothing to worry about.”

"I want to maneuver the Pegasus chariot to avoid them. If I really can't avoid them, I'll just take care of them myself."

"But you should be careful, do you have any powerful defensive magic items on you?"

Han Lu's tone was completely contrary to her previous repeated emphasis that she was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, which made Wenren Ou's confidence in Han Lu being a Golden Core cultivator go from 99% to 100%.

Wenren Ou quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I have two top-grade magic items for self-defense. As long as it's not a Golden Core cultivator fighting Sister Han, I can hold out for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, relying on my magic items."

As a talented and diligent second-generation immortal, Wenren Ou, who cultivates advanced Qi refining techniques, has only reached the eighth level of Qi refining, but he has already opened up as many as 154 acupoints. In terms of spiritual power, he is even higher than Feng Bailu when he was at the tenth level of Qi refining.

With so much spiritual power, coupled with high-level magical artifacts and numerous multifunctional talismans, he possessed a wealth of spiritual energy.

Wenren Ou was indeed capable of barely withstanding the attacks of an ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Hearing this, Han Lu nodded and said, "That's good. But you don't need to hold on for that long. If everything goes smoothly, a hundred breaths will be enough."

Having fought against and gained the upper hand against Xiao Ran, a Golden Core cultivator in a weakened state, Han Lu was filled with confidence in her combat power in human form.

And as she said before, a petty thief who robs in such a remote place is certainly not a master.

By saying it was a hundred breaths, Han Lu had already left plenty of room for maneuver.

However, whether or not a fight will actually take place remains uncertain.

Han Lu skillfully maneuvered the flying carriage, which had slowed to half its original speed, and soon, three cultivators emerged from the mountains behind them on their swords, giving chase to Han Lu and Wenren Ou.

“They should be three Foundation Establishment cultivators,” Han Lu guessed, based on the speed at which they flew on their swords. “Two of them are around the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, and the other is the early-Foundation Establishment stage.”

"I don't know what grade the spirit sword under my feet is."

"However, if someone is capable of robbing people in such remote and impoverished areas, deep in the mountains and forests, why would they be carrying a mid-to-high-grade magic weapon or spirit sword?"

Han Lu asked and answered her own question.

"Aren't they just a bunch of worthless bastards? Sister Han can easily deal with them in no time," said Wenren Zhen, a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, bluffing.

Han Lu shrugged and didn't say anything more harsh.

This chase between the three Foundation Establishment cultivators on their swords and the flying chariot lasted for a short while, and it could even be said that Han Lu took the initiative to end this meaningless escape.

The chariot was slower than the three of them, so escape was impossible. Given the opponent's strength, Han Lu realized there was no point in avoiding battle.

Seeing that the flying carriage controlled by Han Lu slowly slowed down and descended, finally landing on an open space, the three sword-wielding thieves exchanged a glance, then split into three and slowly surrounded the flying carriage.

Surrounding the flying carriage, the least skilled of the three thieves shouted at it, "You are surrounded. Get out and surrender. We only want your money, not your lives."

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Lu and Wenren Ou stepped off the Pegasus carriage. Han Lu patted her storage bag and casually put the damaged Pegasus carriage back into it.

Upon seeing Han Lu step out of the car, one of the three cultivators, a slightly overweight one, stared wide-eyed. He grinned foolishly and said to his companion, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, not far away, "Big brother, I want to rob you of your virtue."

The fierce-looking cultivator with a thick beard, addressed as "Big Brother," said righteously, "No, didn't we three brothers agree before that we would only ask for money and not take your life?"

"Robbing women is not something we do."

The three thieves were exchanging information and communicating, while Han Lu and Wenren Ou remained silent, quietly watching them.

The slightly overweight cultivator looked dejected when his suggestion to rob her was rejected.

The only thief, who was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, was not seduced by the beauty. Following the lines the three brothers had agreed upon, he shouted his opening remarks: "This road is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass, leave your toll."

"Here come, state your cultivation level. Let me see how many spirit stones you're willing to spend to buy your own lives."

As he said this, the thief took out a piece of paper from his storage bag, on which were written a number of numbers, resembling a price list.

