Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

The teenagers ran forward in a panic. Half an hour later, they finally reached the end of the tunnel. The exit was blocked by a water tank filled with water.

"Everyone, move aside."

As Liu Yang spoke, he punched upwards with force. With a "bang", the water tank broke into pieces, and a stream of water rushed into the tunnel, splashing everyone's faces. Everyone was immediately in a mess. They wiped their faces and scrambled to climb out.

The surroundings were quiet. Aside from a dozen horses leisurely grazing in the stables, there wasn't a soul in sight. This must have been the secret base. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had escaped death.

Liu Xing didn't relax at all. He immediately climbed up the wall and looked in the direction of Plum Blossom Villa. It was already dusk, and the villa was about ten kilometers away, not too far or too close. He could only vaguely see the thick smoke and flames rising into the sky. The villa was probably in danger, Liu Xing thought.

"Neigh~" a horse's neigh interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Liu Yang had already taken the lead and ridden on the back of a maroon horse. He pulled the reins hard, and the horse's front hooves jumped high, and the horse neighed excitedly.

"Brothers and sisters, let's say goodbye now. Everyone, hide well and practice martial arts hard, and don't forget the disaster of annihilating your family today! I, Liu Yang, swear here that if I don't avenge this, the heaven will strike me with thunder!" After saying this, he hit the horse's buttocks with his sword and rode away to the north.

The young men said goodbye to their close friends, and rode their horses in different directions.

"Brother, you are young. Find a place to hide and live well. Never come back and don't think about revenge." Liu Yue also came over to say goodbye to Liu Xing.

"Sister, you have to take care of yourself too." Liu Xing said with emotion while hugging sister Liu Yue.

After everyone else had dispersed, Liu Xing also mounted his horse and ran along a less crowded path. Liu Xing had already decided which direction to run. He most wanted to join the Sword Sect. The Plum Blossom Sword Manual originated from the Sword Sect, so there was a certain bond between them. Given his swordsmanship skills at his age, he could be considered a genius, and he figured the Sword Sect would accept him. The Sword Sect was in the north, and many young men were heading north, so he probably had the same idea. However, the enemy would also think the same thing. The more people gathered, the greater the risk of exposure. So Liu Xing chose to run west, where the mountains were high and steep, making it easier to hide. Once he was out of danger, he could head north to avoid being caught.

"Horse, horse, whether I can survive depends on you." Liu Xing stroked the horse and whispered. The horse shook its head, as if it understood what he said.

Then he mounted his horse, crouched down, and rushed westward.

It will be dark in about an hour. After running in the tunnel for half an hour, the battle at the villa is expected to be over and the enemy will catch up soon. We have to hurry.

"Gee! Gee!" Liu Xing shouted at the horse with all his might, racing against time to escape. Fortunately, he had practiced riding for a few days, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to run very far. Now he ran faster and faster.

A quarter of an hour later, a group of cavalry came to the stable. They were the warriors of Sirius Castle. They strolled around and found a chaotic field of horse hoof prints on the ground, and realized that the people had run away.

"Don't let these bastards get away! Chase them!" They split into several groups and chased in different directions. As expected, most of them chased north. Two of them came from the west and caught up with Liu Xing along the path he had chosen.

Liu Xing was unaware that someone was chasing him, so he just kept on going. After all, he was young and his horsemanship was limited. After running about a hundred miles, he was spotted by the pursuers. It was almost dark, so Liu Xing thought for a moment and dove into the woods.

"A little kid can run so fast, what a waste of our brothers' time. I wonder which young master in Meihua Villa he is. We can get a lot of rewards if we take his head." One of the knights said leisurely, waving his whip as he spoke, and his speed increased instead of slowing down.

