The Unruly Immortals

Li Huowang's hand, its veins bulging, pushed hard, sending Master Jingxin's corpse tumbling into the large pit he had dug himself.

Then he knelt on both knees, scooping up soil and refilling the pit, burying Master Jingxin's mutilated body once again.

A wooden plank decorated with pictures of pastries was planted in front of Master Jingxin.

His face deathly pale, he lined up the pastries he had brought up the mountain, arranging them like offerings before her grave.

Master Jingxin was dead, and with her, so was the "decay" of this world.

At the moment of death, all flesh ceases to rot, maintaining its state at the time of death, preserved indefinitely.

Master Jingxin's death must be related to this, as the divine skills the nuns had been using always seemed to be connected with "decay".

The disappearance of "decay" seemed to be the true cause of death for Master Jingxin and the others.

At any time, "decay" is always a revolting thing, something to be avoided if possible.

But any world without it is bound to face serious problems.

When corpses no longer decay, the cycle of the Heavenly Dao gets disrupted, and the bodies pile up in the world.

However, in this moment, Li Huowang could no longer concern himself with what was happening, for he was about to be done for.

Master Jingxin was dead, and there was no one else like her to help him drive out Master Danyang from his body.

At this time, he could find no one else to help, because there was no time left.

Now he had become completely illiterate; it was foreseeable that Master Danyang would soon fully possess him.

If he didn't want Master Danyang's schemes to succeed, there seemed to be only one way left for him to go.

"Master Jingxin, please wait for me at Naihe Bridge, I'll be down to join you in a moment!"

After kowtowing three times deeply to the mound in front of him, Li Huowang wandered towards the rat hole he'd visited before, soulless and dispirited.

Master Jingxin had said before that only by being gnawed to death by those rats could he thoroughly prevent Master Danyang from possessing him.

He didn't want Master Danyang to come back to life, even if it meant dying himself, he didn't want him to live!

Yet when Li Huowang, resolved to die, returned to the Black Pagoda, the sight of all the black stopped him in his tracks.

He picked up the blackness, and as he slightly spread his fingers, cockroaches and flies turned inside out fell from between them, floating down like black snowflakes.

Dead along with the nuns and "decay" were the flies and cockroaches, these lowest-level decomposers.

Li Huowang suddenly stood up, gasping for breath as he charged into the Black Pagoda.

But he quickly witnessed a shocking scene—inside, the black rats were also dead, just like the others, without rot and without stench.

"F***!" Li Huowang, overwhelmed with grief and fury, punched the dead rats with one fist, sending blood and guts flying out of their mouths everywhere.

"What the hell did I do in my past life?! Why the fuck can't I even die now!!"

"Hehehe... my boy..." A deep chuckle rose from beside Li Huowang.

Li Huowang looked up, only to see Master Danyang's three horrifying faces.

"What did I say? Anything you do is futile; you still have time to turn back and help me," said Master Danyang.

"You think you've won?" Li Huowang rose to his feet, his eyes brimming with intense hatred.

"As long as this body remains in my hands for one day! You haven't won!!"

Li Huowang suddenly stood up and charged toward the gate of An Ci Nunnery; he was practically a madman as he rushed down the mountain.

As soon as he descended the mountain, he bumped face-to-face into a kid named Yang, who was holding two roasted sweet potatoes in his mouth.

Yang hurriedly said with a flattering tone, "Brother Li, you're down? Are the matters on the mountain settled? How about we go back together?"

At that moment, Li Huowang completely ignored his brown-nosing and charged onto the road.

After looking around, he snatched a horse from a scholar and leaped onto it.

After swiftly turning the horse's head, a bloodshot-eyed Li Huowang pulled out a pointed awl with barbs and stabbed it into the horse's hindquarters.

The horse reared up, and after a pained neigh, it bolted toward the mountains where the Ao Jing Sect was located.

"My horse!! That's my horse!!" The scholar cried out as he ran after it, but Li Huowang quickly disappeared from his view.

Seeing this scene unfold before him, Yang panicked. He grabbed his oilcloth bundle and rushed to the inn. "Brothers and sisters! Brother Li is sick again!"

The mountain range where Ao Jing Sect was located was more than two hundred miles away from An Ci Nunnery's Henghua Mountain; normally, it would take quite some time by horse-drawn carriage.

However, under the relentless prodding of Li Huowang with the torture device, the horse made it there in just two days.

Once back in that dead town, the commandeered horse finally collapsed, foaming at the mouth and convulsing on the ground, its hindquarters a bloody mess.

Li Huowang passed through heaps of graves he'd dug himself and rushed toward the cave up the mountain.

By now, he hadn't slept for three days, and on top of not eating or drinking, his complexion looked extremely poor.

But at this point, Li Huowang, who had already dismissed life and death, no longer cared about such things. All he wanted was for Master Danyang to die!

No matter what he had to do, as long as it served his purpose, he spared no effort.

When the members of the Ao Jing Sect saw Li Huowang return, those wearing the sect's wide robes immediately blocked the entrance in silent agreement. "Shou San has ordered, you—"

Before they could finish, a flash of cold light, and two heads fell to the ground. Disbelief filled their eyes; they had never anticipated that the other would act so directly.

Li Huowang, drenched in blood, burst into the cave. "Oblivion Path! Come out!!"

Li Huowang's voice echoed continuously within the cave, attracting everyone's attention.

Soon, in a spacious cavern, Li Huowang was completely surrounded.

However, he didn't care; he had no intention of leaving alive anyway.

Shou San, cloaked in flames, emerged from the crowd. "You're so ignorant. Do you really think we won't take action?"

No sooner had the words fallen than Li Huowang saw the five Elders step out of the crowd.

Looking at the five people in front of him disguised as Oblivion Path, Li Huowang laughed.

"Come on then, show me the strength of your Oblivion Path!"

Having said this, Li Huowang raised his longsword to his throat and sliced forcefully.

Instantly, Master Danyang's expression became furious, and his terrifying figure was enveloped by dark clouds, lunging straight at Li Huowang.

Unconcerned about the blood that flowed out, taking his life with it, Li Huowang paid no mind.

With a rustling sound, the Great Thousand Record unfurled completely on the ground, and Li Huowang stood atop it.

The blood flowing from his neck ran down his clothes, soaking the entire scroll of the Great Thousand Record.