Chapter Forty-Seven: Lonely Tomb

  "Nonsense, do you think I'd believe you?" The silver-armored youth glared at Bai Qi, this white-robed Taoist was definitely a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, but he had that Daoist tool-like gourd, snatch it over and he could dominate the Chu River.

  But his swordsmanship...

  If he had any dealings with the Kunlun people, he would have killed this white-robed Taoist himself. Afterwards, unless he escaped to heaven, he would be executed by the Kunlun people.

  There are some factions, you don't even want to get involved with people they know.

  "Don't you believe me? Then just wait for the Chujiang to be divided by other demon gods." Bai Qi's words were heart-piercing, if the King of Chujiang died, his subordinate demon gods would immediately become independent and leave the door.

  If this silver-armored young man makes a move now, he might be squeezed out of the Chu Jiang's sphere of influence if he delays.

  "That's true!" The silver-armored youth smiled and turned to leave, his feet disappearing into the turbulent waves in the blink of an eye. Bai Qi saw that behind the youth, a long tail was dragging, covered with scales.

  The demon who has yet to solidify his elixir...

  Bai's heart slightly relaxed, if it were a major demon in the Return to Void period, spitting out a mouthful of saliva could drown his own small boat.

  "Be careful!" Bai Shui shouted loudly, his experience with the enemy was a million times richer than Bai Qi's. When the silver-armored youth turned around, he saw that something was off. Before his words had even fallen, from beneath the water's surface, two over ten-zhang-long demonic creatures charged towards the small boat, one on the left and one on the right.

  The Silver Armor youth left, letting the two demon creatures crash into the ship. If Bai Qi didn't die, it was his good fortune. If Bai Qi died, in the future when the people of Kunlun came looking for them, they could just let the two subordinates take the blame and die in their place.

  Bai Qi calmly took out a large flag, wrapped the White Water True Person in it, and put him on his back again. As long as the silver-armored youth didn't make a move, everything would be fine. The two big guys were both untransformed demon creatures, and they weren't some terrifying bloodline either - just giant fish from the river that had cultivated into demons, all at the Qi Refining stage. Bai Qi wasn't too worried, but that boatman was going to be in trouble.

  The helmsman was terrified. He saw two huge heads emerging from the water, and with a loud shout, he leapt up and cried out: "Immortal, save us!"

  "Follow me!" Bai didn't even turn his head back, and landed on the top of the big fish's head on the left side. The divine spear of Li Quan plunged downwards with all its might.

  The fish demon's skull suddenly had an extra hole, the Leizhen divine spear inserted and sucked wildly, the big fish's brain was sucked out into mid-air, spewing out a white liquid.

  The helmsman lost the boat paddle, picked up a short knife and followed Bai Qi to jump onto the back of this big fish. He wanted to fix himself on the fish's back, but the short knife was shattered by the fish scales.

  Three symbols soldiers followed and also jumped onto the fish's back, that big fish twisted its body, wanting to escape, the divine gun was stuck tightly on its skull, Bai Qi stomped his foot and shouted: "Take me to the shore, otherwise I'll drain you dry!"

  The big fish originally wanted to sink into the water, get rid of Bai Qi. Hearing Bai Qi's shout, it suddenly became much more obedient. It wasn't a stupid monster, its life was precious, and the severe pain in its brain slightly alleviated. However, Bai Qi had slightly pulled out the Shi Quan divine spear, making it feel less painful, and at the same time, the long spear stopped absorbing its brain marrow.

  If it were a human, even if only a little bit of brain marrow was drawn out, they would either die or become an idiot. The fish demon's brain marrow is divided into three layers: the innermost layer is a lump of uncondensed demonic energy, the middle layer is the brain that controls the body, and the outermost layer is something similar to liquidized primordial energy.

  These turbid brain fluids, the innate energy contained within is also quite disordered. The Leaking Spring Divine Gun absorbed a bit of it, but most of it was directly expelled. Bai Qi felt that he could control the absorbing ability of the Leaking Spring Divine Gun and immediately used it to threaten the Fish Demon.

  The fish demon's life was hanging by a thread, and it didn't dare to dive underwater. It could only carry Bai Qi and the others towards the south bank of the Chu River. Another fish demon directly smashed the small boat, but when it turned its head to look at its companion, it didn't catch up. It saw Bai Qi standing on his companion's head, not looking back at it, but instead standing upright with a blood-stained white robe fluttering in the wind like a battle flag.

  Bai Shui was wrapped up in a large flag by Bai Qi and carried on his back, looking very pitiful.

  He didn't know what kind of taste it was in his heart, the sword intent of the Lianxian Sword severely injured his body again, this can only be considered as a young cultivator, suppressing the group of demons, and then with just a few words, he made the great demon retreat.

  Is there still a chance for myself to turn over?

  Bai Qi saw the shore and didn't bother with the fish demon. He drew his long spear and jumped onto the rocky outcropping on the shore. The boatman also jumped ashore, but fell into the water, looking rather disheveled. Bai Qi glanced at him and casually tossed down a large silver ingot, saying: "Don't follow me, or I'll behead you!"

  He knelt in the water, he had been ferrying here for decades. At first, he was still a young man, his martial arts skills were just formed, and he became a water thief. Later, he heard that there were immortals coming and going nearby, so he hoped to enter the immortal gate. This white-robed youth was obviously an immortal, but he threw out an extremely harsh sentence, shattering the little hope in his heart.

