Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 3 Guo Han
In April, spring breezes blow, grass grows and orioles fly.

Before the gate of the Weishan Sect, Qingxianzi held a whisk and looked at the four fine horses that had already packed their luggage in the distance. The old man's smile was more sincere and kind than ever before.

Turning to Pei Xia beside him, he asked, "Did you bring everything?"

Pei Xia picked at her ear: "I've put it on."

The sect leader rubbed his whisk for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Your father shouldn't be fifty yet, right?"

Pei Xia pursed her lips and thought for a moment: "Probably."

"Then," Qingxianzi said ominously, "there won't be any risk of recovery, will there?"

Pei Xia didn't speak, but stared at him intently.

The sect leader gave an awkward smile.

Today, on her long journey, Pei Xia dressed as usual, in a coarse blue cloth outfit, with messy hair and a face that always looked like she was never full.

But the pear that always runs around behind me is wearing clean clothes, which is a rare treat.

Her short hair was no longer prickly; it was fine and soft, and paired with her cute little face with a touch of baby fat, you would almost think she was a little girl at first glance.

Not long after, Luo Xiaojin, having finished packing her bags, called out, "Almost done!"

I'm leaving.

Pei Xia reached out and patted the old sect leader on the shoulder, saying earnestly, "I have already transferred the lifetime VIP status of Yihong Courtyard to you. You are getting old, so please take care of your health."

Qingxianzi twitched the corner of his mouth: "I..."

I'd like to thank you?
With words brief and sentimental, Pei Xia solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute, turned around and tucked Lu Li under his armpits, then mounted his horse and followed Luo Xiaojin and Chen Guanhai down the mountain.

As her figure receded into the distance, Lu Li's indignant voice echoed from afar along the mountain path: "I want to ride a horse—"

Then Pei Xia responded with a cold laugh: "You're not even as tall as a horse's leg, how could you possibly get up there?"

Watching his elder's figure slowly recede into the distance and finally disappear from sight, Qingxianzi held his whisk and let out a long sigh.

Behind me, the baby girl sleeping in the cradle sucked her fingers and babbled as if in a dream.

The old man heard this, shook his head, and replied, "The so-called Twelve White-Clad Warriors of the Holy Palace are only at the Heavenly Consciousness Realm. Pei Xia has been reborn twice and is no ordinary person. If he is willing to compete, he only needs to re-enter the martial arts path, and even the White-Clad Warriors of the Holy Palace cannot do anything to him."

The baby girl was silent for a moment, then after a while, she began to murmur incoherently.

Qingxianzi understood her concerns, but could only smile wryly: "I understand what you mean. With the 'Calamity Pig' holding him back, it's already difficult enough for him to suppress those countless inner demons. If he cultivates hastily, what if he really develops a 'Dao Heart'..."

The old man stroked his long, gray beard, his eyes growing colder: "If that day ever comes, I'll just swallow him whole."

……

The Ling Empire was the largest empire to ever appear in the entire history of Kyushu.

At its peak, this giant ruled over the entire territory of the four states of Canglu, Leyang, You, and Shu.

Even now, with Youzhou already lost to the Northern Barbarians and Leyang more than half of its territory swallowed up, the vastness of the Great Ling territory is still unparalleled.

Pei Xia originally thought that with him and Lu Li along, Luo Xiaojin's travel speed would slow down accordingly, since Weishan was so far from Beishi City, it would take at least a month to get there.

As a result, the two young men from the Holy Palace showed no regard for martial ethics, riding at breakneck speed without any regard for the horses' strength. Even at night, they would continue their journey until the third watch of the night before finally setting out to rest.

All their eating, drinking, and relieving themselves during the day could only be done once, when changing horses at the post station.

With this perverse and cruel act, Pei Xia and his party entered the capital region in half a month.

Luo Xiaojin, who was riding at the front, finally slowed down his horse's pace.

She reined in the reins, her black outfit outlining the girl's slender, shy figure. Her long, braided hair swayed gently in the wind, and although her pretty face showed a hint of world-weariness, it only accentuated her heroic and capable air.

The girl gazed westward into the distance, and in the glow of the setting sun, she could vaguely see the towering Luoshen Peak reaching into the clouds.

At the summit of that peak lies the Great Feather Imperial Palace.

"Looking at the mountain makes one's horse run itself to death." Judging by the distance, there are still more than two hundred li to go. It's definitely too late to get to the city today.

Luo Xiaojin turned her head, just about to tell Pei Xia to set up camp and rest, when she saw him leaning against Chen Guanhai on his horse, asking some very impolite questions in a very unabashed voice.

"Xiao Chen, look, Luo Xiaojin took half a month to come here, rested for a day in Weishan, and then set off again. The whole trip took exactly one month. So here's the problem..."

Pei Xia asked solemnly, "Doesn't she have her period?"

Chen Guanhai cultivated in the Palace of the Holy Master, and he never spoke. He usually responded only with his gentle eyes.

However, after the past two weeks, Xiao Chen's eyes have become as dull as those of a fish that has just died.

