The Path of Immortal Martial Arts

At dawn, Shen Qingzhou pushed open his door. A faint, strange smell hung in the air, seemingly mixed with incense ash. Looking into the distance, he saw several villagers already tilling the fields.

"Young man, would you like to go hunting with me?" The old man from yesterday appeared beside the house with a beaming smile.

Shen Qingzhou froze, unable to gauge the man's intentions. But after hesitating for a moment, he still chose to agree.

While his mana remained, he naturally needed to learn more about this place. Moreover, he dearly wanted to know how these villagers dealt with the monsters in the fog.

Seeing Shen Qingzhou agree, the old man nodded and introduced himself, "My surname is Li, and I'm fourth among my brothers. You can call me Fourth Lord Li."

Shen Qingzhou hurriedly greeted him with utmost respect. Though he did not know the old man's origins, he seemed different from the other villagers and gave Shen Qingzhou a faint sense of threat.

The two walked onward and soon reached the edge of the village. One more step would take them across the invisible boundary between the mist and the village.

Seeing Fourth Lord Li step across without the slightest hesitation, Shen Qingzhou followed him over as well.

The mist remained as troublesome as before, constantly wearing away at his mana. Shen Qingzhou silently cried out in misery.

Fourth Lord Li, however, stopped and removed a leather pouch from his waist, handing it to him. Shen Qingzhou accepted it and saw that it contained several pieces of air-dried lean meat.

"Eat it."

"This is—"

Out of options, Shen Qingzhou treated a dead horse as if it were alive and simply put a piece into his mouth to chew.

The moment it entered his mouth, a warm current