  Bai Qi wouldn't be soft-hearted, this man was already in his forties and hadn't even reached the realm of a congenital martial artist, with ordinary talent. Moreover, he wasn't even sure about his own path to immortality, so how could he care about others? So although Bai Qi understood what this man was thinking, he still left him behind, not even giving him another glance.

  As he watched White Deer's figure getting farther and farther away, the old man had his mouth half open, but in the end still didn't let out a single plea.

  Behind him, in the midst of the Chu River, the silver-armored youth suddenly emerged from the water's surface and shouted to the boatman: "Little guy, want to ask for immortality?"

  The boatman turned around and saw the silver-armored youth standing on the water's surface not far behind him, his heart skipped a beat, and he gripped his short knife tightly.

  The silver-armored youth smiled and said: "If you're not afraid of becoming a monster, follow me."

  As he spoke, the silver-armored youth turned and walked away, his body disappearing into the river. The boatman gritted his teeth and followed him, diving into the river as well.

  After leaving Chu River, Bai Qi put down White Water Zhenren and had a soldier named Fu Bing carry him on his back.

  "Senior brother, which sect should we join?" Bai Qi asked. This time, Bai Shui Zhenren was much more serious, he thought for a moment before saying: "Junior brother, why don't you first find a quiet place to cultivate and raise your realm to the later stage of Huanqi? Otherwise, if you encounter sectarian strife, it's easy to be used as a scapegoat."

  Bai Shui Zhen Ren was helpless, Bai Qi's plan was to take down a small sect and develop it here. Once something conflicted happened, he would be the most dangerous one. Now Bai Shui Zhen Ren only hoped that Bai Qi could live a bit longer, not abandoning him.

  "Alright." Bai Qi distinguished the direction, recalled the locations of the various sects marked on the map, and chose a mountainous area far away from these sects to head west.

  The south bank of the Chu River, the upstream area is a relatively primitive mountainous region. This place has never been conquered by any human emperor or king, only some relatively backward indigenous tribes, struggling to survive in the mountains. The mountains are home to many demons, which are worshipped as gods by these indigenous people, with endless sacrifices being made to them. Over time, quite a few powerful demon gods have also emerged, but these demon gods are not recognized by the Heavenly Court and have little deterrent power once they leave their own territory.

  Bai Qi hurried through the mountains, encountering many wild beasts along the way. The sword intent of Xianjian Sword on his body had not dissipated yet, so the beasts and small demons kept a distance, causing no trouble.

  That day, Bai Qi came to a gorge and saw what looked like a dry riverbed. As he walked along the riverbed, Bai Qi saw the morning sun jumping out from between the mountains, shining brightly, and the pebbles on the ground were radiating a crystal light.

  "Huh? Brother Shi, isn't there a spiritual vein here?" Bai Qi asked. What is referred to as a spiritual vein is an area where the primordial energy of heaven and earth converges. In the depths of the earth, there are concentrated essences that practitioners of alchemy need. Cultivating in such a place would yield twice the results with half the effort. Any sect that cultivates immortality would choose its mountain gate to be located in a place with strong spiritual veins.

  Bai Shui Zhen Ren struggled down from the back of Fu Bing, his injuries were severe. Bai Qi gave him Dan medicine every day, but his realm was knocked down to Hou Tian, and no good Dan medicine could be taken. He only managed to connect his limbs, but couldn't move freely. This must have been what Bai Qi had hoped for.

  He bent down to pick up the crystal pebbles, put them under his nose and sniffed, a thread of excitement flashed in Bai Shui's eyes, and then became dull again. Nothing here belonged to him.

  "It's not a spiritual pulse, perhaps there is some rare herb in this valley that has matured."

  "Alright, go take a look."

  "Wait a minute, this might be a spiritual herb, and there may be a demon guarding it nearby."

  "There are monsters, let's kill them." Bai Qi didn't even turn his head and continued walking along the riverbed towards the depths of the canyon. The White Water True Person had no choice but to let Fu Bing carry him on his back as he followed Bai Qi into the canyon.

  The two sides of the gorge are nearly vertical cliffs. The lower half of the cliff is bare, and the upper half has some vegetation. The riverbed is rugged, extending more than 200 meters deep, and the gorge suddenly narrows and turns southward.

  Bai Qi took the lead with his gun and moved forward, turning five or six bends in a row before finally seeing the end of the canyon.

  At the end, there is a tomb, very simple. The bricks and stones on it have weathered and rotted, the stone tablet is broken, and on the mound, stands a lone iron-gray long grass.

  "Junior brother..." Bai Shui Zhen Ren wanted to speak but hesitated.

  "You said."

  "It's still premature, like an unripe seedling."

  "Oh?" Bai Qi looked at Bai Shui Zhenren, waiting for him to finish speaking.

  "The terrain here, the canyon is already at its end. The mountain above should have a river flowing through it, and with the rainwater of the rainy season, the corpse energy accumulated in this tomb will be released continuously, day after day, month after month, only then did the Corpse Spirit Grass grow."

  "You're saying someone built a tomb here and planted Corpse Flower?"

  "This is indeed a desolate land, where vengeful spirits cannot enter the underworld and will be slowly worn away, or... absorbed by Corpse Grass. Those who dare to do so are basically evil demons and ruthless villains. Disciple brother, this place is not suitable for living."

  "Is that so?" Bai Qi raised his head and gazed towards the high mountains in front of him. From the waist of the mountain, a raven with wings spanning over half a zhang flew up, letting out a loud "ga" sound as it charged into the clouds.