Where Immortals Once Walked

Even with weapons pointed right at her, Zhu Daniang remained calm. All eight of her claws rested lightly on the ground. He Lingchuan straightened up, his saber still in its scabbard.

Dong Rui, meanwhile, shrank back behind the two of them and rubbed his arms.

Since their desire to fight did not seem strong, the other side’s reaction eased somewhat as well. One of them took two steps forward and asked, “Who are you, and why have you trespassed into Rongshan territory?”

The one who asked them the question was a young man barely twenty years old, with a square face, high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and prominent brows.

If one were to describe his face with a single word, then there would be no word more perfect than fierce.

The way he looked at people was like a ravenous wolf staring at prey, enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

He Lingchuan had spent so long in the Gale Army, where every companion was a hero who had risked life and death, but very few of them possessed this kind of gaze and bearing.

Dong Rui could not help but say, “So this really is Rongshan. I didn’t lead us the wrong way!”

When he drove the snail toad underground, he rarely went astray. If anything, traveling aboveground made it easier to lose direction.

He Lingchuan picked up the conversation. “Are you disciples of Rongshan? We’ve just entered your esteemed land and have come to seek Elder Dao Quan!”

At that moment, someone said urgently, “Junior Brother Qiu, there’s no time. Those things are about to come out!”

The fierce young man ignored him. He only tilted his head slightly and asked He Lingchuan, “Seeking Elder Dao? What business do you have with him?” He then pointed at the spider monster and asked, “Why are you with a cicada?”

A cicada? These blind humans have mistaken this majestic spider immortal for a cicada? Zhu Daniang braced her eight legs, and her body immediately swelled to more than twice her previous size.

She had originally compressed herself to the size of a fine horse. With this sudden expansion, she became thick, imposing, and powerful, every bristle on her body radiating the warning that she was not to be trifled with.

The crowd was startled and went on strict guard.

One man happened to be standing behind her. He subconsciously retreated two steps and accidentally triggered a mechanism. With a whoosh, a sleeve arrow shot out.

Zhu Daniang had twelve eyes, giving her a basically three-hundred-and-sixty-degree panoramic view with no blind spots. How could he successfully sneak-attack her?

She lifted one leg, and the sleeve arrow missed.

A spider that large actually leaped into the air and directly pounced onto the man, pinning him to the ground!

The unlucky fellow immediately screamed.

The bristles on Zhu Daniang’s legs were ten centimeters long. When she held him down like this, it was like there were ten thousand needles piercing his body, causing him unbearable pain.

Yet he could not break free, because Zhu Daniang’s first move was to cast a web over him, wrapping him up tightly.

Logically speaking, the next step would be to inject venom and wait for it to take effect. However, Zhu Daniang showed mercy and did not turn him into a juice pouch. After all, He Lingchuan had traveled a great distance to come here, and they still had to deal with the masters of this land.

Seeing this, the other Rongshan disciples rushed forward to rescue him. The fierce young man surnamed Qiu narrowed his eyes, then suddenly flashed behind Dong Rui and chopped at the back of his neck with a hand blade.

He could tell at a glance that this man was the weakest of the three intruders.

When taking an enemy, seize the weak one first. The hard bones could be left for later and gnawed slowly.

But the moment he attacked, his vision blurred, and something inexplicable pounced toward his face, growing larger and larger in midair.

The two were far too close. Seeing that his entire face was about to be wrapped up, the young man suddenly gave a furious roar and punched the thing.

His roar was deafening, like a thunderbolt exploding under a clear sky right beside one’s ear. Dong Rui was shaken into retreating two or three steps, his heart, mind, qi, and blood all surging, let alone a creature like the bat monster puppet, which relied on ultrasonic waves to navigate and locate targets.

It was directly stunned, its body even stiffening for an instant.

Immediately after, the young man’s fist arrived.

The monster puppet, which had just grown to the size of an ordinary flying fox, was punched into an arc and landed three zhang away.

