The Unruly Immortals

Standing in the chaotic bedroom, Scholar Lv stared dumbfounded at everything before him. He never imagined that this blind man would just... kill Grandpa Kun and the rest, all of them.

"Wasn't this man supposed to be a virtuous and enlightened being who punishes the wicked and promotes the good? Why is he killing good people? How is this different from the stories the old man told?"

Just then, Chen, the blind man, suddenly turned his head toward Scholar Lv. Although he was blind, this action made Scholar Lv break out in a cold sweat in an instant.

"Aiya, why is there still one left in the room?" Chen, the blind man, said as he raised his mirror toward Scholar Lv.

With a whoosh, Scholar Lv was so frightened that he wet himself. He trembled as he raised the Copper Coin in his hand and shouted with all his might, "Don't... don't kill me! My master is Li Huowang!!"

Hearing this, Chen, the blind man, immediately stopped.

As if grasping a lifesaving straw, Scholar Lv quickly begged Chen, the blind man, saying, "Venerable one, you know my master, right? For the sake of my master's face, please spare my life. I really don't know those people outside!"

Chen, the blind man, walked over and one by one, took the Copper Coins from his hand. "Who is Li Huowang, some dog Huowang? I don't know him. Still, these five Copper Coins aren't bad; they have some spiritual energy. Consider them your life-saving money."

Chen, the blind man, weighed the old Copper Coin in his hand, then took his white banner and turned to leave.

Long after Chen, the blind man, had left, a breeze swept by, and Scholar Lv shivered to wakefulness.

Like waking from a dream, he looked out the window at the large pool of blood and flesh. Grandpa Kun, previously so formidable in his eyes, died a worthless death. He was nothing more than an ant before that blind man.

The blind man's actions had shattered Scholar Lv's previously proud and complacent mindset to pieces.

This was different from his master Li Huowang, who although cold and somewhat eccentric, never killed people at random. He was like the wise men described by the old bones, whereas that blind man could, if he so desired, take one's life at any moment!!

With this thought, a powerful fear enveloped Scholar Lv's heart, making his body uncontrollably tremble. Just moments ago, if he hadn't had those five Copper Coins to buy his life, he'd probably have met the same fate as Grandpa Kun and the others.

After the fear passed, intense resentment continuously surged from his heart. Why was he worthless in the eyes of others? He wanted to become like Chen, the blind man!

What he hadn't learned from Li Huowang, he had learned from this blind man. What good was eating well, drinking well, and womanizing? Becoming as formidable as that blind man, that was true skill!

The thought of every person's life being at his whim made Scholar Lv's body shake uncontrollably with excitement.

"I... I have to go back to my master! I must implore him to teach me Divine Skills!" Scholar Lv clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and vaulted over the wall, rushing outside.

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"Hey, young man, let me test you. Who established Da Qi? You probably don't know. Let me tell you, when the Black Calamity fell, it was the Great General of Qi Lu who brought his people across the ocean."

"Back then, this place was all wilderness, with all sorts of Taoist Countries and Buddha Countries mixed chaotically together. It was the Great General of Qi Lu who fought in the south and battled in the north. Finally, at the age of ninety-five, he established the royal city of Da Qi, and it was his grandson, Qi Heng, who ultimately unified the world. Even the Astrological Bureau was founded by him."

"Woof..." Mantou, lying on Black Taisui's back, tilted its head as it looked at the clean-faced Scholar before it. As a dog, it really didn't understand what the other party was saying.

The entire carriage, other than the space taken by the imposing Black Taisui, was filled with Zhuge Yuan's books and paintings, but he didn't mind. He sat among the piles of books, babbling on to Mantou.

Yawning, Mantou stood up, ready to leave, but immediately spotted the other party holding a strip of meat in their hand. She immediately sat back down, sticking out her tongue and lending an ear as the other continued speaking.

Li Huowang, who was driving the horse carriage, sighed helplessly upon hearing the movements inside. Clearly, Zhuge Yuan wasn't suffering from madness, wanting to teach history to a dog.

He was only proceeding with the history lesson because he saw that I was uninterested in his teachings, using the excuse of educating the dog to indirectly lecture me.

For some reason, he was always eager to teach me the historical records of Da Qi. If it wasn't about history, he was very keen on imparting his calligraphy skills, claiming that my stiff writing made him genuinely uncomfortable.

Zhuge Yuan loved to play the teacher, and his incessant talking somehow didn't seem to fit with his profound and unpredictable strength.

The wheels of the horse carriage rolled slowly. Gradually, a small food stall was set up beside the dirt road, with white smoke rising from it—it appeared to be selling food.

"Brother Li, why not stop? We've had dry food for so many days; it would be nice to change things up," Zhuge Yuan said, pulling open the carriage curtain with a look of surprise.

Li Huowang, grasping the reins, furrowed his brows as he stared at the diners eating noodles and the old women serving them. "It's not safe; these people could very well be from the Oblivion Path, perhaps setting traps and lying in ambush for us."

The Oblivion Path hated Zhuge Yuan to the bone now, and to deal with him, they would certainly seize every opportunity they could.

"To disguise themselves as a food stall and poison the food? That's too petty for the Oblivion Path; they wouldn't do such a thing."

"Moreover, Brother Li, aren't you seeking out the members of the Bei Feng Oblivion Path? If you are so cautious, how can we find them?"

Li Huowang realized, yes, it wasn't that the Oblivion Path was trying to deceive him, but rather, he was searching for them.

With a pull on the reins, the carriage came to a stop, and Li Huowang, Zhuge Yuan, and Mantou got down and headed towards the stall.

"Two young men here for noodles? Our fish soup noodles are delicious; we boil the whole fish—scales, bones, and meat—all in the broth," the kindly-faced old woman explained as she approached their table.

"Three bowls of noodles," Li Huowang declared, focusing intently on the face of the old woman.

Seemingly frightened by Li Huowang's actions, the old woman ran back flustered, whispering with the old man who was cooking the noodles.

"Easy, Brother Li. Just relax and eat; they're really not from the Oblivion Path," Zhuge Yuan reassured him, wiping a pair of chopsticks with a white cloth.

"Oh? Brother Zhuge, could it be that you have a way to differentiate the real from the fake Oblivion Path members?" Li Huowang asked with significant curiosity, observing how unfazed Zhuge Yuan was.

"Heh, there's sort of a way. Those from the Oblivion Path all practice illusions, and as Heart Pan, if I were as close to them as just now, I would have already seen the thread on them."

"Thread? What thread?" Li Huowang listened intently, this information was crucial for dealing with the Oblivion Path in the future.

"The thread that connects them to their Fate Commander."

Zhuge Yuan's words made Li Huowang pause; this was different from what he had known before. "They too have a Fate Commander?"

"Of course. Without a Fate Commander, where would their Divine Skills come from?"