Finally, Lu Li, hands behind her back and feet together, stood on the head of a horse, riding the waves. She said matter-of-factly, "I'm not coming either!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Luo Xiaojin drew her sword and threw it at Pei Xia.

The longsword, still in its sheath, spun a few times in mid-air before flying to Pei Xia's horse's head, where it was caught by Lu Li with her bare hands.

Pei Xia peeked out at her: "Don't be afraid, this is called secondary amenorrhea. You're just too tired. Once we get to the city, I'll treat you to a good massage at Xiaoyue Tower, and then a foot massage and a long bath..."

Luo Xiaojin felt like there was a nerve in her head constantly poking and tugging at her brain whenever she listened to him speak: "Shut up!"

The four men rode through the woods and found a clearing with soft grass. They dismounted and prepared to spend the night there.

Pei Xia picked up his wine flask, found a sheltered spot, and drank alone.

Lu Li, with her butt sticking out, was hiding in the grass, probably catching some insects again.

Tying the horses, starting the fire, and cooking were all things that Luo Xiaojin and Chen Guanhai were busy with.

Chen Guanhai could tell that Luo Xiaojin was in a bad mood, so he could only give her a comforting look.

Luo Xiaojin shook her head with a wry smile: "If I had known, I wouldn't have taken this job. It's just making you listen to his nagging."

Xiao Chen smiled, somewhat shyly.

“Hmm…you’re right,” Luo Xiaojin glanced back at Pei Xia not far away. “These past few days, we’ve been chasing stars and the moon, traveling in such a hurry. It’s one thing for us to be cultivators at the Refining Cauldron Realm, but for him, a ‘Su Shi’ from Weishan, to be able to hold on is quite impressive.”

In the cultivation of the Nine Provinces, the twelve realms of martial arts are the orthodox system. In addition, there are the Three Wonders, namely "Master of the Plain", "Military Strategist", and "Observer of Qi".

Each of these three has its own mysteries, but the conditions are harsh, and few people can enter the field, so they are not often seen by the public.

Pei Xia's sect, Weishan Sect, is a very small vegetarian sect in Canglu Prefecture.

Following Luo Xiaojin's gaze, Chen Guanhai glanced at the young master of the Prime Minister's residence, who always looked weary: "?"

Luo Xiaojin shrugged: "I don't know much about the Su Shi lineage. I only heard my master say that they are divided into nine ranks. Before the fifth realm, they have little combat power. After the fifth realm, their methods are strange, and the strangeness varies from person to person, so it cannot be generalized."

Pei Xia certainly couldn't reach the fifth rank. Not to mention him, even the sect leader Qingxianzi, given the size of the Weishan Sect, probably didn't have that level of cultivation.

What puzzled Chen Guanhai the most was actually Pei Xia's constitution.

This person looked rather thin, with a pale face, dull eyes, and obvious signs of fatigue. If you bumped into him on the street, you'd feel like he was the kind of person who could die if you pushed him.

Despite the frantic travel over the past two weeks, Pei Xia not only didn't falter at all, but he also frequently stayed up all night, using his trash talk to torment Luo Xiaojin or Chen Guanhai who were on night watch in the middle of the night.

It's like, you feel like he's standing on the edge of a cliff, which is very dangerous.

As a result, he experienced the subtle sensation of swinging on a cliff edge.

Pei Xia had a high alcohol tolerance but a small stomach, so he was out of breath in no time. He looked up, intending to ask how dinner was, but instead saw two teenagers peeking at him with their dog.

He grinned, intending to tease them, when suddenly a bell rang out from the path in the distance.

The bells didn't ring clearly; they were mixed with the faint sound of hooves, unlike the heavy, powerful sound of a horse.

Pei Xia turned her head and glanced at it; it was a donkey.

An old man with disheveled hair and beard, wearing an old robe woven from various colored rags, and carrying a bamboo whip used for driving donkeys, was walking towards this side of the official road.

As dusk fell, the old man spotted a light in the woods. After lingering for a moment, he turned and drove his donkey over.

As he drew closer, he called out, "Whose lord is that, riding such a tall horse outside the woods? Could you spare this old man a drink of water?"

Luo Xiaojin was on guard and had already drawn her sword, but at the same time she also grabbed the water pouch with her other hand.

If there is no ill intent and the person is simply asking for water, it is fine to give it to them.

But as soon as the girl stood up, she saw Pei Xia press her palm down.

The man squinted and gestured with his chin toward the donkey.

On the donkey's back was a young girl.

They weren't riding; their hands and feet were bound, and they were tied horizontally to the donkey's back with hemp rope.

Luo Xiaojin suddenly stopped. The old man saw this and knew that it was the donkey behind him that had startled the official. He laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm not transporting people, but fresh lychees."

Pei Xia noticed that Luo Xiaojin tightened her grip on the sword for a moment, but quickly loosened it again.

"So you're a brave man," the girl exhaled and tossed the water pouch in her hand over. "Qinzhou is a long way, you must be tired."

(End of this chapter)