A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

The old Taoist priest found the three of them quite strange.

Her aura was so pure it was almost superhuman; even someone like him, who had practiced martial arts and cultivation since childhood, couldn't see through her.

One of them was completely devoid of any human presence, showing no sign of life, as if the woman were already dead. But it was clear that the woman was alive, and she didn't exhibit any characteristics of a zombie.

The last woman was even stranger.

It exuded an aura of death, yet it was clearly a living person. However, it lacked the presence of a human, instead possessing the aura of some familiar creature.

In short, these three women are really abnormal.

For those who are not normal, the first choice is to stay away from them.

So the old Taoist priest didn't want to waste any more words and simply led his men away.

Although it may seem like you have the numbers, sometimes when experts clash, having more people can't be an advantage; instead, it can be a burden.

"Don't ask so many questions, let's go, the faster the better!"

The old Taoist priest urged everyone to hurry up and ride their horses.

After a night of rapid travel, dawn gradually broke. The caravan had emerged from the desert, and both men and horses, exhausted, dismounted to rest.

The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a rock, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was listening to everything around him and releasing his spiritual sense.

Although he came from a legitimate sect of Xuanmen, he couldn't fathom the three women, so he dared not be careless. Even more dangerous was the zombie that had escaped from the manor.

It is exceptionally powerful.

Last night, a zombie suddenly appeared in the manor, sucked the blood of more than twenty people, and then flew away.

More than twenty people died; not only were their blood drained, but their life force was also drained.

The manner of his death was gruesome.

His whole body was shriveled and pitch black.

Not only was their blood drained, but their very life essence was also gone. According to the old Taoist priest, the life essence of these twenty people was used to replenish the corpse's depleted body.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty people were drained of their life essence, and the zombies were so fast that they disappeared before anyone could react.

Even the old Taoist priest didn't react in time.

The reason he dared to pursue was because of the broadsword in his hand.

It is said to be the sect's most treasured artifact left behind by Yin Daozu, the founder of the sect. The broadsword is said to possess the powerful ability to suppress evil, slay demons, and even kill immortals. Although it is a legend passed down orally from the sect's leader, the disciples deeply believe it and regard it as gospel.

He firmly believed that the zombie fled because it felt threatened by the broadsword.

Although the broadsword has only been associated with legendary tales of slaying evil spirits and demons for many years, it has not diminished the reverence that the disciples of the sect hold for this broadsword.

But even with such strong confidence, the old Taoist priest didn't want to face the three women from before.

A team composed of three completely different individuals.

So weird!

What he hadn't told the young man was that the broadsword on his back was completely silent.

Even when facing the powerful zombie, the broadsword would show an excited, eager feeling, as if it wanted to break free from its sheath.

But when faced with these three strange women, Kuojian seemed to be dead.

The old Taoist priest was silent, as if dead.

There can only be two interpretations.

One view is that Kuo Jian believes these three women are normal people.

Another possibility is that Kuojian believed he couldn't afford to offend these three women, so he dared not show any reaction, fearing that they might notice something.

For a legendary treasure with spiritual power, sometimes playing dead is a way to survive.

This broadsword was imbued with a certain spirit from the moment it was forged, let alone after more than a thousand years.

"Master, what should we do now?"

The young man who had asked the question earlier walked up to the old Taoist priest and asked him a question.

The old Taoist priest stood up and looked into the distance.

The zombies are lost, and the three women should have been shaken off as well.

"Back to the manor!"

Since things are beyond saving, let's return to the manor and observe the situation. At the same time, we should send warnings to the surrounding villages, manors, market towns, and the county government.

After all, the appearance of zombies is a big deal, and if not handled properly, it will become a huge disaster.

"Mount!"

The young people issued the orders.

"Back!"

The group mounted their horses, turned them around, and headed east. Their manor was just a hundred or two miles away.

The day and night of tracking had left them exhausted.

After the cavalry headed east, three figures appeared on the ground not far away.

"Are you going with me?"

The little mouse asked.

“No need, we know the direction,” Shu Baimei said. “They are very afraid of us, so we just shouldn’t provoke them. By the way, when we get there, will you be able to contact the master?”

