Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 422 - 226. Song Cheng arrives, Taoist Companion reun

If it should wait, then wait; if it should advance... it does not retreat.

This manor may well be eerie, but Mr. Zhang isn’t necessarily frightened.

Jing Shifei looked up at the rising red aura, which clearly perated the surface of the world and entered the realm of mortals. She looked at the imprisoned Shi Feng and asked, "Why has the red aura intensified?"

Shi Feng glanced at her and simply said, "Fei, do you still not understand?

My lord is soon to arrive, and all of this is but a sign of His impending coming... When the dragon moves, the clouds dance first; before the tiger arrives, the wind already stirs.

It’s fine if you do not trust now.

But... once you beco like , then, we can continue where we left off.

When you and I are once again Taoist companions, you will naturally understand."

Jing Shifei gave him a cold look and strode away.

Although Shi Feng originally had no interest in Jing Shifei, after being ambushed and captured by her, a strange fire naturally arose in his heart, and now he naturally thought of venting this fiery rage thoroughly upon reconnecting with Jing Shifei.

After Jing Shifei left, she was concerned about Song Cheng’s descendants in the mortal realm and summoned Lian Chanxi to inform her that there might be significant changes in the mortal world, asking her to lend a hand. Having done all this, she then returned.

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In the mortal world.

In a gorge, the Ascetic Cavalry, who had been chasing Mr. Yu for more than a month, encountered another troop of cavalry that had turned traitor.

This cavalry was personally founded by An Chenyu, and many within it were indebted to her. Seeing their benefactor inexplicably ’abandoned after use,’ they were naturally filled with rage.

It’s worth ntioning that An Chenyu knew that the dicine Man Skill could not last; it might cure for the mont but not forever. Thus, when she once again danced with her sleeves in the mortal world, she did not use these Dharma thods.

Now, blocked by the Ascetic Cavalry, she continued her journey on the chariot.

As she proceeded, suddenly, murderous intent filled the wilderness. Even the tall grass could not hide it, as assassins erged from below the grass with the sound of scabbard and the gleam of blades flashing chillingly.

In an instant, ambushes were set from all directions!

An Linyuan originally had a sharp and fierce look in her eyes, ready for a bloody battle, but upon recognizing the leader of the assassins, she revealed a smile and shouted, "Er, are you going to make a move?"

The leader of the assassins in the distance, stunned by the shout, asked, "Who are you?"

An Linyuan removed her facial disguise.

Upon seeing her face, the assassin leader was stunned for a long ti, then exclaid, "Big sister! How can it be you, big sister!! It’s like a flood breaking into the Dragon King temple!"

After saying this, the assassin leader gestured repeatedly with his hands, saying, "Hold on, hold on!"

He imdiately stepped forward to explain: The Chu Emperor had offered a hefty reward for the assassination of Mr. Yu, and as they originated from the Yingui Association, they naturally had no affection for Mr. Yu, who was colluding with the White Lotus Sect, so they accepted the task.

But unexpectedly, they discovered that Mr. Yu’s coachman was the big sister.

Then...

The leader of the assassins looked uncertainly towards the carriage.

He knew that Mr. Yu was inside the carriage, but who exactly was Mr. Yu?

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a male voice ca from inside.

"Let him in."

An Linyuan gestured, "Er, co over."

The leader of the assassins imdiately ca forward; having been saved by the big sister, and later relying on her favor to learn exceptional martial arts, he felt as if she was more of kin than kin itself.

Even more so, at this mont, he had so vague guesses in his heart.

Turning to enter the carriage, he took a seat beside the coachman. An Linyuan lifted the curtain, revealing inside a man and a woman.

The woman was known as the White Lotus Demoness.

The man, on the other hand, was gentle and refined.

And this gentle and refined man suddenly peeled off a disguise, revealing a cold and stunningly beautiful face.

The leader of the assassins fell to his knees, eyes instantly turning red with shock and excitent, exclaiming, "My... my... lord..."

Even One Leaf Lotus was astonished as she looked towards the widely known Mr. Yu. Just by hearing this title, she could vaguely guess Mr. Yu’s real identity.

"You... you are... Heavenly Venerate..."

The title "Heavenly Venerate" was a martial arts world honorific.

At that ti, the Yingui Association had omnipotent influence, hence their enigmatic leader was known as "Heavenly Venerate."

An Chenyu nodded, then looked to the leader of the assassins and said, "I intended to watch the changes of the world with my hands folded, leaving the mortal realm to its own devices, but I never expected that just as a new dynasty was established, Chaotic World would arise again."

She let out a soft sigh and said, "Si Koujian, gather so people and co with to the Imperial Capital, I want to ask why the Chu Emperor is so dead set on killing ?"

Ordinary people would think ’abandoned after use’, but she knew that was not the case.

She wanted to understand the root of the problem.

The commanding assassin, overwheld by the excitent that the lord could still call out his na, eagerly replied, "Yes, yes, I will go right away! If the brothers knew that the lord has returned, they’d be so happy they’d go mad!"

He left with a laugh and a hop.

One Leaf Lotus watched An Chenyu with a complex expression, feeling that this woman was truly unfathomable and terrifying.

As the assassins dispersed and the carriage turned to continue a few more miles, a flute sound drifted in the wind.

This sound was uncommon, resembling a lody from a Foreign Land.

As faith changed and sects proliferated, in nearly a hundred years, the culture of "Dashang Dynasty, Empire of Ten Thousand Spirits, lting Fire Empire" had given rise to many local customs, even gang customs.

One Leaf Lotus said gravely, "It’s soone from the West Pole sect."

As her words fell, the distant flutist slowly stood up.

A scarlet shawl draped over her, her midriff bare, her skin three tis whiter than snow.

A slender waist, hard to hold with one hand...

Above her charming head, another scarlet shawl veiled her face, revealing charming eyes brimming with allure.

The red-shawled woman put away her flute, and with a movent, she crossed the space to appear beside the coachman. An Linyuan was suddenly frozen, unable to move, as if all the space around her was locked tight, without even her soul being able to stir.