Black Wind Stronghold.
Inside a relatively decent hall, a young man in a close-fitting outfit respectfully faced a young man seated at the head of the table.
The young man was clearly pleased with himself, a smile he couldn't hide on his face, dressed in a blue uniform Daoist robe, with a mysterious cloth bag hanging from his waist.
The people around them all watched the two, standing by, not daring to speak much.
"Immortal Master Duan, our Black Wind Stronghold has, as per our agreement, assisted you in finding the evil Cultivator and eliminating him. All treasures on the evil Cultivator belong to the Immortal Master. I implore the Immortal Master to bestow upon me an Immortal opportunity and take me to Cultivate Immortality."
The young man in the close-fitting outfit spoke to the young man with an excited and hopeful heart.
"Ye Fort Master, how old are you this year?"
The young Cultivator, Duan Shuiliu, did not rush to agree, but instead asked a question.
"I am 25 years old."
"Heh, then I apologize. Our Xuantian Sect does not accept anyone over 15 years old as a Disciple, not even as a Utility Disciple. It's impossible."
Duan Shuiliu chuckled lightly, his eyes full of mockery.
"This, Immortal Master, that's not what we agreed upon. You said you could take me to Cultivate Immortality."
"You're already 25, there's really no need to Cultivate Immortality. If you don't reach Qi Refining Ninth Layer before 30, you won't be qualified to participate in the Sect's Outer Sect Competition to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill. Besides that, there are almost no other ways to obtain a Foundation Establishment Pill."
"Your Spiritual Root is also so poor. Without a Foundation Establishment Pill, you won't be able to Breakthrough to Foundation Establishment. In the end, you'll just be a handful of yellow earth. Five years is too short, you don't have a chance."
Upon hearing this, the young man's face turned dark, his words filled with bitterness, and he was willing to step back in his heart.
"Immortal Master Duan, at the very least, could you take the age-appropriate people from our fort to Cultivate Immortality within the Immortal Sect?"
However, Duan Shuiliu still shook his head.
"Heh heh! In your fort, only you have a Spiritual Root. The others are all useless, so let's forget it, Ye Fort Master. In my opinion, you should continue being a carefree bandit in this Mortal world. The Cultivation World is not as easy to get by in as you think!"
After speaking, Duan Shuiliu immediately stood up, not intending to leave any reward for the young man.
Watching Duan Shuiliu's departing back, the young man's face flickered, his chest heaving, clearly greatly angered, as he thought to himself.
"For this elimination of the evil Cultivator, our fort put in a lot of effort and many people died. Does this Duan Shuiliu really think he can leave without leaving anything behind? Dream on!"
A moment later, he secretly made a decision, and facing the others in the hall, he made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.
Seeing this, everyone understood what they needed to do next.
Afterward, he quickly caught up with Duan Shuiliu.
"Immortal Master, the journey to the Immortal Sect is long, and you have just experienced a great battle. Why not rest for a night in our fort first? We will arrange the most beautiful girl in our fort to serve as your companion."
Upon hearing this, Duan Shuiliu's heart was filled with joy, thinking that the other party, like some other Mortals, hoped he could leave behind an offspring who might possess a Spiritual Root.
"Alright, I'll leave you an Immortal seed, but whether there is one or not depends on whether the girls here are lucky."
"Yes, yes, yes, Immortal Master Duan, this way please!"
The young man, smiling apologetically, led Duan Shuiliu to a distant, independent, luxurious single wooden house.
The young man's name was Ye Feng, a Transmigrator from Blue Star, who Transmigrated into the body of an orphan in Black Wind Stronghold seven years ago.
There were many Martial Artists in Black Wind Stronghold, and also many Martial Artists in the surrounding area. He thought he had Transmigrated into a low-Martial world, so he also followed suit and practiced martial arts.
If he were a kind and honest person, he would only be bullied and exploited. To avoid being bullied and to live a better life, he had no choice but to grow rapidly in this fort, engaging in burning, killing, looting, collecting road tolls, protection fees, etc., committing all sorts of evil deeds.
Fortunately, his talent seemed good, and he quickly achieved results in martial arts, becoming a minor expert.
It wasn't until he was 23 that the former Fort Master of Black Wind Stronghold died, killed by a Cultivator.
From then on, he learned of the existence of Cultivators. After seizing the position of Fort Master, he constantly tried to make contact with the Cultivation World, hoping that he too could Cultivate Immortality.
Since he had Transmigrated to the Cultivation World, he couldn't just die of old age after a hundred years!
A few days ago, Duan Shuiliu, an Inner Sect Disciple (Qi Refining Eighth Level) from Xuantian Sect, arrived in the surrounding area and sought out their local power, Black Wind Stronghold, to help him find information and locate the evil Cultivator's position, to assist him in completing his Sect mission to kill the evil Cultivator.
At that time, Duan Shuiliu repeatedly promised to take Ye Feng to Xuantian Sect to Cultivate. Ye Feng naturally did his best, mobilizing everyone in Black Wind Stronghold to help, and finally, today, he helped Duan Shuiliu successfully kill the evil Cultivator.
For this, their Black Wind Stronghold, and several Martial Artists, paid the price of their lives.
Who would have thought that this Immortal Master would break his word!
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"Immortal Master Duan, please wait here for a moment. I will now go and invite the most beautiful girl in our fort for you."
Inside the sealed wooden house, Ye Feng said with a smile.
Duan Shuiliu sat on the soft cotton bed, his heart full of anticipation.
"Good, go quickly and come back soon!"
"Certainly!"
As Ye Feng left the thatched hut, the people in the fort all ran to the other side of the mountain, trying to stay as far away from this wooden house as possible.
Duan Shuiliu smelled some sulfur and saltpeter, but he didn't expect that some Mortal Martial Artists would even have the intention and ability to kill him, so he didn't pay too much attention, only thinking that this small place was a bit messy.
Who knew that this would become the thing that would take his life.
After closing the wooden house door and confirming that everyone in the fort had gone far away, Ye Feng took out a fire starter, lit a fuse, and then quickly ran away into the distance.
He had stored a large amount of explosives in this wooden house.
One sulfur, two saltpeter, three charcoal.
Ye Feng couldn't produce some precise firearms due to the lack of corresponding production lines, but as for individual explosive packages, he definitely had enough.
A few seconds later, a strong explosion occurred inside the wooden house, followed by other explosive packages also being ignited, forming a continuous chain of explosions.
Boom boom boom!
The sound of the explosive packages exploding lasted for four or five seconds, with a scream interspersed in between, and then there was no sound.
"Fire!"
"Fire, quickly go save the Immortal Master!"
Ye Feng led a young woman from the fort by his side, constantly shouting to the surroundings.
Finally, the Martial Artists in the fort all took action, finding some pots, bowls, and basins, filling them with water to extinguish the fire.
Ye Feng also found a bucket of water and, with a short sword still tucked into his waist, rushed towards the thatched hut.
At this time, the wooden house had already become a ruin, with raging flames continuously burning the surrounding wood chips.
Everyone threw water onto the fire source, quickly extinguishing the large fire, seemingly genuinely eager to rescue the Immortal.
A moment later, the large fire was extinguished, and the ruins of the wooden house became clear to everyone, leaving only a large black pit.
"Immortal Master Duan, are you alright? Where are you?"
Ye Feng was still asking hypocritically, actually wanting to know whether the other party was dead or not.
Dare to violate his promise, even if a Grand Unity Golden Immortal came, he would have to find a way to kill him!
What's more, this Duan Shuiliu was only a small Cultivator at the Qi Refining Eighth Level!
