The Unruly Immortals

"I'm one of someone else's three corpses, I am... I am Peng Zhi?"

Li Huowang's head was buzzing at this moment, and he felt his mind was very chaotic.

"How is this possible? I clearly transmigrated here, how could I possibly be some damn Peng Zhi!"

"Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant. Think carefully about your past, there must be some details that went unnoticed at the time."

"Details?" Li Huowang instinctively resisted, but after careful consideration, he found indeed there were many doubts.

Master Danyang was as foolish and self-righteous as ever, and those illusory yet substantial events around him. The more he thought, the more it aligned with the description of the three corpses.

"Also, can't you remember what happened when you were a child? That's natural because we aren't human at all—we came into existence fully grown as we are!"

The monk's words made Li Huowang remember the time before his arrival at Qingfeng Taoist Temple; there was nothing before that, only a blank void.

"What is real, and what is fake?"

These details, along with the monk helping him, interchanged in his mind, causing Li Huowang to feel like his head was splitting.

"Peng Zhi, stop thinking, stop guessing! Restrain your nature. I can do it, and you definitely can too! Don't guess, don't doubt anymore! We can beat that person!"

The old monk urgently shook Li Huowang's arms.

"Snap out of it quickly, look at those who are trying to kill us, it's all the handiwork of those who practice immortal cultivation."

"If our two corpses are slain, he will become an immortal for good! So now, we are grasshoppers on the same rope, and we cannot let his schemes succeed!"

Li Huowang, breathing rapidly, steadied his chaotic mind, clenched his teeth, and turned to question the monk, "Monk! You—"

"Watch out!!" With swift action, the monk pulled him away as another bolt with barbs, clipping a few of Li Huowang's hairs, whizzed by.

"In times like this, what are you asking for? Can't we leave this place first and then talk it over slowly! Look outside, it's all enemies!"

Li Huowang looked back and saw that the distant black dots were no longer dots, but had turned into a group of people riding horses and camels.

Some people wore terrifying wooden masks with fangs protruding from their mouths, writhing like sea anemones.

Li Huowang recognized them; they were the performers of the Nuoxi.

If it were only them, it might be fine, but it wasn't just them—along with them came a large number of bandits.

These bandits with covered faces were filled with hostility, holding various weapons in their hands and continuously shouting as if herding sheep.

Seeing everything in the distance, Li Huowang with a very unsightly expression prepared to continue charging forward.

But he hadn't walked a few steps when suddenly he felt the dim Gobi Desert around him start to shake violently and collapse.

"This is bad! Why now of all times!"

By the time he fully came to his senses, he found himself once again tied to the bed in the medical facility.

Then, he saw Yang Na and his mother, who were carefully placing a bed table on the bed where he lay.

"Peng Zhi....." A faint voice suddenly echoed beside Li Huowang, and his hands, bound with cloth straps, clenched tightly.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and abruptly opened them, only to find he had not returned.

"Huowang, happy birthday! Do you remember? In three days, it's going to be my birthday too."

Yang Na, in a white tight sweater, held up a paper crown and gently placed it on Li Huowang's head, clearly unaware of any change in Li Huowang's expression.

"Peng Zhi… wake up…" The voice in his ear grew louder.

Sun Xiaoqin, standing by, placed a cake on the bedside table and began to insert candles into it.

Following that, Li Huowang felt the voice next to his ear getting louder. "Peng Zhi, wake up, they have already caught up!"

The lights in the ward went out, and there they were, smiling, coming closer with hands pressed together, one on each side.

"Peng Zhi! Everything I told you is the truth! Don't think about Li Huowang's memories or his body! Those things are not yours! No matter how confused you are! They belong to Li Huowang, not you! You are just borrowing his body, overcome your nature! Forget them!"

"I'm not Li Huowang? Are my mother and Yang Na actually caring for a different Li Huowang?"

Li Huowang's lips trembled as he looked at the two people in front of him.

Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you~" The two began to sing the birthday song softly.

Watching the incredibly warm scene before him, Li Huowang's lips trembled slightly as he bit his gums until they bled and then swallowed the blood.

He wanted to take deep breaths, trying to vent the repression in his heart physically, but he dared not, for fear of frightening the two in front of him.

When the singing ended, Li Huowang leaned slightly forward and blew out the candles in front of him.

His action clearly surprised the two, who suddenly opened their mouths in astonishment, "Huowang! When did you come to?"

He looked at them and smiled, whispering, "My wish is to have a piece of cloth to gag my mouth, can I? Because I might be a bit noisy later."

No sooner had he finished speaking than with a bang, a loud noise erupted, and Li Huowang saw stars before his eyes as the surroundings swiftly transformed.

"Wake up!!"

He found himself back on the cold Gobi desert, his face being scraped against the ground, skin and flesh blurred from the friction.

He saw three carriages formed into a circle, with everyone huddled inside, raising their weapons to fend off attackers from the outside—the few against the many, valiantly holding on.

The perilous situation before him made Li Huowang desperate to rush forward to help.

Yet, he didn't move, because he saw on his right side a group of people standing together—that was a Monk.

Then he glanced at the one supporting him—that too was a Monk.

With a surge of strength, Li Huowang violently pushed the person away, and at that moment, he saw two Monks appear before his eyes!

With a "pfft" sound, an arrow easily pierced through Li Huowang's shoulder.

But at that moment, he didn't feel any pain, standing there struggling as he gazed at the two identical bald old men before him.

"Oh dear, Taoist, you've been shot! Are you alright?" The newly appeared old Monk approached, but Li Huowang sternly stopped him.

"Everyone back off! I don't trust either of you right now!" Li Huowang, raising his Longsword, shouted with his neck veins bulging.

If he didn't deal with the two inside immediately, he was afraid that when he went to face the enemy, he would definitely be ambushed.

The older Monk closer to him now looked helpless and said to Li Huowang: "Peng Zhi, what two Monks? That Monk is your delusion, if you don't believe me, ask your other people. They can't see him either."