Lin Luochen was completely unaware that Leng Yueshuang was looking for him; at this moment, he was sitting gloomily in a restaurant in a small city, drinking away his sorrows.
He was ambitious, wanting to join an Immortal School to make Gu Qinghan and Jade Maiden Sect others pay the price.
However, the ideal was plump, but the reality was bony!
After descending the mountain, Lin Luochen searched for a whole month, but still couldn't find a way to an Immortal School.
Below the mountain were all mortals; although they knew of the existence of Cultivators, they had no idea where the Cultivation Schools were.
Lin Luochen inquired everywhere in the cities near the Broken Moon Mountain Range but found nothing.
He thought of the legends that most Cultivators lived in seclusion in the mountains, and excitedly entered the deep mountains and old forests, only to return disappointed.
The Cultivators who had been flying all over the Broken Moon Mountain Range earlier had all vanished, as if they never existed.
Lin Luochen didn't expect his ambition to be thwarted at the very first step, making him so depressed he wanted to vomit blood.
At this moment, a faint light flickered in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at the people walking below, trying to find Cultivators among them.
The pedestrians below all had a kind of Qi, either strong or faint, and some even had red or black light on their faces.
But they were all ordinary people, with no Spiritual Qi present on them.
Just then, the little white rat squeaked twice, and Lin Luochen came back to his senses and looked at it.
The little white rat had extremely faint Demonic Qi, but it had remarkable Luck, clearly not an ordinary rat.
At this moment, it tapped the bowl next to it, looking at Lin Luochen with a fawning expression.
"You want to drink too?"
Seeing it nod, Lin Luochen tentatively poured it a bowl.
The little guy poked its head in and drank incredibly fast, startling Lin Luochen.
"Shushu, drink slower!"
He had given the little guy several names, but it wasn't satisfied with any of them, and even dug up a sweet potato for him.
When Lin Luochen tentatively said "Shushu," it nodded repeatedly, and from then on, its name was settled.
Soon, Shushu was dead drunk, belly up, soaking in the bowl, scaring Lin Luochen into quickly scooping it out.
"Shushu, pull yourself together!"
Shushu sat leaning against the chopstick holder, its eyes hazy as it looked at him, and for some reason, it grinned.
Lin Luochen shook his head helplessly and said, "Little drunkard!"
He continued to look down at the street, while Qu Lingyin in his Sea of Consciousness was somewhat amused.
"Boy, what are you looking at? Do Cultivators have words written on their heads or something?"
Lin Luochen said calmly, "Maybe there really are words written?"
Qu Lingyin scoffed at this, "If you can find a Cultivator this way, I..."
"You what?"
Qu Lingyin thought for a moment and said, "If you can find one, I'll teach you a sword art."
"If you can't find one, how about you lend me your body and let me use the reincarnation defying fate tablet to go back?"
"Of course, there's a deadline for this; you must find one within today for it to count!"
Lin Luochen hesitated for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards.
"Alright, it's a deal!"
He naturally wasn't being careless with his life; rather, he saw a man and a woman walking in the distance.
There were waves of Spiritual Qi around both of them, clearly indicating they were Cultivators.
Lin Luochen drained the wine in his cup, smiled freely, and said, "Get your sword art ready!"
Qu Lingyin was confused, as although she shared Lin Luochen's sights and sounds, she couldn't see Luck.
But when the man and woman appeared in her line of sight, her heart still skipped a beat.
From their demeanor and spiritual aura, these two truly seemed like Cultivators.
Especially the woman, who was captivating with every glance, full of Spiritual Qi, clearly not an ordinary person.
Qu Lingyin retorted stubbornly, "Just because someone looks good, don't assume they're a Cultivator, alright?"
"Then I'll prove it to you!"
Lin Luochen tucked the tipsy Shushu into his embrace, threw down the money for the wine, and quickly went downstairs.
This was a rare opportunity for him to see Cultivators, and they didn't seem too strong; he couldn't let them get away.
As Lin Luochen reached the entrance, the man and woman happened to be walking from a distance.
The man was dressed in luxurious clothes, handsome, holding a folding fan, and appeared quite refined.
However, his face was somewhat pale, his eye sockets sunken, looking as if he had been hollowed out by wine and women.
The woman wore a long black dress, completely covered, even wearing black silk gloves on her hands, beautiful and mysterious.
She possessed a beauty that could make fish sink and wild geese fall, with moon-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, captivating with every glance, and her somewhat pale complexion was even more endearing.
Behind them followed two attendants, one of whom surprisingly also had faint Spiritual power fluctuations on him.
Lin Luochen was about to go forward and strike up a conversation, but he quickly stopped.
Because as he got closer, he saw that the man and all the attendants had a layer of black mist covering their faces, and dark clouds overshadowed their heads.
The woman was no better; a layer of blood-red light shimmered around her, with faint black Qi entwined, eerily strange.
Lin Luochen cursed under his breath, thinking how unlucky; he finally met Cultivators, only for them to be dead!
After half a month of exploration, he had a rough understanding of what these anomalies represented.
The black Qi on their faces was Death Qi; the denser the Death Qi, the closer they were to death!
The several unlucky individuals in front of him had such dense black Qi that their faces were barely visible, indicating they were about to die immediately.
The blood-red light on the woman's face represented a bloody disaster, but the black Qi entwined around her body was something he had never seen before.
But it didn't look like a good sign no matter how he looked at it, so Lin Luochen stopped in his tracks.
His unblinking stare at the two naturally drew their attention.
The woman's eyes lit up when she saw Lin Luochen, and she subconsciously took a few more glances, smiling sweetly at him.
Seeing this, a hint of jealousy flashed in the man's eyes, and then, as if to show off, he turned to converse with the woman beside him.
