Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 179 The Sword of No Sorrow

"Will we even make it out of here alive...?"

Sun Yunsheng muttered to himself, his words filled with bitterness, yet his face remained expressionless. This was because the events of the past half-day had left him utterly numb…

"Perhaps, perhaps..."

Even Chen Ping, who was usually full of clever ideas, was speechless. His bandit dream...

This seemingly beautiful dream, like a soap bubble, bursts at the slightest touch...

The speed was so fast that it truly felt like a dream.

At this moment, if one looked closely into Chen Ping's eyes, one would notice a hint of despair... in the eyes of this future 'mountain king'?

I don't know how much time passed, maybe just a moment, or maybe several hours.

Suddenly, Jia Hao, who was also standing there in a daze, shouted: "Look, there's a fire over there!"

Fire, the origin of humankind, evokes warmth and food from the heart when people see its light, thus representing light, resistance, and hope!

"It's Yellow Head! It must be Yellow Head and his gang who dealt with that monster and are looking for us!"

"Come on, let's go there!"

The three of them immediately perked up and ran toward the light. They stared intently at the light, afraid that if they closed their eyes for a moment and then opened them again, they would be back where they started.

They ran and ran, seemingly for quite a while, but still hadn't reached the firelight. The group couldn't help but wonder; Peach Blossom Village wasn't large, and with the speed of martial artists, they could have run back and forth long ago.

But now, the longer they run, the farther the distance seems to get…

Could it be...?

Suddenly, even with their eyes wide open, they still experienced a blur before their eyes.

When they came to their senses, they had successfully reached the place where the fire was shining.

However, Chen Ping and his two companions were not happy, because…

"Are you all dissatisfied with my poor hospitality? You left in such a hurry, leaving me quite a search for you..."

Tao Wu, holding a torch, spoke with a forced smile. Behind him were several villagers, also holding torches, with eerie smiles.

It wasn't that they didn't want to smile, but rather that Tao Wu and his group had skin that looked like old tree bark, mottled and uneven, with things resembling wood shavings emerging from their seven orifices.

When they laugh, only their skin moves, their flesh doesn't!

Such a terrifying appearance could only have appeared in the ghost stories told by parents and elders to scare children when they were young!

But now, it's alive and well right in front of everyone...

"You...I..."

"no…...."

Chen Ping stammered and became completely flustered; his speech was incoherent and difficult to understand.

"Run!!!!!"

Suddenly, someone shouted something, and the three of them, with snot and tears streaming down their faces and gasping for breath, frantically fled towards the gap that Tao Wu and the others had deliberately created.

The three of them were like drowning wild dogs, or like defeated soldiers, disregarding all directions, like headless flies, rushing towards any road they could find.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can!"

Tao Wu held up a torch, looking at Chen Ping as if he were looking at livestock, a hint of mockery in his eyes. His steps seemed slow but were actually fast, always stopping about ten meters behind the three of them, neither too close nor too far.

Perhaps, in his view, the taste of a martial artist who is too honest is too bland, and only the taste of a martial artist who is active is strong enough!

The other villagers did the same, holding torches and scattering one step at a time. When Chen Ping and his companions passed a fork in the road, the villagers suddenly appeared and forced them to turn around.

This scene resembles a shepherd boy tending sheep or a farmer raising chickens, but the roles are reversed...

Moreover, they seemed completely unafraid that Chen Ping and his two companions would successfully escape!

As Chen Ping and his companions ran, the scene before them gradually became familiar…....

White walls and green tiles, surrounded by a sturdy brick wall built with glutinous rice and lime mortar—the most impressive house in the village…

Isn't this the place where they first escaped from?

The Tao family's courtyard!

They even saw the monster that had devoured their companions alive through the open door, but now the monster was squatting on the ground, looking very aggrieved, which was quite comical!

This courtyard is much more impressive than the mud huts of other villagers, with its white walls and green tiles standing out, and a brick wall made of glutinous rice and lime mortar surrounding it.

Chen Ping and his two companions immediately slowed down, intending to turn around and change direction.

But as soon as they slowed down, the distance between Tao Wu and them suddenly closed considerably. They seemed to see countless insects wriggling beneath Tao Wu's bark-like appearance, causing his face to twitch back and forth! And if they wanted to change direction, the men who had been chiseling ice to catch fish during the day, and the women chatting idly at the door, were watching them intently from the sidelines.

Hiding in is death, sticking out is also death...

Fortunately, Chen Ping and the other two closed their eyes and returned to the courtyard!

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At this moment, three-inch-long fingernails appeared in Tao Gu's hand, covered in scarlet, like sharp daggers.

Whoosh!

Han Yi and the others only felt a blur before their eyes, and her body had already disappeared from the spot.

Suddenly, Tao Gu appeared like a ghost, three feet in front of Han Yi.

Her gleaming nails, as if caressing a lover, gently traced their way towards Han Yi's neck. If they were to rub against it, it wouldn't just be a matter of bleeding and injury; it would probably leave five more holes!

This Aunt Tao was indeed different from her dim-witted son. She immediately recognized Han Yi as the most dangerous person, especially since Han Yi had just fought with Da Mao and was quite exhausted…

Therefore, her first move was to take Han Yi's life!

"stop!"

Qianxue was filled with fear, but she did not back down. Instead, she drew her sword and stood in front of Han Yi.

clang!

Suddenly, like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, a long sword was drawn from its sheath, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, drawing a perfect arc in the air, blocking Tao Gu's sharp claws a step ahead of Qian Xue.

This sword is entirely silver-white, three feet and six inches long, and its blade is as thin as paper; it is clearly a fine sword.

"Holding a three-foot sword, the sword's aura moves in all directions..." Seeing everyone's attention focused on him, Bai Sanren recited a poem in a showy manner and performed a beautiful sword flourish.

"Young man Han, I'll hold off this alluring ghost. You take care of that one first..."

He spoke calmly, as if everything was under his control. Under the hazy moonlight, his body shimmered with light, giving him the air of a peerless master.

"good…..."

Han Yi chuckled inwardly, guessing that Master Bai was annoyed that he had inexplicably fallen asleep earlier, hadn't contributed anything, and had actually made things worse. Now he wanted to make amends and show the spirit of "even though he's old, he can still eat!"

However, normally, Bai Sanren, with his flowing white beard and witty remarks, seems harmless and only plays a minor role...

But Han Yi knew in his heart that it was just his personality. If it really came down to it, Bai Sanren's late-stage Blood Refinement realm was the highest among them! At this moment, Bai Sanren, who was holding his family heirloom sword - the Worry-Free Sword, had a total combat power of '77~92'!