This humble Taoist priest, Qianhe, begins his quest for immortality by slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 115 The two leave Quanzhen and save the corpse retriever.

Having been at the Quanzhen Sect for quite some time, Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei could no longer stay there, since their purpose in coming here was not to stay in Zhongnan Mountain and waste their lives.

Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei were about to leave.

On the two cranes, Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei rode one each, while Yun Qingzi Zhenjun flew through the air in the middle.

After landing on the outskirts of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei jumped off the crane.

They landed steadily and bowed to Yun Qingzi, who was standing in the void.

"Thank you for seeing me off, senior!"

Yun Qingzi smiled and said, "No need to be polite. You two were both tricked up the mountain by this old Taoist priest, so naturally this old Taoist priest should send you down the mountain."

All good things must come to an end. Farewell, both of you.

"Congratulations, senior!"

After Yun Qingzi left, Zhong Bai turned to Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, shall we travel together?"

Zhong Bai smiled, his eyes slightly narrowed, his deep gaze unfathomable to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Haha, I am naturally delighted to have the opportunity to travel with Fellow Daoist Qianhe!"

"Then let's go together!"

Zhong Bai didn't care; it was the same whether one was traveling alone or with someone else.

Before we knew it, several days had passed.

Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei arrived at a town near the Yellow River.

The town is called Jiuqu Town, and Zhong Bai guesses that the town's name is related to the Yellow River's nine bends.

Upon arriving in town, before Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei could even head to the town's inn, they saw pedestrians hurrying along the street, muttering about how the Yellow River God had been angry and had drowned more than a dozen people. In the hazy silence, they also heard that the Yellow River corpse retrievers were almost there.

Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei exchanged a glance, both showing some interest in the Yellow River corpse retriever.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, shall we go and take a look together?"

"good!"

The two followed the crowd to the banks of the Yellow River. There were hundreds of people around them, and Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei were completely inconspicuous in the crowd.

Look towards the Yellow River.

A man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat was standing on a sheepskin raft, holding a long pole with a black rope at the end for retrieving corpses.

The Yellow River surged and roared past, yet the man who retrieved the corpses from the Yellow River remained calm and unhurried, and even his sheepskin raft appeared remarkably stable.

"Are those the people who retrieve corpses from the Yellow River?"

Beside Zhong Bai, Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were sharp. Although they had heard of the Yellow River corpse retrievers, this was the first time they had actually seen one.

“Fellow Daoist Qianhe, look at this person, he is like a pillar, his whole body is sinister, but there is also a certain righteousness. I estimate that he is most likely to have cultivation.”

Zhong Bai nodded. Those who could retrieve corpses from the Yellow River might not be as skilled as the Taoists, but they had managed to do so for thousands of years, so they must have something special about them.

"That's natural, but I wonder how these Yellow River corpse retrievers came to be..."

"Haha, you'll understand once you keep watching."

The two looked back at the Yellow River.

The corpse retriever, wearing a straw raincoat, stood motionless on the sheepskin raft. Under his straw hat, Old Huang, the corpse retriever, looked somewhat pale.

Looking at the surging Yellow River in front of him, Old Huang, who could easily retrieve corpses on ordinary days, felt that something was wrong. However, he still let out a breath of stale air and gripped the corpse-retrieval pole tightly in his hand.

Soon, Old Huang's sheepskin raft, used by the corpse retriever, reached the middle of the Yellow River.

"The corpse has arrived!"

While silently chanting an incantation, a talisman burned in Old Huang's hand. Immediately afterward, his corpse-retrieval pole plunged straight into the water. In no time, Old Huang, the corpse retriever, sensed that the pole had hit its target.

With a mighty effort, he tried to pull the body out of the water, but Old Huang, who usually had an incredibly smooth time, found that the body was as heavy as a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift it up at all.

"Damn it, the Demon-Slaying Technique!"

Seeing that brute force wouldn't work, Old Huang dropped a talisman into the water along the pole, intending to disperse the water evil surrounding the corpse. However, even after the talisman entered the water, Old Huang still couldn't budge the pole when he tried to lift it again.

His expression grew increasingly serious. There were taboos among those who retrieved corpses from the Yellow River: they would not retrieve a corpse standing upright in the water, nor would they retrieve it in the dark or during thunderstorms, and they would not retrieve it if they failed three times. He had already lifted the rod twice, and if he failed again, Old Huang would have to apologize this time.

