Chapter 200:

"Can someone really die like this?" the deacon was very confused.

What a useless person?

It seems that Dao Shun is not as good as he appears.

He didn’t know much about Dao Shun, a disciple in the Foundation Building stage, except that he heard he practiced the popular method of refining Taoist soldiers in the sect.

It would be quite a remarkable tale for an immortal cultivator to be defeated by a mortal.

Taoist Qingyang, who was once in the mid-stage of Foundation Building in Xuantian Sect, died at the hands of a Martial Saint in the mortal world and has become a laughingstock within the Nine Immortal Gates.

But the person who killed him was at the highest level among ordinary martial artists, a Martial Saint.

And what about Dao Shun?

He didn’t die in an ordinary city outside, but in a secret realm controlled by the sect, in the Hundred-mile Desert.

Dao Zhen quietly observed the deacon’s expression and saw that he was surprised but not concerned, understanding it in his heart as well.

The difference between immortals and mortals is like night and day, so if there happens to be a Dao Shun who was killed by ordinary people, it would only make other cultivators think… that Dao Shun is truly weak.

But that’s not the kind of reaction Dao Zhen wanted.

"Brother, why don’t you go and check the Soul Restriction Array? Is there perhaps the soul of a person named Qiao Shuangsen?" Dao Zhen said.

"Hmm? What do you mean by that? Is this matter related to an ordinary person?"

"To be honest, before losing contact, Dao Shun contacted me through a Message Jade Slip and told me that he killed a strange ordinary person…"

"So, what you’re saying is… Dao Shun didn’t die from the attack of an ordinary martial artist, but from the hands of an ordinary martial artist?" Deacon’s expression changed slightly.

"That’s right."

Dao Zhen has always been curious about Qiao’s family.

After several failed attempts to capture his soul, now that he knows Qiao Shuangsen is dead, he is eager to find an answer.

……………

Introspection Cliff on the hill behind.

Dao Xu, a female cultivator, sat silently in front of the mountain wall, with occasional flashes of anger on her face, feeling somewhat upset.

"Ten years of introspection… ten years is not considered long for us immortal cultivators."

"But why am I the only one in introspection? Doesn’t Dao Zhen have to do it too?"

While deep in thought, a flash of rainbow light appeared behind him and a middle-aged cultivator named Dao Ni, dressed in a daoist robe with a smooth face, landed on the cliff.

"Senior Sister Dao Xu," the middle-aged man Dao Ni respectfully bowed his head.

"Senior Brother Dao Zhen suddenly returned to the sect and even went to find Dao Shun, asking him to go on a trip to the Hundred-mile Desert…"

At Introspection Cliff, Dao Xu was forbidden to go out, but visitors from outside were allowed to visit.

Dao Xu couldn’t leave Introspection Cliff, but Dao Ni visited her daily, sharing information about Dao Zhen.

Naturally, this included the interactions between Dao Zhen and Dao Shun.

"Died in the ‘Hundred-mile Desert’? What a failure. It seems that Dao Zhen’s judgment is nothing special."

Dao Xu’s gaze suddenly fell on Dao Ni.

"If Dao Zhen can do it, so can I. And if Dao Zhen can’t do it, I can."

"Dao Ni, aren’t you also talented in Taoist soldier techniques and formations?"

"Dao Zhen gave him one hundred spirit stones, so I’m giving you one thousand spirit stones. Will you dare to go and conquer the Hundred-mile Desert?"

Dao Ni’s eyes shimmered.

Dao Ni came from a humble background as an ordinary martial artist. Although he had only reached the 6th rank in training his body, he was a person who had experienced the ups and downs of the world.

Later, he switched to cultivating the path of immortality, successfully achieving Foundation Building. He was more cautious and tactful in his actions compared to other arrogant disciples of the Immortal Gate.



Taking advantage of Dao Xu’s ten-year seclusion, Dao Ni took the initiative to regularly report Dao Zhen’s matters to her, thereby gaining a foothold in this high position.

Therefore, he didn’t want to get involved in this mess.

"Since it’s what senior martial sister wants, going there is just a small matter," Dao Ni decisively said.

"But there is something suspicious about Dao Shun’s death."

"Dao Shun was particularly skilled in refining Taoist soldiers, but not proficient in other methods. So when facing an army of mortal soldiers, he would command his Taoist soldiers to fight while staying far away."

"So, how could he be killed by mortal soldiers?"

"Are you afraid?" Dao Xu dismissed it, but she knew this person was always cautious, so she said:

"Dao Zhen has good judgment. Since he acts this way against mortal soldiers, it means those mortals must have something extraordinary."

"In that case, I’ll give you an additional one thousand spirit stones. You can use the Message Jade Slip to stay in constant contact."

"If anything changes, the sect’s deacon will rescue us immediately."

Dao Ni felt relieved.

Using formations and the methods of Taoist soldiers both require a considerable amount of spirit stones in the realm of immortality.

The more spirit stones he had in his hands, the more confident he became.

Dao Shun only had basic knowledge of the method of transforming beans into soldiers, and he could only command fifty bean soldiers. However, it was enough to defeat three hundred old soldiers in the solitary city in the desert.

Now, his mastery of the method of transforming beans into soldiers has deepened, and he possesses two thousand spirit stones. It is estimated that he can summon more than ten times the number of bean soldiers.

With Dao Xu’s support, this trip is expected to earn hundreds or even thousands of spirit stones, which will be used against ordinary people…

"In that case, I will willingly sacrifice my life," said Dao Ni solemnly.

But Chrisopher found it a bit funny to think about.

The fate of the people in the solitary city is just a competition of will between Dao Xu and Dao Zhen, and their survival or demise is just a single thought away.

"Fortunately, I am also a cultivator of the immortal path," Dao Ni brushed off such thoughts.

………………….

Solitary city in the desert.

Morning.

Qiao Ruosen inherited Qiao Shuangsen’s aspirations and continued to teach the martial arts of the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra" in the military camp of the Immortal Slaying Army.

This time, not only the women and children in the city were in attendance, but also Captain Hai and Lu Yanbei.

However, after Qiao Mu finished speaking and the crowd dispersed, Lu Yanbei found Captain Hai.

"Captain Hai, I heard about what happened last night," Lu Yanbei said with an embarrassed smile.

"My younger brother is straightforward, he didn’t mean it that way."

"You also know that my two brothers have poor backgrounds."

"Our father is a supposedly upright minister of the current dynasty, and our mother is a renowned martial arts heroine… That’s why my brother lacks trust towards both the court and the martial arts world." S~eaʀᴄh the nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Lao Lu, stop bringing up our background all the time," Captain Hai shook his head.

"Why is your brother the only one with a cold and indifferent nature, even though you both have the same background?"

"The oppressive atmosphere in Jiu Province is not a happy place, both inside and outside the desert. There were many people with tragic backgrounds among the hundred thousand soldiers in the past. Is it because of his tragic background that he behaves like this?"

"Don’t bother washing up or trying to mediate. As long as our group doesn’t cause trouble, there isn’t much time left anyway."



"Master Lu, I know your true character. You are who you are, and he is who he is. We, the remaining soldiers, also respect you. You don’t need to go to such extremes for that person." Captain Hai turned and bid farewell.

Only Lu Yanbei remained in the same spot, smiling bitterly.

He hadn’t seen his own younger brother for a whole thirty years.

Even he wasn’t too clear about Lu Yannan in the past. Although he wasn’t a hero who saved the world, he was the peerless swordsman who dominated the world and was known as the sharpest sword in the mortal realm.

Thirty years seemed like a dream, and their reunion now turned into a disappointing encounter.