Shu Baimei asked the female corpse.

The female corpse shook her head: "No!"

Shu Baimei was annoyed: "You've been following the master for nothing. You just laze around in his room all day and don't get anything done. What good are you?"

The female corpse didn't speak, so as Shu Baimei said, she really wasn't very useful.

"Big sister, what about the zombies? Should we kill them?"

The little mouse asked.

“What’s it to us?” Shu Baimei said.

The female corpse said, "We released it. We should be the ones to deal with it."

Shu Baimei was taken aback and looked at the female corpse.

She had never thought about this question. She was one of the Five Eccentrics, and in the eyes of the martial arts world, she was the kind of villain who always put herself first and believed that if she wasn't number one, she would kill her to become number one.

They never considered other people's feelings.

Even when trying to please Zhang Zhengdao, it was only because he was impressed by Zhang's strength. Even if Zhang killed him, he would still feel that the Taoist was so cool.

Modern term summary: Stockholm syndrome.

So it's still a kind of self-psychology.

But to her surprise, her clone, the female corpse, uttered those words, leaving her astonished and somewhat flustered.

An uncontrollable thought can take root in one's mind, thus affecting one's thoughts and state of mind.

At the same time, I also felt a sense of anticipation.

Who said the female corpse stayed in Zhang Zhengdao's room every day and didn't learn anything?

Shu Baimei remained silent for a while before gritting her teeth and saying firmly, "Okay, let's do as you say. Let's be chivalrous heroes for once."

The little mouse stammered, somewhat dissatisfied.

It's not human, and it doesn't want to be a hero.

Shu Baimei glanced at it: "Don't you want to be treated like royalty and have good food and drink? As long as we get rid of that zombie, we'll be their honored guests."

The female corpse said, "We can also have them transport gold for us."

Shu Baimei's eyes lit up, and she patted the female corpse on the shoulder: "Alright, sister. Let's go, let's go, we have to take her down!"

The three had made their decision and followed the direction the horse team had gone, leaping away.

The three shadows flashed in the air for only a moment before disappearing without a trace.

Once they unleash their skills, they are no slower than the cavalry, and may even be faster.

Around noon, as the sun began to set, the caravan reached a grove of trees. Passing through the grove, they came into view of a well-arranged village in the distance.

By this time, smoke was already rising from the chimneys.

At a large manor in the village, the horse caravan came to a halt with a whoosh.

Everyone dismounted.

Servants came over, took the horse's reins, and led it to the stables.

Everyone was exhausted, so they went into the manor to have a hearty meal and then rest.

The old Taoist priest entered the manor and walked towards the main hall, where several people were already waiting. They were all heads of households, and upon seeing the old Taoist priest, they all stood up and bowed respectfully.

The old Taoist priest went straight to the main seat and sat down.

One of the family heads asked, "Master, how is the zombie?"

The old Taoist priest frowned: "We lost them."

Upon hearing this, the heads of the various families couldn't help but feel worried. The rampant zombies were a serious matter, and losing track of them was tantamount to burying a hidden danger right next to them, which could erupt at any moment.

"Then... what should we do? If it requires money, effort, or manpower, we will try our best to find a way."

The old Taoist knew they were worried, and he was worried too.

"I've already sent people to notify the nearby counties and villages. Once we get news, we'll use carrier pigeons to exchange information, forming an intelligence network, and then reinforcements will come from all directions. I don't believe that this zombie can run rampant for long within this network. Don't worry!"

Although these were words of comfort, the old Taoist knew that catching this zombie would be extremely difficult.

While they were sitting there lost in their own thoughts, a servant suddenly came running over, almost losing his shoes in the process.

"Master, Master, someone requests an audience."

The old Taoist priest asked, "Who is he? Do you recognize him?"

Servant: "I don't recognize them. I've never seen them before. They are three female knights-errant."

The old Taoist priest suddenly stood up.

I was a little stunned, and I almost knocked over the teacup next to me.

Despite all his calculations, he never expected that three women would follow him and that he wouldn't be left behind.