Chapter 65: Even If There Are Immortals, They Are Just Liars

"Help!"

Liu Yao shouted, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

He had come to Taiqing Mountain for an outing, leaning against the railing to look at the scenery.

As it turned out, the railing was in disrepair and snapped instantly.

His foot slipped, and he fell straight down; fortunately, his hand caught a vine, preventing him from falling all the way.

However, with his strength, he could not climb back up at all.

Moreover, he did not dare to climb, fearing he would snap the vine.

If that happened, he would fall to the bottom of the mountain, with no hope of survival.

This was the first time Liu Yao had ever felt such panic.

He had been holding on for a minute, his arms numb and sore, and no one had come by.

"It's over. If you Immortals really exist, come and save me!"

Liu Yao did not believe in Immortals, but he would not shy away from praying for help at the last minute.

Just then, a young man in a Daoist robe appeared above him.

A look of joy appeared on Liu Yao's face, and he panted as he said, "Brother, do me a favor and call someone to save me."

Liu Yao was quite heavy, and he felt that the thin man before him could not save him.

This man was Zhang Shaoqin, who had just emerged from the Ice Coffin; he looked at Liu Yao, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

He reached out his hand and grabbed Liu Yao.

With a heave, Liu Yao was pulled straight up.

Liu Yao lay on the ground, his face pale, feeling grateful in his heart.

"Thank you, brother!"

If not for this person before him, he reckoned he would have met his end here today.

This was a life-saving grace.

"Brother, what is your name?" Liu Yao asked.

"Zhang Shaoqin," Zhang Shaoqin replied, staring at Liu Yao the whole time. "Your attire... why is it so strange? And your accent is very clumsy."

Liu Yao was slightly stunned.

He really wanted to say that it was the other person's accent that was strange, and that his Daoist robe attire was the truly strange thing!

Of course, since the other party was his savior, he naturally would not say anything.

"Shaoqin, where are you from?" Liu Yao had no choice but to change the subject.

"Beihan Hall," Zhang Shaoqin answered slowly.

"Beihan Hall?" Liu Yao was slightly stunned.

He carefully sized up the man before him.

Strange clothes, strange communication, and claiming to come from a strange place like Beihan Hall.

Had he played too many games?

Or was there something wrong with his brain?

"Where is Beihan Hall?"

"In the Extreme North, the twenty-seventh prefecture of Great Huang."

"... This Great Huang, is it the Great Huang founded by Huang Gaozu?"

There were many things called Great Huang; it could be the name of a dynasty, or it could be the name of a dog.

"Yes," Zhang Shaoqin replied, looking at Liu Yao with deep, dark eyes. "Have you come into contact with the Bronze King?"

"What Bronze King?"

"I smell the scent of the 'Strange' on your body," Zhang Shaoqin said slowly.

Back then, Lin Ping used his sword to sever the world's Strange Arts.

Zhang Shaoqin had followed Lin Ping ever since, becoming Lin Ping's attendant.

At that time, when Strange Arts were severed, Master Lin Ping used the Extreme Spirit Pearl to create a type of Spirit Martial Dao.

Unfortunately, the requirements to practice Spirit Martial Dao were extremely harsh.

At the time, only he and Master Saint could practice it.

Therefore, he also retained the strength he had when he was an Extraordinary Person.

"What 'Strange'?" Liu Yao felt it was all inexplicable.

Could this savior of his really have something wrong with his head?

"The 'Strange' is the source of pollution left behind in Great Cang by the Bronze King.

Relying on the 'Strange', the Bronze King can invade our world.

Back then, Master used his sword to sever the 'Strange', which gave the world a chance at life.

You have the scent of the 'Strange' on you; this is very bad."

Zhang Shaoqin was dead serious, his brows furrowed.

"Now that Master is not here, what is to be done?"

Liu Yao: "..."

Did this person really have something wrong with his head?

"Your master... he wouldn't be that Immortal from Taiqing Mountain who ascended, would he?"

"Exactly. My master is the Sect Master of the Dan Sword Sect, the state religion of Great Huang.

He is the number one person in the world!"

Mentioning Lin Ping, Zhang Shaoqin's eyes were full of pride.

His life was saved by the master.

He had always regarded Lin Ping as his own father, or master.

Liu Yao grabbed his hair, feeling very distressed.

It's over, this person really has a problem with his head.

Could he have gotten lost?

"Shaoqin, where is your home?"

"Beihan Hall, I have said it once before."

"What about your family?"

"What year is it now?"

"……The year 3030."

"It has been over a thousand years; they are likely already dead."

An orphan with a head problem and delusions?

Liu Yao suddenly felt a pang of pity: "You saved my life; from now on, I will be your family."

Zhang Shaoqin looked at Liu Yao and slowly spoke: "May I say one thing?"

"Go ahead."

"You are not worthy."

Liu Yao was instantly speechless; this person was even more contrarian than he was.

"Shaoqin, where are you living now?"

"I have no place to live."

"What about your bank card?"

In Daxia, a bank card is almost equivalent to an ID card and serves the same purpose.

"What is that?"

"It's just something you can use to withdraw money," Liu Yao continued to explain.

"Do you mean... a silver note?"

"Something like that," Liu Yao sighed.

He felt that it was better not to explain too much to someone with a head problem.

"You should come home with me," Liu Yao thought.

He wanted to take Zhang Shaoqin to the Law Enforcement Guard first to verify his identity.

"That is acceptable," Zhang Shaoqin looked at Liu Yao, "I want to investigate the strange aura on your body.

Nowadays, the master is not here, and if the Bronze King descends, no one can stop him."

"Sigh, Shaoqin, watch fewer novels and TV shows in the future and go out more," Liu Yao felt an inexplicable increase in resentment toward Taiqing Mountain.

This Zhang Shaoqin was likely an orphan who grew up listening to the Mythical legends of Taiqing Mountain and had become completely obsessed.

"You don't believe me?" Zhang Shaoqin frowned.

Although he did not quite understand the meaning of Liu Yao's words, he could still tell from his tone.

"I just don't believe in the Supernatural.

It is now the year 3030, science and technology are advanced, and modern civilization is prosperous.

In this world, there are no such things as Immortals at all.

Even if there were Immortals, they would be frauds."

PS: A bit stuck on the writing, sorry; I need to think carefully about how to design this plot better.

Thanks to 【Yi Hai Yi Meng】 and 【Xuan Huizi】 for the thousand-coin tips, thank you!

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