Han Lu was somewhat surprised by the other party's professionalism and meticulousness.

Curious about how the story would unfold, she replied, "I'm at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and he's at the eighth level of Qi Refining."

Upon hearing this, all three showed joy on their faces.

Their cultivation level is limited; the highest level of cultivators they can reliably rob is only the early Foundation Establishment stage.

Naturally, in their view, this was a big win.

Holding the price list in one hand and calculating with the other, the thief in the early stages of Foundation Establishment quickly came to a conclusion.

"Two hundred spirit stones for the eighth level of Qi Refining, five hundred spirit stones for the early stage of Foundation Establishment. But since you're pretty, I'll give you a discount and four hundred spirit stones will do."

"We support using magical artifacts as payment vouchers, but the price depends on what we say."

Respecting industry rules, clearly displaying prices, and even taking care of women—Han Lu wanted to give these three ethical thieves a thumbs up.

However, it's impossible to get her to pay money for the passage.

Chapter 344 Combined Attack Secret Technique

"The price is quite reasonable," Han Lu casually remarked.

“Of course,” the thief, who was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, said with pride after hearing Han Lu’s praise. “I thought about this price for a whole day and night before I came up with it.”

“The three of us brothers have managed to go five days without a single fight and have earned nearly four figures in spirit stones. This price list is a 30% contribution to that.”

"And what about the other 70%?" Wenren Ou asked, speaking in a manner reminiscent of a comedian.

"Of course, it's thanks to my two elder brothers," the little thief, who was at the early Foundation Establishment stage, said, bowing respectfully to the other two cultivators. "Without them, a cultivator at the early Foundation Establishment stage like Fairy wouldn't have obediently paid the toll."

"Not at all," the slightly plump cultivator said, not taking credit for it. "Without my third brother's intelligence, my eldest brother and I wouldn't have been able to earn so many spirit stones."

“Second brother is right,” the bearded monk echoed.

The three of them acting like brothers made Han Lu want to laugh.

In the context of the Great Yu Dynasty, it is truly rare for the three of them to get along so harmoniously.

"Haha," Han Lu chuckled, "You three are quite interesting. When we make our move later, I think I'll have to go easy on you and spare your lives."

When the bearded monk heard Han Lu's words, he responded with a laugh.

"I find the fairy quite witty. If you were truly capable of outrunning the three of us with a burden like this, why would you only be using a flying artifact to travel?"

The three of them had naturally given their decision to choose Han Lu and Wenren Ou as their scapegoats.

In their view, a cultivator who could only travel by flying carriage that could seat two or three people must not be a powerful figure.

"Such arrogance doesn't quite match the image of a fairy," the slightly chubby cultivator chimed in, his gaze lingering on Han Lu's chest as he made a risqué joke, "Could it be that you've grown your brain in your chest?"

The skinny thief, who was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, spoke more politely: "Fairy, I advise you to obediently pay the money to pass through, lest you end up being beaten black and blue, not only injuring your body but also having to hand over your entire storage bag to us."

"Third brother, I think this big-breasted fairy is unwilling to pay. Don't try to persuade her anymore," the slightly chubby cultivator was eager for Han Lu to fight with them so that he would have a chance to kiss her after the victory. "It would be more fun if we all had a good fight and then chatted."

The bearded monk, however, still remembered the importance of making money through harmony.

After all, Han Lu is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and her tone suggests she likely possesses some skill. The three brothers certainly don't want to see any casualties in a fight.

“Fairy, please don’t be angry. My second brother was a bit harsh when he spoke,” the bearded cultivator advised. “It’s only five hundred spirit stones. I’m sure you don’t lack that money.”

"I'll make a decision myself. The flying chariot that you were riding just now will be valued at two hundred spirit stones. What do you think, Fairy?"

A damaged high-grade flying artifact is valued at two hundred spirit stones, which is a fair price among thieves.

The bearded monk was unaware that his words had given Han Lu one less reason to start killing.

Nodding slightly, Han Lu stopped wasting words with the three of them. "That's right, but I still don't want to pay."

With things having come to this point, the bearded monk finally gave up on the idea of ​​"reconciliation".