The Unruly Immortals

After leaving Ox Heart Mountain, the silent Li Huowang followed the muddy path, continuing on his journey.

The paper clothes on his body and his skin gradually turned soft and rotten under the wash of the rain, eventually falling to the ground.

In the cold rain, Li Huowang's charred skin interspersed with newly grown flesh buds was gradually exposed.

Drop by drop, the rain fell on the tender flesh buds, and at this moment, Li Huowang knew what it meant to be cut a thousand times. However, he didn't try to avoid anything deliberately, silently enduring in the rain.

Gradually the rain lessened, and dawn began to break. Li Huowang stopped in a ruined temple. He hadn't slept for days and nights; he was truly exhausted.

He first looked up at the plaque that was only half intact, then at the moss-covered couplets on both sides. Although the characters had faded quite a bit, if one looked carefully, they could still be made out.

The first line of the couplet: Man shapes his own destiny; do not say everything is fixed by fate.

The second line of the couplet: Reality is born from the heart; retreat one step and all will naturally widen.

Without a word, Li Huowang walked inside. The temple was not large, with only a clay statue that was missing half of its form; everything else had been taken away.

Furthermore, the roof leaked, and there was almost as much accumulated water inside as outside. Drenched, he stood in the only corner without leaks, staring blankly at the rain falling through the holes in the roof.

"You've gone silly, haven't you? Left without a soul in the world, right? I've always told you to listen to me, but you didn't heed an old man's advice and now you're facing the consequences right before your eyes," Hong Zhong circled around Li Huowang endlessly, his face full of schadenfreude.

The Monk walked over, his drooping eyebrows attempting to offer comfort. "Taoist, don't be too sad. It's not your fault; you didn't intend to kill them. In the future, do more good deeds, recite more of the Buddha's name, the Buddha won't blame you."

Li Huowang completely ignored the two hallucinations beside him. His mind was filled with the image from the hallucination of himself having become completely destitute, as well as the icy gaze Lingmiao had given him yesterday.

His own family did not want him, and he had also caused Lingmiao to lose her family. He was a disaster, a misfortune that brought bad luck to whoever he touched.

"Clang," the Purple Tassel Sword emanating bursts of Evil Qi was drawn out, and Li Huowang carefully examined his own reflection on the blade of the Cold Light Sword.

As he reflected, a question arose in his mind, "What is the purpose of living? Since I live in such pain, what's the point of me being alive now?"

Instantly, the surroundings quieted down, and Jin Shanzhao, Peng Longteng, the Monk, and Hong Zhong split into four directions, surrounding Li Huowang.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, Huowang, calm down," a panicking Hong Zhong urgently came over to persuade him.

"Yeah, Taoist, what's this about? If you think life has no meaning, you can become a monk, why the need to seek death?"

The silently standing Peng Longteng moved, her armored form making a disdainful and contemptuous gesture with her body.

Jin Shanzhao, who had been silent, closed his mouth, his eyes filled with worry watching Li Huowang's profile.

Li Huowang paid no attention to them, just gazing at the sword before him, pondering seriously. Never before had he scrutinized his life so seriously.

"Oh come on, it's just a woman. Why lament the lack of a wife, as if a great man can't find another. Even though you've lost them, you still have us!" Hong Zhong approached with a jesting smile, pointing to his own chest as he spoke.

Hearing this, Li Huowang's rigid expression instantly twisted into an extreme grimace, and with a "swoosh," the sharp Longsword sliced through Hong Zhong's body and split the clay statue behind him into two.

Cold Light danced in the rainwater, as the almost-mad Li Huowang hacked again and again at the faceless Hong Zhong, the headless Peng Longteng, the legless Jin Shanzhao, and the harmless Monk with his sword.

But no matter how sharp the Purple Tassel Sword was or how hard Li Huowang swung, he still couldn't injure them in the slightest.

"You!! It's because of you!! What on earth are you! Why do you always follow me?!" Li Huowang's angry voice burst forth in the dilapidated temple.

"Why am I the only one with Xinsu! Why am I the one who got sick!! Why is it me! What did I do wrong!! Why isn't it someone else!! I just wanted to live a peaceful life! Why is that so hard!!"

After slashing over and over again, Li Huowang staggered to the ground, his sword flying several meters away.

Lying on the ground, he didn't move anymore, he was tired, really tired.

But even though he was very sleepy, he just couldn't fall asleep, his mind continuously throbbing with pressure.

Hong Zhong came over, squatting down to comfort him, "It's okay, as long as you listen to me from now on, I'll trick as many women for you as you want."

To this, Li Huowang no longer had any extreme reaction, just lying there silently, not even blinking his eyes.

Suddenly, everything around him began to warp, rapidly changing, and when Li Huowang came back to his senses, he found himself lying under a cold, damp bridge.

Looking at all this, Li Huowang opened his mouth to let out a silent bitter smile, gradually laughing out loud. "Heh heh....."

As he laughed, he suddenly felt thirsty, desperately thirsty. Li Huowang stood up and walked toward the water's edge.

Due to the rain, the water level had risen considerably, and Li Huowang simply lay down, plunging his head into it and gulping down mouthfuls.

After quenching his thirst, Li Huowang felt hungry again. He stood up, wiped his face with his hand, and walked toward the outside of the bridge.

After the rain, the air was crisp, and the pedestrian crossing next to the road was not short of people.

When the ragged, filthy Li Huowang emerged, his body seemed to have a barrier around it, with no one daring to come within five meters of him.

"It's that madman again... What are the city management doing, not taking care of him?"

"Shh, shh, don't let him hear you, that crazy guy has sharp ears."

"It's also a poor soul, sigh."

Li Huowang paid no attention to these people's reactions and searched for something in the streets.

Eventually, he stopped beside a garbage can, opened up the green garbage bin with his hand, and began intently searching for his own food.

These days, people tend to waste a lot of food, and Li Huowang quickly found two unfinished cups of milk tea and a vegetarian bun with one bite taken out of it.

"Click!" A flash of light passed by, and a man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth put down his phone, his thumb rapidly typing a message in his social circle. "Look at this, a new version of Brother Sharp."

As Li Huowang found a few cold skewers of barbecue and ate them on his way back toward the bridge, a few teenagers ran by, standing at a distance, laughing and pointing, when suddenly a small stone was thrown, hitting Li Huowang's body. "Hahaha! Madman! Come on, want a smoke?"

Li Huowang suddenly split his mouth into a smile, "Hahaha!! That's right! I'm mad! I'm a madman!! Hahaha!!"