"Qiu Zhi Junior Sister, let's hurry; the city gates will close soon!"
The woman hummed in response, speaking softly with him, captivating many passersby.
The group walked past Lin Luochen and headed straight out of the city.
Several men exchanged glances and quietly followed, seemingly drawn by the woman's graceful and charming figure.
The moment they started moving, a thick layer of Death Qi instantly covered the faces of those men, making Lin Luochen shake his head.
Lust is a blade above the head!
Good thing I'm not that kind of person!
As Lin Luochen thought this, he circulated the Gathering Breath Art, following closely behind the group from a distance.
He wasn't trying to commit robbery or assault; he just wanted to see if there was any chance of finding clues to a Cultivation School.
If not, he would have no choice but to stage a heroic rescue and use a honey trap to extract information.
Of course, if the person making the killing move was too strong, Lin Luochen would not hesitate to turn around and leave.
The group seemed completely unaware that they were being followed; after leaving the city, they went directly to a deserted inn outside the city.
The sky was gradually darkening; the man stood in the dilapidated inn, looking around, gently tapping his folding fan.
"Qiu Zhi Junior Sister, why isn't your elder sister here yet?"
The woman's face showed some worry: "But my elder sister and I did agree to meet here!"
The young man looked at the beauty like this, a hint of lust flashing in his eyes, wishing he could hold her in his arms to comfort her.
But he raised his hand, then lowered it again, seemingly wary of something.
"Qiu Zhi Junior Sister, don't worry, Xia Zhu Junior Sister is probably delayed by something; let's deal with a few little rats first!"
The woman was momentarily stunned, seemingly confused, while the man stood with his hands behind his back and spoke loudly.
"Everyone who has followed us for so long, it's about time you came out, isn't it?"
As soon as his voice fell, more than a dozen masked burly men emerged from all directions, surrounding the four.
The leader raised his broadsword and pointed it at the young man, looking fierce and menacing.
"Kid, if you're sensible, surrender obediently, hand over the beauty and valuables, and let your family pay to redeem you."
The two attendants around the young man immediately looked at the approaching people vigilantly, taking out their weapons.
The young man lightly fanned his folding fan, smiling disdainfully, "What if I'm not sensible?"
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the bandit leader's eyes, and he sneered, "Then don't blame our blades for being blind!"
The young man smiled disdainfully, "A bunch of bandits dare to rob me? Truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!"
He closed his folding fan and said coldly, "Kill them!"
The two attendants responded, charging towards the surrounding bandits like fierce tigers descending a mountain, showing no fear.
The scene immediately became chaotic; the two attendants, fighting against many, surprisingly held their own.
One of the attendants slapped a Talisman onto his blade, and the long blade immediately burst into raging flames, dazzling in the night.
With the enhancement of the flame blade, he was invincible in the field, immediately causing the bandits to fall over themselves.
The bandits' faces changed dramatically, and they said in panic, "Not good, they're Cultivators!"
"Now you know fear? Too late!"
The young man casually repelled an attacking enemy, and the sharp edge on the fan's ribs slashed across the enemy's body, leaving a deep wound that exposed bone.
His folding fan occasionally spun and flew out, returning after killing an enemy, appearing exceptionally elegant.
"Qiu Zhi Junior Sister, stay close to me; be careful they don't turn desperate!"
The young man intentionally showed off in front of the woman, always protecting her behind him, completely disregarding the lives of his attendants.
The woman hummed in response, saying softly, "Wen Yu Senior Brother, you be careful too!"
Those ordinary bandits were no match for them; after several were killed, they scattered and fled in a panic.
The young man said coldly, "Chase them, leave no one alive!"
The two attendants hesitated for a moment, but out of obedience to the command, they still pursued the enemies, though not too deeply.
"Immortal, spare our lives!"
"We were just for a moment... Ah!"
...
The bandits were scared senseless, begging for mercy repeatedly, but all they received was the merciless butcher's blade.
The young man watched as all the bandits fell to the ground, a cold sneer forming at the corner of his mouth.
But he suddenly felt a pain in his back, looking in disbelief at the charred black hole in his chest.
Damn it, isn't she unable to Cultivate?
No, she's not Murong Qiuzhi!
The young man turned his head with difficulty; the woman behind him still wore a gentle smile, but her eyes were icy cold, and the Talisman in her hand slowly dimmed.
"My brother won't..."
He fell to the ground and died before he could finish speaking; the Black Skirt Woman cautiously cut off his head, sneering.
"Your brother won't know!"
She darted towards the two attendants, who were looking horrified, her figure light as a startled swan, but in their eyes, she was like a grim reaper.
"Young Miss Murong, spare us!"
"Young Miss Murong, we will never reveal a single word!"
However, the Black Skirt Woman gave them no chance to escape, her eyes filled with killing intent, sneering coldly.
"Only dead men tell no tales!"
The strongest young man in the field had already died by her hand; the remaining two attendants were no match for her at all.
She killed one of them with lightning speed, and the remaining one ran desperately towards Lin Luochen's location.
Lin Luochen was very annoyed by this; he had intended to be a hero saving a beauty, but who knew this beauty was a soul reaper!
He flicked a pebble at the person's leg; anyway, that person couldn't escape, so there was no need to implicate himself.
Let the Fellow Daoist die, not me; Fellow Daoist, rest in peace!
A moment later, the attendant who had stumbled fell to the ground and died unwillingly, going to the underworld to follow his master.
The Black Skirt Woman picked up the Storage Pouch, destroyed the bodies with a fire Talisman, then turned to look at Lin Luochen's location, smiling sweetly.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your assistance. Fellow Daoist, having watched for so long, are you planning to rob me for wealth or for beauty?"