Having made up his mind, when Lao Huang was about to lift the rod again to break the curse, the sheepskin raft, which had been as steady as Mount Tai, suddenly began to shake.

The Yellow River surged with terrifying waves, and a mysterious mist formed from the surrounding air spread across the water's surface.

Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei on the shore also saw this scene.

"This mist is malevolent energy; something's wrong!"

Zhong Bai was the first to become alert, while Zhang Zhiwei's expression changed from initially watching the spectacle to now being icy cold. Something was strange about the Yellow River; this corpse retriever didn't seem to be having an easy time.

"Fellow Daoist Qianhe, take another look..."

Zhong Bai nodded, but he had already mobilized his internal energy to move with the flow.

In the middle of the Yellow River, Old Huang turned pale when he saw the evil auras appearing. As the evil auras surged toward him from all sides, Old Huang pulled his pole out of the water, and the black rope swept across with the effect of dispelling evil.

Realizing that the retrieval of the body was impossible, Old Huang immediately pushed off with the pole, and the sheepskin raft began to move closer to the shore.

But the malevolent energy in the water was relentless. The corpse that Lao Huang had originally intended to retrieve suddenly surfaced in the water, standing upright with its eyes fixed on Lao Huang.

"Oh no, a demon!"

Old Huang unleashed a talisman, and the moment it landed on the corpse, a shrill scream rang out. Without having time to deal with the ghost, Old Huang planned to quickly get ashore.

After paddling for only a few dozen meters, his sheepskin raft began to shake violently again. He was surrounded by malevolent energy, and the sheepskin raft, which had been able to float on the water, began to sink deeper and deeper into the water!

With a hint of despair, Old Huang was somewhat helpless. He only had a few exorcism talismans in his hand, and he had originally thought this would be an easy job, but he never expected such a strange thing to happen. On the riverbank, Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei saw this scene and knew that if they didn't take action soon, the Yellow River corpse retriever would be in danger. Zhong Bai said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, let me go and see what's going on."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded and did not compete with Zhong Bai. After all, the Yellow River was fraught with danger, and Zhang Zhiwei understood that Zhong Bai's journey would be the safest.

Already poised to strike, Zhong Bai made his decision the instant he was about to unleash his power. Like a bolt of lightning, he flew hundreds of meters and landed steadily on Old Huang's sheepskin raft, the man who retrieves corpses from the Yellow River.

The moment Zhong Bai arrived, Old Huang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; he truly hadn't expected there to be another expert!

"Hmph, mere baleful aura, you little brats are surely courting death!"

As soon as Zhong Bai opened his divine eye, he saw countless vengeful ghosts pulling downwards from below the sheepskin raft.

Zhong Bai's voice was like thunder. The moment his words fell, all the evil energy around him vanished, and the group of ghosts below the sheepskin raft instantly headed towards the depths of the Yellow River.

Just when Lao Huang thought it was safe this time, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him and headed towards the sheepskin raft. Zhong Bai naturally saw this.

"Such a strong demonic aura!"

Zhong Bai's expression suddenly turned serious. The dark figure in front of him gave Zhong Bai the feeling that it was definitely not a demon soldier, but most likely a demon general!
However, when Zhong Bai looked at Old Huang beside him, his original intention to test the strength of this great demon vanished instantly. He decided to take the corpse retriever ashore first before considering anything else.

Exhaling a breath of stale air, Zhong Bai unleashed a bolt of lightning from his palm towards the dark figure, while simultaneously carrying Lao Huang and skimming across the water's surface like a dragonfly, speeding towards the shore.

The lightning struck the water's surface with a roar, but the enormous black shadow remained unharmed. However, the shadow was filled with rage as it watched Zhong Bai leave.

"You possess the aura of our ancestor, you deserve to die!"

The dark shadow was enraged, but instead of rushing ashore, it stirred up towering waves in the water. Instantly, the people on the banks of the Yellow River knelt down, murmuring, "Lord Yellow River, please calm your anger! Lord Yellow River, please calm your anger..."

Carrying the corpse retriever Lao Huang, Zhong Bai returned to the shore in no time. He frowned when he saw the crowd of people kneeling down and shouting "Lord Yellow River!"

Nearby, Old Huang, the corpse retriever who had finally caught his breath, took a closer look at Zhong Bai, who had saved his life.

