Chapter 10

Three major illusions of life.

Phone vibrating.

I can counter-kill.

She likes me!

Li Rui looked at the small characters before his eyes, not knowing how to think for a while.

Jiang Yan, a Huaqing Sect noble girl, whether it's background, realm, or appearance, is far above him, and he is already seventy!

Heard of foot fetishes, ugly fetishes.

This is the first time seeing an old-age fetish.

Li Rui still had self-knowledge; even if there was an old-age fetish, it definitely wouldn't be someone like him.

There are plenty of immortal-looking old men in the Huaqing Sect; there's no need to pick him.

But if it's not liking... it must be that she saw something on him, and as a groom, the only thing Jiang Yan could fancy seems to be—Wu Gu!

Li Rui became alert.

If so, everything can be explained.

No wonder he has always been able to get Jiang Yan's attention; although he doesn't know how Jiang Yan saw that he had a Wu Gu, he still decided to minimize contact with these four Huaqing Sect people recently.

【Obtained appreciation of a sect noble girl, achievement +2】

【Name: Li Rui】

【Age: 0】

【Talent: Wu Gu】

【Achievement: 70/100】

It wasn't until Han Qin led the group up the mountain and Jiang Yan's figure was completely gone that the jumping small characters finally stopped.

In less than a quarter of an hour, his achievement points rose by a full ten points.

But Li Rui didn't have a trace of joy now.

The more Jiang Yan pays attention to him, the more dangerous his situation becomes.

What kind of behemoth is the Huaqing Sect?

A grain of dust falling casually is enough to crush him, this little groom.

Halfway up the mountain, the forest was lush and green, and under the cover of trees, a ruined temple could be vaguely seen.

Better to sleep in a barren grave than stay in a ruined temple.

The villagers nearby didn't want to come here, so it was rarely visited.

It's not that there are truly gods and ghosts in the ruined temple, but that the ruined temple has a roof to shelter from wind and rain, often becoming a place for bandits and villains to stay.

At this time.

In the Buddha hall of the ruined temple.

A young man in gorgeous clothes looked out of place compared to the surrounding desolation.

"All living beings believe in you, but I don't."

He looked at the Buddha statue covered in dust, his face full of sarcasm.

If believing in Buddha could make things better, then ordinary people would have no qualification to worship Buddha; if you want something, you must fight for it yourself!

Just then—

A person's voice sounded outside the Buddha hall.

"Junior Brother Xu, long time no see."

The young man named Xu Hua turned his head and saw Han Qin had appeared outside the Buddha hall at some point.

"So it's Senior Brother Han."

Seeing Han Qin appear, Xu Hua's face didn't show the slightest panic.

"Hand over the technique stolen from Elder Ma, and I can report to the Law Enforcement Elder to break your sinews and bones and spare your life."

Han Qin shouted in a low voice.

At the same time, the sound of wood breaking sounded all around the Buddha hall.

Zhu Yue, Zhou Hu, and Jiang Yan broke through the windows from three directions, surrounding Xu Hua in the center.

"That Ma guy is really willing to spend money, but you can't stop me!"

Xu Hua sneered.

"Arrogant!"

Zhu Yue roared and was the first to draw his sword.

Only a sword sound was heard, the precious sword unsheathed, killing straight toward Xu Hua's vital chest.

Xu Hua didn't dodge or evade, and didn't even draw the long knife at his waist, just extended two fingers.

Deng!

A crisp sound.

Zhu Yue's sword tip was steadily pinched between Xu Hua's two fingers, unable to advance a single inch.

Empty-handed into white blade!

Zhu Yue widened his eyes, looking at Xu Hua in disbelief: "You are Eighth-Rank?!"

Xu Hua didn't answer, raising his foot and kicking Zhu Yue in the chest.

With a muffled groan, Zhu Yue stumbled back several steps in pain; if Han Qin hadn't swept over to support him, he would have long hit the wooden beam of the Buddha hall and would definitely be seriously injured.

"Don't talk about martial virtue, attack together!"

Han Qin's face turned solemn.

The information in the bounty mission didn't mention at all that Xu Hua had broken through, otherwise, with his cautious temperament, he wouldn't have taken this mission at all.

Zhou Hu and Jiang Yan's faces also turned solemn.

They, like Zhu Yue, were Ninth-Rank.

Zhu Yue was seriously injured by Xu Hua in just one encounter; they were definitely not Xu Hua's match either.

The key still depends on Han Qin.

Han Qin changed his usual gentle appearance, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed at some point, the cold sword intent making people fear it.

"Today, let me learn the power of the Falling Flower Sword."

Xu Hua let out a light whistle and drew his long knife.

Han Qin looked at the black Qi lingering on Xu Hua's knife body, frowning slightly: "You actually practiced evil arts?!"

Zhu Yue and the three were suddenly enlightened.

No wonder he could break through to Eighth-Rank after not seeing him for a few days; it turned out he practiced evil arts.

"Evil arts?"

"Techniques are used by people, there's no distinction between good and evil; Senior Brother, you've fallen into a lower class."

Xu Hua's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a sick, enjoyable look.

Han Qin snorted coldly, not wanting to argue with Xu Hua anymore; evil arts have great power, and even he was under great pressure.

At this time—

Jiang Yan, who had been silent on the side, suddenly opened her mouth: "Senior Brother, help me block this person for a quarter of an hour."

Han Qin looked over and saw a bright yellow talisman in Jiang Yan's hand, with dense, dragon-flying-phoenix-dancing red talisman scripts written in cinnabar.

"Divine Soldier Talisman?!"

Seeing that talisman, Han Qin's eyes lit up.

"Good, Junior Sister Jiang, feel free to cast the talisman!"

Xu Hua, who had always been confident, changed his face for the first time: "You are..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Han Qin's sword had already reached his body.

Down the mountain.

A few crows hiding somewhere made unpleasant cawing sounds.

Li Rui looked at the moonlight.

It was already the Hour of the Dog (7:00 PM – 9:00 PM).

"Why would it take so long?"

From the time Zhu Yue and the others went up the mountain until now, a full hour had passed; logically, it should have ended long ago.

Real fighting isn't like in martial arts novels, where they fight for three days and three nights.

Friends who often fight to the death know that in a full-force situation, a quarter of an hour is enough to make a person exhausted to the point of dislocation.

Experts fighting is enough with one move.

"Something must have happened!"

Li Rui's heart sank.

He made a decisive decision, hurriedly led the four sweat-blood treasure horses to a hidden place and hid them; in case that Huaqing Sect traitor still had accomplices, running into them would be troublesome.

Li Rui was very familiar with this forest.

Before long, he led the four sweat-blood treasure horses into a valley; under the cover of layers of trees, the horses' shadows couldn't be seen at all.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Then he walked toward the location of the ruined temple.

He had been to that ruined temple several times and still had some impression.

Soon, he saw a corner of the ruined temple.

Head Catcher Liu was leading over a dozen catchers surrounding the ruined temple; vaguely, he could hear the sound of weapons clashing and scolding in the temple.

It was the Zhu family's eldest young master, Zhu Yue.

"Ghost Sect."

"You Huaqing Sect... scum."

The distance was too far, and the conversation couldn't be heard clearly, only a few words could be heard intermittently.

Li Rui had no intention of going up to help.

He came here just to observe the situation and facilitate escape.

(End of chapter)