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

The red dress was tightly bound together.

The surge of internal energy throughout her body couldn't budge the vines binding her at all, and she collapsed to the ground as stiff as a giant rice dumpling.

Rope bondage originated from a certain performance art in Japan and has spread widely, becoming a favorite among many otaku.

This was the inspiration for Zhang Zhengdao's move.

Using the wood element from the Five Elements theory, one can cultivate and control vines.

"Demon—Demon Path—"

The woman in the red dress, the Fairy Inviting the Moon, and Shu Baimei were sweating profusely, their voices trembling as they stammered out their fear.

who am I?

I am one of the Five Eccentrics, and I kill people like dirt.

Who is he?

A demonic path... Has a terrifying myth become reality? Help, Mommy—

She desperately wanted to scream for help.

A fear beyond comprehension spread through my chest. In my wide, staring eyes, the demonic Taoist smiled as he approached, crouching down to gently lift his long hair…

Like a gentle breeze caressing me...

But... no, please don't touch my hair... it's too scary.

Because when I kill a man, I also gently stroke his face like this. If he is handsome, I will also lightly kiss his cheek, just like lovers doing something intimate. Then, as the man's emotions gradually relax, I stab him in the heart with a sword, watching the blood spurt out like a red rose blooming in the air.

So she always wore a red dress.

The color the man offered as a sacrifice to her.

Even the Five Eccentrics couldn't help but feel fear when death came.

"No...don't kill me...I know a lot..."

Zhang Zhengdao was taken aback.

Did I hear that right?!

As a BT download enthusiast, he understands this statement.

Very good at it.

It's a word brimming with seduction. Especially when uttered from the red lips of a mature woman bound by the undulating mountains, the entire world seems to carry a salty tang.

"Brother, I'm really good at it..."

Seeing Zhang Zhengdao hesitate, Fairy Yaoyue Shu Baimei, who was on her deathbed, suddenly sat up, feeling that she could still be saved and that there was a chance to turn the tide.

I don't know if the demonic cultivator can be killed. But even if he can't, it doesn't matter, I can provide him with emotional support. His usefulness is immense!

"Brother... Oh oh oh..."

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, a mouthful of bloody foam appeared in his mouth.

The Moon Fairy Shu Baimei could still move her neck. She looked down at her chest and saw a small twig sprouting from it, with a few tender leaves.

The leaves have turned red.

Chest pain!

"Pfft!"

Stomachache!

Several slender branches sprouted from her belly, carrying tender leaves that swayed in the wind.

Spring has arrived, and all things are growing.

He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. His eyes were wide open and he couldn't close them.

Shu Baimei: ...

Why didn't you let me finish? I haven't revealed my identity yet, I haven't unlocked all my skills, I can provide emotional support, I can also...

My thoughts stopped there...

So this is how Taoist arts can be used.

Zhang Zhengdao was overjoyed, as if he had unlocked a new... well, you know. He snapped his fingers. The vines seemed to come alive, carrying Fairy Yaoyue's corpse and rushing swiftly into the peach grove.

It's really convenient for killing and burying bodies.

A stunningly beautiful woman turned into a corpse right in front of him.

Killing one or two people isn't the first time.

Zhang Zhengdao still slept soundly that night.

The peach grove was where the body was buried; the pits dug by the vines had long since been filled in. A gentle breeze blew through the peach grove, carrying the scent of freshly turned earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass and various flowers, brewing in the slightly damp air.

Perhaps this place will gradually grow into the same place as other places.

Some people will be slowly forgotten because of separation and death.

For some, parting blossoms, stretching out new branches, like winter turning to spring, waiting for the new snow to melt...

I was fast asleep in the middle of the night.

It sounded like someone was crying in my ear.

Like weeping and lamenting!

Zhang Zhengdao groggily opened his eyes and saw a girl in a red dress sitting in a chair by the window in the room, her face covered by her red sleeves, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Layman!"

