Chapter 8: The Thought of Cultivating Immortality

  On the second day, after resting in a small town, the team set off early.

  At noon, the scorching sun burned the earth, and the grass by the roadside seemed to wither away, as if weakened by the sun's burning. Although the team was made up of Dragon Tiger Gang's top hands, they were not cultivators after all. Under the scorching sun, they couldn't stop sweating, their bodies feeling weak and limp, their vigilance at an all-time low.

  In the distance, the road became a forest.

  "Boss, the people will arrive soon." The burly man with a ferocious face reported respectfully. The leader nodded slightly, narrowing his eyes and said, "Tell the brothers to be on high alert and watch my gestures for action."

  The team walked slowly, Wang Chen quietly practiced his swordsmanship, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat, as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf, cold air seeping into his entire body.

  Wang Chen was not a cultivator and did not form a divine consciousness under the nourishment of spiritual energy, but his sensory abilities were much better than those of ordinary people due to the subtle changes brought about by the spiritual energy.

  "Whoosh, whoosh"

  A burst of gunfire interrupted Wang Chen's confusion, arrows fell like rain, shining with a black light, like the scythe of death cutting into the crowd.

  Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!

  Arrows pierced the body, blood splattered everywhere, and figures fell one after another. The front of the corpses only left a cyan arrow tail! Ordinary arrows have killing power, but for second-rate masters, the threat is not great, let alone first-rate masters.

  Arrow after arrow flashed by, and the giant sword in Wang Chen's hand seemed to have grown eyes, always able to block them in advance. Ding ding ding, the sound continued uninterrupted.

  "Refined Iron Arrowhead", Wang Chen stared at the mark on the five-foot giant sword, the giant sword was not made too sturdy due to its large size, but after all, it was forged from refined iron, "This calamity of Mount Bandit is not ordinary... it's getting more and more interesting" Wang Chen thought to himself as a mysterious smile flashed at the corner of his mouth.

  After about a moment of time, nearly ten thousand arrows were shot and fell to the ground, more than 40 members of the gang lay down, most of whom were good hands in the second-rate.

  At this moment, nearly a thousand mountain bandits suddenly rushed out from all sides, holding various weapons and charging over. The escorts had been transporting goods for many years, who hadn't seen blood before? It was either you die or I die, in an instant the two groups of people were killing each other.

  Dozens of people also appeared around Wang Chen, but facing many enemies, Wang Chen's heart was not timid, and his blood was boiling with excitement.

  Although there are many people in the mountain stronghold, there are not many martial artists. Although they have the support of their lord's weapons, among them, there is only one top-notch expert, which is far inferior to the Dragon and Tiger Gang.

  This battle was just right for Wang Chen to practice his skills and gain combat experience. So the slaughter began, as if endless slaughter had begun. A knife came slashing over, a strong step flashed, and the giant sword directly stuck to the blade and inserted it into the opponent's body. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and before the sword was even pulled out, several more enemies rushed over. There was no time to pull out the sword, using fingers as a substitute for the sword, his body shape retreated but advanced instead.

  "Die!"

  In the opponent's astonished gaze, two fingers were inserted into his throat. However, the slaughter had not stopped yet, and the giant sword was pulled out of the corpse and began its frantic rampage again.

  A year ago, Wang Chen encountered the legacy of Jianchi, and he was hesitant for a while about which one to choose. Now, after a period of killing, Wang Chen finally realized how wise his choice was. The fancy moves were not very useful in this battle, and only a ruthless and swift sword strike could be effective.

  The battle lasted for about half a watch, and more than a thousand mountain bandits were killed, leaving only a few hundred defeated. The elder didn't let the helpers pursue, but instead ordered them to clean up quickly and hurry on their way with a gloomy face.

  The original team of over 200 people suddenly lost more than 30, and another 60 or so were injured and had to return to the guild to recover. The team was reduced to 100 people in an instant. After setting out again, the atmosphere of the team became even more solemn.

  The more elders there are, the stronger the power represents the harder the task!

  The next day.

  In the dead of night, a bright crescent moon hung in the pitch-black sky like a curved knife radiating cold light, making one shiver without feeling cold. Everyone had already fallen asleep, leaving only two guards dozing off at the door. Suddenly, a patch of dark cloud floated over, blocking out the crescent moon, and the surroundings became even darker.

  Chirp! Chirp!

  Two faint voices seemed to exist and not exist, a cold light, two guards opened their eyes before they died, with an expression of incredulity, a small knife was still inserted in the neck, the flowing blood was dark red, apparently already poisoned.

  These two hidden weapons made very little noise, and ordinary disciples naturally did not detect them. However, the three elders were top-notch experts, and in the instant that the two guards opened their eyes, they had already sensed something was amiss.

  "What kind of person is this?" The loud shout used internal force, instantly startling everyone, and the slaughter began...

  An hour later, the entire inn was filled with corpses, and Wang Chen had added several knife wounds to his body. His whole body felt weak and numb, and he could only stand leaning on his sword.

  The fierce battle came to an end, and the elders ordered everyone to go back and rest. The corpses in the inn were naturally cleaned up by Wang Chen and his group.

  Actually collecting corpses is also a good job, after all, the silver on the corpse belongs to oneself.

  Dazzling blood, scattered limbs, many people can't even assemble the corpses, and they just have to make do. Others who see these corpses are numb, only left with the desire to search for money from the dead, and even in their hearts, they don't know how long it will be before they too become corpses on the ground, carelessly buried by others.

  The crimson flames illuminated Wang Chen's deep face, the corpses piled up like small hills emitted a foul odor, and were reduced to ashes in an instant.

  "What is the Jianghu? The Jianghu is involuntary slaughter. No, I won't be like that, I want to cultivate immortality, I must cultivate immortality, I want eternal life, I want powerful strength, I want to cultivate immortality."

  As if gone mad, Wang Chen revealed a ferocious face, even more ferocious under the firelight, his clenched fists crackling with energy. If previously Wang Chen was driven by a desire for immortality, now he was consumed by an unyielding pursuit of it, ever since his family's downfall and destruction, Wang Chen had finally found his new goal in life.

  Cultivation, Power, Immortality.

  No one can know how much power a small sapling can burst out, this is the peculiarity of life, bursting out with great force in unexpected places, shocking heaven and earth!

  Wang Chen had already learned about his own Five Spirits Root through Naqi Jue, but he didn't know what the Five Spirits Root meant in the Xianxia world.

  Four Spiritual Roots, due to the slow absorption of spiritual energy, were considered as useless Spiritual Roots. Five Spiritual Roots cultivators were even determined to be waste for a lifetime of cultivation. Wang Chen did not know that if he knew, he might have given up on his immortal ambitions and there would never have been this legendary story spanning the three realms.

  Opportunities can be obtained, but if you lose confidence in yourself, heaven cannot help you!

  Right next to the pyre where the bodies were being cremated, Wang Chen's determination to cultivate immortality was ignited for the first time. From then on, as long as there was an opportunity, a small sapling would have the chance to grow into a towering tree that pierced the sky.