The Unruly Immortals

The blood plasma that hissed out sprayed all over Li Huowang, drenching his body and face, leaving him looking like a bloody figure, staring dumbfounded at the tattered corpse in front of him.

The Taoist who attempted to kill for loot, Han Fu—an aftereffect of the Luo Sect, who attempted to ambush him—was just like that, dealt with.

For a moment, Li Huowang was somewhat in disbelief; compared to the enemies he had encountered before, this one was undoubtedly less of a challenge, almost like child's play, leading him to even doubt whether this was the enemy's real body?

Li Huowang lifted his foot and kicked Han Fu's bloodied and indistinct head, repeating with a disgusted expression, "Don't even know your own strength, yet you want to rob others?"

He suddenly realized that in this world, it wasn't just the powerful people who coveted Xinsu; some foolish people also coveted it, even though they had no matching abilities.

At this moment, having already climbed to the exit, Gouwa lowered his head to look down at Li Huowang, cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone, and shouted, "Brother Li, are you really okay?"

Seeing Li Huowang, with his bloody head, slowly raise his gaze towards him, he shuddered all over and couldn't help but swallow hard. "Should... should we... go down?"

"I'm fine! I'll be right up!" Li Huowang declared under the moonlight, then grabbed the swinging chains to prepare himself to climb up.

He quickly stopped again, crouched down to search all over Han Fu's body, and eventually found some yellow Talismans stacked on top of each other.

"What use are these? I've never learned about Talismans."

Li Huowang searched again, and extracted several small balls wrapped in Talismans.

"Hmm?" Li Huowang gently unwrapped one, and a familiar object appeared before him. "Is this a Yangshou Pill?!"

Having seen these before, Li Huowang of course understood their value.

As the Yangshou Pill was about to disintegrate and vanish, Li Huowang hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth, and instantly felt his body lighten.

He quickly searched a few more times and pulled out nineteen Yangshou Pills. Li Huowang's heart immediately rejoiced, swiftly pocketing these spoils of war into his chest.

Continuing his search and touching everything once more, he found that the rest were just some Cinnabar and similar items used for Drawing Talismans, which were of no use to him.

Finally, he decided to leave, inserting the Copper Coin Sword into the sheath on his back.

With several fingers missing and blood all over his hands, gripping the slimy chains was very difficult, and Li Huowang climbed up very slowly.

His mind was still replaying the death of Han Fu.

"I had planned to learn more about this world from him, but now that he's dead, that's no longer possible."

"Brother Li! Climb faster! Hurry up and climb!!"

Li Huowang looked up to see a series of anxious and worried faces.

"Huh?"

Li Huowang suddenly looked down and saw Han Fu, whom he had nearly split in half with his sword, standing up!

A mournful girl's voice came from his body, "You killed him! How am I supposed to live now!! Wah wah wah~!!"

The sound was extremely shrill, piercing Li Huowang's ears painfully, and the echo traveled very far.

"Not dead yet!" Li Huowang once again raised his sword and chopped down again on the few fingers left of his left hand, the last digits were cut off.

As the fingers fell and swelled, sharp Bone Spurs pierced through flesh, drilling spirally downwards, pinning Han Fu's corpse firmly to the ground.

Without caring whether Han Fu, who was either dead or alive, Li Huowang continued to struggle upwards.

But at that moment, the entire entrance to the cave began to tremble. The depths of the entrance, which should have been pitch-dark, were illuminated by a white light.

Li Huowang looked down and saw a white, surging snake, larger than the cave entrance itself! This was the one lured over by Han Fu's voice just now!

The snake's body wasn't covered with white scales but was made up of white tassels, the same as those from the lion dance costume beforehand!

Seeing all this, Li Huowang suddenly realized what was going on—the previous lion dance, that dead man's face, and the chaotic, gory flesh inside—it was all fake! They were puppets! Their true forms were the white tassels on their bodies!

When Li Huowang saw the giant snake, it too saw him.

The entire snake instantly disintegrated, rising from below like a surging sea at a tremendously fast speed.

"Brother Li!!" At that moment, everyone who had escaped danger began to move; they grabbed the chain and desperately pulled upwards with all their might.

Li Huowang was climbing; those above were pulling. Their efforts just matched the speed of the rising white tassels.

Ten zhang! Five zhang! Three zhang!!

Just as Li Huowang was about to climb out of the cave entrance, the white tassels suddenly coalesced into a hand and violently reached up, grabbing Li Huowang tightly.

Amid everyone's desperate screams, Li Huowang, still chained, was dragged back down.

The chain that everyone had been holding onto so tightly was released feebly from their hands, clattering as it slipped quickly through their fingers and fell back into the cave entrance.

Bai Lingmiao slumped to the ground in a daze, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks.

For a moment, everyone stood still, at a loss. Without Li Huowang, what were they to do?

Suddenly, Bai Lingmiao moved. She scrambled to her feet and grabbed Second God's hand, both of them rushing toward the cave entrance.

Just as Gouwa reached out to grab Bai Lingmiao's calf, the tall and burly Gao Zhijian rushed over and hugged the two tightly.

Chun Xiaoman, her eyes bloodshot, approached the struggling Bai Lingmiao and slapped her across the face. "Will you come to your senses? Have you gone mad?"

The words seemed to drain Bai Lingmiao of her spirit, leaving her slumped there like a puppet.

When the oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, a soft clinking sound caught Gouwa's attention.

"Wait! Look! The chain is moving—Brother Li isn't dead!! Hahaha!! I knew it! With all of Brother Li's divine skills, how could he possibly die!"

His words drew the attention of the others; they looked toward the chain subconsciously, and indeed, it was slightly trembling.

Gouwa was about to pull when Chun Xiaoman stomped on his hand. "Be careful! It might not be Brother Li!"

"Quick.....pull me up....." When Li Huowang's voice came from below, everyone, as if mad, grabbed onto the cold chain and kept pulling upwards.

Finally, with everyone's combined effort, a trembling hand emerged from the cave entrance and thudded heavily on the verdant grass outside.

It was a deformed hand, fingers bent outward, with skin fused together. Compared to a human hand, it more closely resembled a claw assembled from flesh and blood.

This claw still had some of the white tassels hanging from it, now completely fused to the surface.

As the deformed hand, lacking nail beds, firmly clamped onto the grass, it shakily exerted force to slowly drag the rest of the body out.

Li Huowang's figure reappeared in the shocked and horrified reflections of everyone's eyes.

It was Li Huowang, all right, if it could still be called Li Huowang.