Zhang Zhengdao took the initiative to greet him.

There was a beautiful woman sitting inside. Judging from her clothes, I think I know her.

"elder brother--"

As soon as the beautiful voice came over, Zhang Zhengdao's hair stood on end.

Holy crap, isn't this the beautiful woman in red who ripped my heart out during the day? How is she alive again? Wait a minute, she was completely dead, so... she's become a ghost?

This world is truly haunted...

Have you detected ghost particles?

"Brother, it hurts so much!"

The female ghost in red stood up and lightly pounced towards Zhang Zhengdao.

"Brother, my chest hurts."

"Brother, my stomach hurts."

"elder brother……"

……

"Pain, damn it..."

Zhang Zhengdao raised his sword, fingers together, and uttered, "Imperial decree—"

"Brother, spare me—"

The woman in red was terrified.

He knelt on the ground with a "thud" and, without hesitation, slammed his head into the ground.

That was terrifying! The immense pressure emanating from the young Taoist priest, like a thunderbolt crashing down, nearly caused the vengeful female ghost to be annihilated. If she had died too, well… what would she have become? She'd probably just dissipate into the air! She wouldn't even be as good as a fart, at least that would leave some smell.

"You are……"

"A ghost, a female ghost, a female ghost in red!"

The voice was repeated three times in a row, delicate and weak.

"Damn it!" Zhang Zhengdao raised his hand and slapped his face. It hurt; he wasn't dreaming.

Having come into this world, I've finally seen something abnormal.

It's a ghost! It's a ghost!

Indeed, this is a place full of immortals, Buddhas, ghosts, and monsters. Today you might see a ghost, tomorrow you might see a demon, and the day after tomorrow you might see a god or Buddha.

My goodness, this world is indeed a mythical world, it has been proven true.

"Let me touch it!"

Zhang Zhengdao curiously reached out his hand!

The woman in red thought she had a chance to survive, so she immediately straightened her back. But when she touched her face, it was icy cold, and then her hand passed right through her face, leaving her with nothing.

A fleeting and ethereal soul!

Zhang Zhengdao nodded, noting that this had been mentioned in Daoist scriptures as well. He explained that when a person dies, their soul returns to heaven, while their flesh and bones return to earth. The soul arises from the flow of vital energy, and evil energy becomes a ghost.

Ghosts are formed from qi (vital energy). When a spirit attaches to them, they possess the six senses.

"Woooooooo..."

Seeing Zhang Zhengdao's hand pass through his cheek without any obstruction, and knowing that he would never be born again, never see the sun, never know the taste of life, never know the joys of love... he was overcome with grief and burst into tears.

The ghostly wails sounded like a mournful sob.

"do not Cry!"

Zhang Zhengdao was very annoyed. He was very curious about ghosts, after all, this was the first time he had ever seen such a strange creature in the world. Although it was a world of immortals and heroes, his materialistic warrior mentality had been shattered, and he still couldn't bear to slap it until its soul was scattered.

The woman in red immediately stopped.

He stared at Zhang Zhengdao with wide, blinking eyes.

"Do you still want to harm me?" Zhang Zhengdao asked.

The female ghost in red: ...

Who caused me to be like this?

But she dared not object, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "My lord... I dare not!"

Are you afraid? Or do you not want to?

Zhang Zhengdao wanted to slap it again.

The woman in red realized she had misspoke and quickly corrected herself: "My loyalty to my lord is as boundless as the Yellow River..."

Gone and never to return?

Forget it, this female ghost is uncultured. She's been practicing martial arts for years; only academic failures would abandon literature for martial arts. I don't expect her to say anything cultured.

Back in the day, when schools selected top athletes, they would first filter out the academic high-achievers and then choose from among the academic underachievers.

Indeed, every world is like this.

Top students study hard and become top scorers; mediocre students practice martial arts and become scoundrels.