The Unruly Immortals

"Boom boom boom~ Beneath the mountains of the Red and Yellow sects, four pythons, four serpents leave the Serpent Coiling Mountain, a gust of wind leaves the grave burial ground..." Accompanied by rhythmic drumbeats and the army's formation, sharp claws swiftly tear a person in half.

Twisted beast faces with red veils surround Bai Lingmiao, encircling him to prevent attacks from those crazed things.

There are too many of these creatures. Even with the invincible Bai Lu blocking them, some still occasionally slip through to Bai Lingmiao's side.

On the wide road, Bai Lingmiao and the Bai Lus follow Tuoba Danqing, evading the madmen who've lost their minds behind them.

The number of lunatics gathering behind them grows larger, surging towards Bai Lingmiao like a tide.

Although they are weak in strength, their sheer numbers make them overwhelming. More importantly, no matter how one attacks them here, they just won't die.

Those two who had just been torn in half by the Second God immediately dragged out their exposed organs, crawling quickly towards her like spiders.

"Take the side road! Hurry up! This way!" Tuoba Danqing, hair disheveled, excitedly leads the way in front.

As the tense chase continues for half a stick of incense, Tuoba Danqing crouches down at a turn and dives into a sewer opening in a ditch.

Using his sensing abilities, swiftly assuring there were no ambushes inside, Bai Lingmiao follows directly behind Tuoba Danqing, "Follow up!"

The tunnel inside is dark and narrow, but after a while, Bai Lingmiao suddenly feels it widen, surprisingly connecting to a cellar.

As thirty-six Bai Lus emerge from the tunnel, Bai Lingmiao wields the God-Driving Whip at the opening with force, causing the entire passage to collapse, crushing the things just emerging beneath it.

Dust rises, Bai Lingmiao and the others step back covering their noses, finally bringing quiet to the surroundings.

Before Bai Lingmiao could catch his breath, Tuoba Danqing, excitedly rushes up. "Did I see this right? You are Er Jiu's wife, right? You must be, we met a few years ago!!"

"Tuoba senior, it's been a while. I am Bai Lingmiao," Bai Lingmiao gently bows to him.

"Did you come in this time to rescue me? You're here to get me out, right?" Tuoba Danqing asks, almost pleading, his voice nearly breaking into tears.

"That's right, Er Jiu asked me to come and rescue you." Rescuing him was something done in passing; Bai Lingmiao saw no reason to refuse. Moreover, by helping him, she might get valuable information about the Xinsu of this place from him.

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Danqing collapses, emotionally drained, and soon starts sobbing into his hands.

Hearing Tuoba Danqing's emotional breakdown, Bai Lingmiao senses that although Tuoba Danqing has not gone mad, he won't last much longer if he continues to stay.

Bai Lingmiao pulls out a silk handkerchief and hands it over, then softly says, "Tuoba senior, you've endured hardship through these years, but aside from rescuing you, I have another duty this time."

Crying into the silk, with tears and snot covering his face, Tuoba Danqing looks up at Bai Lingmiao.

"Tuoba senior, you've been here for quite some time, do you know where there might be Xinsu or have you heard any rumors about Xinsu?"

"Hmm?" Tuoba Danqing looks slightly stunned, then gets up hastily, "Let's get out first! Let's talk after we get out, never mind the Xinsu! There's plenty of Xinsu outside! Once outside I'll help catch the Xinsu for you!"

"No, there is none outside, let me start from the beginning." Bai Lingmiao takes an hour, explaining in detail the outside events to Tuoba Danqing.

Learning everything, Tuoba Danqing sits there, momentarily overwhelmed by how much has happened in just a few years, finding it difficult to accept.

"In short, to fend off Tianchen Country's attack, we must find those Xinsu, Tuoba senior, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Tuoba Danqing, now much calmer, nods, "I understand, I understand. It's not that I don't want to help you, but after being in this dreadful place for so many years, I truly don't know if there are any Xinsu here."

Noticing Bai Lingmiao's slightly unpleasant expression, Tuoba Danqing quickly changes his tone and says, "Don't worry! I don't know, but there's someone in this ghostly place who's well-informed!"

"Who?"

"Come with me, I'll take you to find them." With that, Tuoba Danqing begins rummaging through boxes, preparing to leave the cellar.

To avoid being entangled again by those things, Bai Lingmiao follows Tuoba Danqing with extreme caution as they head towards outside the city.

Soon Bai Lingmiao sees the "them" that Tuoba Danqing mentioned—withered heads hanging on a willow tree.

The heads on the ground should have been dead, but in this place, there is no death, and the skull-like heads on the willow tree are not dead.

They aren't dead; Bai Lingmiao is not surprised. She is surprised that these heads haven't gone mad.

"Miss Bai, you can ask them; these heads are the most well-informed. If there's Xinsu here, they will surely know." Tuoba Danqing explains in a low voice.

As soon as he finishes speaking, the heads on the willow tree immediately take over the conversation, "Xinsu? Those dreaming lunatics? Hehehe... of course, I know."

"Where are they now?" Bai Lingmiao steps forward eagerly, asking.

Upon Bai Lingmiao's question, the heads on the willow tree burst into laughter, filled with mockery and pride. Bai Lingmiao can't tell whether it's the heads laughing or the enormous willow tree itself.

The Bai Lus immediately form a formation, solemnly observing their surroundings, fearing the laughter might attract other things.

Finally, the laughter dies down, "Why should I? Why should I help you?"

"How about this, give me half of the thirty-six heads behind you, then I'll tell you, I haven't had anything new in ages."

"No way!" Bai Lingmiao vehemently refuses.

"No? Fine, then you can find it yourself, goodbye." The heads on the tree slowly turn around, with the hair facing her back.

The Bai Lus gather around, respectfully saying to Bai Lingmiao, "Saintess, we are willing to sacrifice ourselves!"

"Silence! This is not a moment for you to speak!" The Second God pushes them back.

Gazing at these heads, Bai Lingmiao furrows her brow, and after a moment of deep thinking, she speaks again.

"My subordinates are people and can't be used as bargaining chips, but I can trade something else with you for the information."

"Hmph... in this godforsaken place, I need nothing but new heads to amuse me." The heads on the willow tree don't even turn back.

"No, you do need something—I offer death in exchange with you."

"Hmm?!" All the heads simultaneously face back. "You're trying to kill me? I, too, wish that, but unfortunately, this place makes it impossible to die."

"Indeed, there is no death here, but it doesn't mean the Heart Pan of Death's Fate Commander cannot reassign death to you."

Having said that, Bai Lingmiao gently stretches out her slender right hand, plucking a head from the willow branch with ease, as if picking a pomelo.