But after this brief delay, Dong Rui had already slid beneath Zhu Daniang’s belly with one smooth step. His movement was light and swift. Even if He Lingchuan tried the same thing, he might not have done it so fluidly.

Fighting was not his strong point, but when it came to fleeing for his life, he was number one.

Without such solid skills, how could he have stayed on Beijia’s Ranking of Earth wanted list for so long without being captured?

They bickered in ordinary times, but at critical moments, Zhu Daniang was still the most reliable teammate. Her eight long legs were like eight pillars, firmly protecting him in the middle.

Of course, one still had to say the proper words for the occasion. “We’ve traveled here from thousands of kilometers away, and this is how Rongshan treats its guests?”

He had plenty of sinister tricks, but this was not the time to use them. He did not want to damage relations too badly.

The Rongshan disciples’ attacks were all blocked by Zhu Daniang.

People said two fists could not beat four hands, but Zhu Daniang had eight legs. She could fight several people at once, each limb handling its own opponent.

But Zhu Daniang was not satisfied with how things currently were either. With two sharp hisses, she sprayed webs and glued two people directly to the trees.

The others rushed over to rescue them, but the spiderweb was shockingly tough, and blades and swords could hardly cut through it.

On He Lingchuan’s side, he had already exchanged blows with the fierce young man.

Against He Lingchuan, this fellow took out a short violet-gold rod. With one shake into the wind, it became a two-meter-long staff. The head of the staff flicked up and thrust toward He Lingchuan’s brow.

The moment they traded moves, He Lingchuan sensed something unusual. The young man’s strength was astonishing, only slightly inferior to Meng Shan’s, but far steadier and more condensed. When he swung the staff, it made no whooshing wind. Only when it struck an opponent’s weapon or body would the immense force contained within abruptly erupt, blasting the target off guard.

He Lingchuan dodged one staff strike. The tip struck a boulder and silently punched a hole into it.

Using that opening, He Lingchuan spun around and slashed at the young man’s face.

He had come to Rongshan to find someone, not to cause trouble. So he turned his wrist over, intending to hit the man with the flat of the blade.

If it landed, it would be no different from a hard slap across the face.

It was impressive that the young man could see clearly in that split second. His left hand left the staff and formed a fist, striking squarely against the flat of Fleeting Life.

With a clang, fist and blade met, and there was even the faint sound of metal.

He Lingchuan borrowed the force to press downward, then lashed out with a side kick, viciously striking toward the back of the young man’s knee.

This kick had once sent even the fierce tiger Jiao Yu flying. If it landed solidly on a joint, the lightest result would still be a fracture.

A visitor was a guest, and He Lingchuan did not want to take anyone’s life. But he did not mind giving the other party a bone-fracture package first.

The kick was too fast, resulting in the young man simply failing to dodge.

Yet at that very moment, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the young man’s leg and stabbed He Lingchuan’s boot.

He Lingchuan’s kick landed on the black shadow as if scattering a clump of black mist, and the young man was also sent flying seven meters away by the blow.

However, He Lingchuan himself felt pain in his foot, as if something had pierced through his boot and stung him. His instep immediately went numb.

“Damn it!” He instantly sensed something was wrong. He swept a hand over his storage ring and swallowed an antidote pill at once.

The young man hit the ground and rolled twice, then immediately stood.

His steps were unsteady and somewhat staggering, but he had indeed gotten back on his feet.

This fellow was truly durable. On top of that, the black shadow had dispersed much of the force from He Lingchuan’s kick, so the blow had not actually broken his bones.

He Lingchuan tapped the tip of his foot against the ground and swept right up to him. To the others, he was as fast as a ghost. In the next instant, a Wave-Cleaving Slash went out.

Ever since he began cultivating, he had devoted himself to sharpening his skill and forcing his way upstream through hardship, all for the sake of training his saber intent until it moved as his heart desired.

When these two slashes fell, the young man opposite him felt as if he had been thrown into a stormy sea. Surging force was everywhere, as if it meant to tear him to pieces.

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