He was taken aback to see that Zhong Bai was so young.

However, after taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he thanked her.

"Thank you so much for saving me, Taoist priest!"
"I've been retrieving corpses from the Yellow River for decades, and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it. It's so bizarre; even the Yellow River God himself has appeared."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Bai immediately asked, "Your Excellency need not thank me, but you also possess cultivation. How can you address a great demon as Lord Yellow River like an ordinary person?"

Zhong Bai's doubts left Lao Huang somewhat helpless.

"Alas, how could I not know that Lord Yellow River is a great demon? But what good is knowing?"
"These people simply won't believe me if I told them, and even if they did, it would only make them more terrified. This is a powerful demon. Although I don't know its exact strength, without the arrival of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, who can touch it?"

Zhong Bai remained silent.

"Besides, if any of the people of Jiuqu Town were swallowed by this great demon, they would only think of it as falling into the water. Daoist, it's not that I want to call him Lord Yellow River, but I really have no other choice!"

Moreover... as long as the Yellow River God sacrifices pigs, cattle, and sheep every year, he will basically not harm the people of Jiuqu Town.

Over time, no one cared whether it was demons or evil spirits.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes darkened. Indeed, not everyone has the courage to face a great demon with unyielding defiance.

"No wonder the Quanzhen Sect is now planning to send its disciples down the mountain to guard a region. With demons running rampant, how are the Quanzhen Sect disciples any different from the Buddhist sect, who are still holed up in the mountains?"

Zhong Bai didn't reply, but looked at the dark figure in the churning Yellow River. Zhong Bai had a feeling that the other party was coming for him, but now was clearly not the time to think about this.

"Let's go back to town first, and discuss this matter tomorrow."

Zhong Bai made the final decision, and Zhang Zhiwei did not object. He had no chance of dealing with a powerful demon general. Since Zhong Bai said he would decide tomorrow, he would just wait.

If all else fails, we can report this news to the sect.

"Two Daoist masters, if you don't mind, you can stay at my home for the night. I would like to express my gratitude for saving my life!"

Old Huang, the body retriever, was very sincere. He really wanted to thank Zhong Bai properly. Without Zhong Bai's help, he might have really perished in the Yellow River.

"That works too, then I'll take the trouble to bother you."

"Haha, no trouble at all. It is my honor that you two Taoist priests can come to my home to rest."

By the way, may I ask how you two Taoist priests are addressed?

Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei exchanged a glance, and Zhang Zhiwei spoke first, "This humble Taoist is Zhang Zhiwei, a disciple of Longhu Mountain!"

"I am Zhong Bai, a disciple of Maoshan!"

Upon hearing Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei introduce themselves, Old Huang's previously beaming face froze, and he exclaimed in exaggerated surprise, "My God, so you two are the two Taoist prodigies that have been making headlines in the Quanzhen Sect these past few days!"
I pay my respects to Zhong Daozi, the true disciple of Zhang!

Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei were stunned. Wait, the other party knew their names?
Seeing that Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei both looked puzzled, Lao Huang smiled and explained.

"You two need not be surprised. I, Old Huang, am a person from all walks of life, and I would say I belong to the Taoist sect. A few days ago, the Quanzhen Sect spread the news of your contest throughout the world, which is how I learned of your identities."

Hearing this, what else is unclear? The Quanzhen Sect's Changming Zhenren had said that they would become famous throughout the world, but Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei never imagined it would be in this way.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhong Bai stopped worrying about it.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, please lead the way..."

Since the other party claimed to be half a Taoist, Zhong Bai simply addressed him as a fellow Taoist. Upon hearing the Maoshan Taoist call him a fellow Taoist, Lao Huang was extremely excited.

Tsk, he can already imagine himself showing off in the future, calling himself a fellow Daoist from Maoshan.

It's enough to show off in front of other corpse retrievers.

When they arrived at Lao Huang's house, Lao Huang was very hospitable. Zhong Bai was originally his savior, and now Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei also had the added advantage of Maoshan and Longhushan identities. Lao Huang wished he could bring out all the good things in his house to entertain them.

Time flies and a night passes in the blink of an eye.

The next day at dawn, Zhong Bai and Zhang Zhiwei faced a dilemma: whether or not to deal with the shadowy demon in the Yellow River in Jiuqu Town.

If this problem isn't resolved, they'll have no choice but to take a detour and avoid crossing the Yellow River...

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