Liu Xing entered the woods, let the horse go, and found a place to hide. The pursuers were armed with bows and arrows, and their temples were bulging, making them obvious masters of internal martial arts. If he continued running, he would become a sitting duck. It was already dark, and if he hid in the bushes, he might not be discovered. He thought with a lucky twist, and ran deeper into the woods in the opposite direction of the horse. There was almost no road, and the forest was thick with tall trees and thorns. Guessing that the enemy had also entered the woods, he became more cautious, not wanting to make a big noise. Sure enough, the pursuers continued to chase in the direction of the horse. Liu Xing seized the opportunity, went deeper, and increased the distance.

He didn't dare climb a tree or enter a cave. He felt his distance widen, his tracks fading. He spotted a patch of thorny bushes, their broad leaves obscuring his view. There was also a thick layer of decaying leaves on the ground. He imitated the hiding techniques of snipers he'd seen in movies from his previous life, quietly hiding among the decaying leaves, not forgetting to erase his footprints before retreating. He lay there motionless, meditating as he did every day, his breathing becoming increasingly weak. In the stillness of the night, with insects chirping everywhere, no one would have noticed a person hiding here.

After the two warriors caught up with the horses, they found that no one knew they had been deceived, and they were furious. The woods blocked their view, and it was dark. Although they were skilled in martial arts, their vision was still greatly affected.

"Let's go back and search. Once we catch this little brat, we will tear him into pieces!" said a warrior viciously.

They searched back and forth for an hour, finding nothing. The closest they came to Liu Xing was about ten feet away, and the warriors were cursing and slashing with swords and knives, making quite a noise. He'd sensed it early on and quickly held his breath. His hiding place was too tricky, and the warriors had no idea how to predict it. The thorns pricked him. The warrior glanced at the thorn bush from a distance, saw nothing unusual, and turned and walked away.

Liu Xing was still lying there motionless. Ants and other insects were crawling on him, which was very uncomfortable, but he gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word. This kind of endurance is not something that ordinary people can do, let alone a nine-year-old child. The warriors searched through the surrounding caves and rock piles, and also jumped onto the trees to check, but found nothing. They were both angry and surprised. They could conclude that he had not run far and must be hiding somewhere. This kid was really good at hiding. But the forest was so big that it was too late to go back for help. Even the two of them could not search every inch. In the end, they decided to rest in the cave halfway up the mountain, waiting for the bastard to run out on his own, or wait until daybreak when the visibility was better to search again.

Time passed minute by minute, and the woods returned to silence. But for Liu Xing, each day felt like a year. He endured the discomfort until midnight when people were most tired, then he secretly crawled out, performed the plum blossom step, and ran away into the distance. He ran for three hours in one breath, covering a distance of fifty miles, when it was already dawn. He sat down to rest, feeling exhausted and gasping for breath. He took out some dry food from the small bag on his back and filled his stomach with stream water. Before escaping, everyone prepared a small bag with three days of dry food, one thousand taels of silver notes, and two sets of clothes. In order not to affect their escape, the luggage was very light. In addition to the small bag, Liu Xing brought a bamboo flute and a small dagger.

At daybreak, the pursuers finally discovered their tracks. Since they were traveling through the woods, the warriors gave up riding and pursued them with light attacks.

Unable to discern the direction in the woods, Liu Xing dashed around like a headless fly, finally getting stuck at the edge of a cliff.

"Boy, it's hard for grandpa to chase you. Let's see where you can run." The warrior blocked his way and said viciously. He was so angry that his teeth were itching. Liu Xing almost escaped several times.

Liu Xing surveyed his surroundings. It was over. There was no other way out except to jump off the cliff. He had just reached the edge and kicked a large rock, but it fell for a long time without making a sound. This indicated the abyss was unfathomable, and falling into it would likely leave him with nothing. However, if he fell into the hands of the enemy, he would be completely annihilated, and there would be no escape, he would be tortured to death.

The two warriors approached him with sinister smiles. Liu Xing had nowhere to retreat. Seeing that they were close, one of the warriors suddenly used his Qing Gong to swiftly approach, hoping to capture him alive. Without hesitation, Liu Xing turned and jumped off the cliff.