Could It Be the Imperial Clan?

"Li Gouza, pay with your life!"

Chen Laowu gripped his sharp axe and slashed fiercely toward Li Sanshun.

Who would have thought that just as he reached Li Sanshun and brought the axe down, that disheveled figure actually transformed into a wisp of black smoke under the moonlight, split in two by the blow.

Seeing this, Chen Laowu's eyes constricted. A chill ran down his spine, and he couldn't help but gasp in horror.

How did he suddenly disappear?

Could it be... was he truly some kind of vengeful ghost?

While he was still thinking, a flying stone struck him square in the forehead.

"Ah—!"

He let out a howl and collapsed to the ground instantly.

The other two, seeing Chen Laowu fall for no apparent reason, assumed he had been killed by the ghost. Too panicked to care about anything else, they turned and ran.

"Where... are you going?"

To their shock, the moment they turned around, they saw Li Sanshun appearing behind them with a sinister, ghostly aura.

"Ghost!"

Wang Laoliu was so terrified he lost control of his bladder on the spot, his eyes rolling back as he fainted dead away.

As for Zhang Laosan, he hurriedly knelt down, kowtowing incessantly to beg for mercy.

"Brother Li, I was wrong! I shouldn't have been blinded by greed. I'm not a man, I'm a beast! If you have any awareness in the afterlife, please spare me!"

Spare you?

Li Sanshun gave a cold laugh.

You three bastards nearly killed me, and even forced me to crawl through the sewers for half the day.

If I don't teach you a proper lesson, how can I ever find peace?

"He who kills shall be killed! When you were killing me earlier, did you ever think of today? Pay with your life!"

"Brother Li... no! Spare me, spare my life!"

As Zhang Laosan spoke, he scrambled to his feet and bolted.

But as a mere mortal of flesh and blood, how could he escape the pursuit of a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage?

Li Sanshun held a stone in his hand, silently reciting the Primordial Origin Art, and channeled his immortal energy to imbue the stone with a gust of wind-force.

"Hit!"

He threw the stone.

The projectile flew as fast as a bullet, striking Zhang Laosan squarely in the knee.

"Ouch!"

With a thud, Zhang Laosan cried out in pain and crashed to the ground.

Before he could recover, Li Sanshun was already standing before him.

Clutching his crippled leg, Zhang Laosan wailed and begged for mercy.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have an eighty-year-old mother above and a three-year-old child below, Brother Li, please spare me!"

An eighty-year-old mother?

A three-year-old child?

When did your old mother give birth to you?

And when did you sire a child?

"Get lost!"

Li Sanshun raised a foot and kicked Zhang Laosan, instantly shattering his bones and leaving him paralyzed on the ground.

With this, the three villains who had nearly caused his death were all captured.

Li Sanshun did not kill them immediately; instead, he stripped them of all their valuables.

Then, giving them a taste of their own medicine, he crushed the bones in all four of their limbs and threw them deep into the sewer, letting them experience the feeling of struggling for survival in the filth!

After finishing this, he left Back Mountain Village and returned to the village proper to ransack the homes of the three men.

These three relied on their youth and strength to idle away their days, yet they had managed to hide quite a few treasures.

He arrived at Zhang Laosan's home.

Where were his eighty-year-old mother and three-year-old child?

Instead, there was a beautiful village woman in her twenties, currently lying on the bed, fast asleep.

Looking at the woman's still-alluring figure, Li Sanshun couldn't help but swallow hard, stepping forward to secretly indulge in a bit of groping.

The sensation, tsk tsk...

I have to say, this bastard Zhang Laosan might be a scoundrel, but he certainly has good fortune with women!

The woman on the bed felt the touch and flushed, murmuring coquettishly.

"Mm, Laosan, you're annoying! Why are you teasing me the moment you get back?"

Heh, this little beauty thinks I'm that bastard Zhang Laosan?

He is a "San," indeed.

But I am Li Sanshun!

I'm no Zhang Laosan!

Thinking of this, he applied more pressure, making the woman tremble like a flower in the wind.

"Oh! Be gentle~"

The woman pouted, her own hands beginning to wander restlessly over Li Sanshun's body.

"Laosan..."

Back and forth they went, and as the passion deepened, the woman simply took off her top, turning over in an impatient hurry.

But the moment she saw Li Sanshun, she froze.

"Ah!! You, you aren't Laosan, who are you!!"

Although the dark night made it hard to see his face clearly, the woman immediately recognized that the sturdy man before her was not her usual pot-bellied deadbeat.

"Hehe!"

Seeing that his cover was blown, Li Sanshun didn't continue, but gave a light laugh, channeled the Primordial Origin Art, and burst through the window with a whoosh.

He left the woman behind in a state of utter bewilderment.

It took her a long while to recover, and she hurriedly shouted.

"Help! Someone come quick! There's a robbery!"

By the time the neighbors rushed over, Li Sanshun had already taken a bag of jade fragments and jewelry and headed toward the dilapidated mountain temple.

The lights in the temple were still on.

Upon entering, he saw the old man lying on his side, fast asleep.

He had intended to greet the old man, but as he drew near, he hesitated.

Today, he had retaliated against Zhang Laosan, Chen Laowu, and Wang Laoliu, leaving them to rot in the sewer.

If others found out about this, it would surely bring trouble upon the old man.

It would be better to leave some treasure for him and depart, setting out on the path of seeking immortality and the Dao.

Once he disappeared, those three would be too guilty to come and harass the old man.

Having made up his mind, Li Sanshun decided not to wake the old man, placing half of the jade fragments into a burlap sack and leaving it for him.

He set the bag down and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the Old Rascal, who had been lying on his side, spoke calmly.

"Shun'er, you're back."

Li Sanshun was startled. The old man was awake?

He turned back to see the Old Rascal sitting up, looking at him with a smile.

As their eyes met, Li Sanshun finally realized.

The old man who had raised him all these years was actually a cultivator possessing immortal energy!

And the strength of his immortal power was so great that even a single glance was enough to inspire awe!

"Since you have returned, it means you have broken through the great trial of life and death. I have fulfilled the task entrusted to me by others."

"Inside the stone lion at the north of the village, there is luggage I prepared for you. Smash the stone lion, take those things, and go to the Immortal Sect to seek a master."

"When the day comes that you forge your immortal soul, we shall meet again."

"Farewell, my son."

As the Old Rascal spoke, before Li Sanshun could process it all, his body turned into specks of light and vanished from the room.

Li Sanshun's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and confusion!

The Old Rascal was actually a master of the Dao?

Then who was he?

Who was his biological mother?

Was the bag of jade he found today also something the Old Rascal had intentionally thrown into the trash heap?

These few short sentences contained an explosive amount of information!

However, he quickly regained his composure.

He had already experienced the miracle of rebirth through transmigration; what else was impossible?

First, he would follow the Old Rascal's instructions and check the north of the village!

Filled with questions, Li Sanshun headed to the north of the village and found the stone lion that held his luggage.

The stone lion was about two meters tall and could not be broken by ordinary means.

But Li Sanshun had already mastered the Primordial Origin Art; using the earth-manipulation ability of the Primordial Heaven and Earth, he pressed his palm against the stone lion.

With a crisp crack.

The stone lion shattered instantly.

Immediately after, a bag of luggage fell to the ground.

Opening the luggage, he found a complete manual for the Primordial Origin Art, a Marrow-Cleansing Pill, and a golden dagger.

Engraved on the golden dagger were four characters: "Obeying Heaven and Following Fate."

They were the emblem of the Shunchang Imperial Clan.

Could it be...

Could he be a descendant of the Imperial Clan??

For real???