Leaving

"Walk!"

The villagers' houses were not sturdy.

Zhang Xuezhou failed to abduct anyone by leaping across the wall; instead, he used the simplest method: digging through the wall.

With a touch of the green rock staff, the mud and stone walls used by the villagers to build the walls quickly turned into rubble.

With just a gentle push, a large hole appeared in the wall.

Zhang Xuezhou let out a low cry, and Rong Tianding had already climbed out of the large hole.

Behind the house was a wall covered with thorns, but this posed no problem for Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding, who possessed the ability to fly.

Once Yishuo used the momentum to leap over, the three of them had already jumped into the hill behind the village.

"Who?"

A faint sound came from behind, and Zhou Ba, who was on night patrol, exclaimed. His gaze swept across the howling wind in the mountains and forests, and he sensed a faint sense of foreboding.

But the night did bring various inconveniences. He had thought about the strange figure who had kidnapped Rong Tianding before, and he did not dare to venture into the dark shadows.

After taking a few steps back and forth, he opened the door to the thatched hut where Rong Tianding slept. A gust of cold wind blew in, and Zhou Ba felt a chill in his stomach, which caused him to experience unbearable abdominal pain.

"Brother Xia Kuan? Are you inside?"

"The ginseng we found today seems a bit off; I don't think I can digest it!"

"Xu Yan, are you in there too?"

"I couldn't wait any longer, so I squatted down to the side. This is extremely uncivilized, Brother Zhou Ba, please don't look inside!"

"Is there any empty space left inside? My stomach is growling!"

Not every household has a kitchen and a toilet. In small villages like this, there is only one kitchen and one toilet. The villagers gather together to eat, and the toilet is mostly used by women, while the men relieve themselves elsewhere.

Zhou Ba and his companions were scholars and did not usually do things like urinating or defecating indiscriminately.

This was an extremely embarrassing situation for everyone.

"Brothers, I'm in a really urgent need to pee! Open the door!"

As soon as the three of them squatted down, someone knocked on the door of the outhouse again.

"Danglu, there's really no room here anymore. You can take care of this outside. Be careful of night owls and mountain demons. I think I saw traces of these nocturnal beasts when I was patrolling just now. The cook was even kidnapped once," Zhou Ba replied from inside the outhouse.

Ah~

"What's wrong? The night owl is here?"

"No, I couldn't help it!"

Urinating is hard to hold, defecating is hard to hold, and defecating is difficult to get into the outhouse, so it's inevitable to lose control of one's body for a while.

This was destined to be a very depressing scene.

If it were daytime, Danglu felt he would be too ashamed to face anyone.

Ignoring the owls and mandrills, he quickly tore off his clothes and squatted down outside the outhouse.

Caught off guard, the great scholars were knocked out by a bottle of Water of Eternity, while Zhang Xuezhou led Rong Tianding and Yi Shuo through the mountains and forests.

As long as the numerous Confucian scholars smuggled the Water of Eternity into their food and drink, it would be difficult to pursue them.

Zhang Xuezhou's leaping rescue attempt failed, but his low-level poison technique clearly worked.

"It's dark, cold, and difficult to walk in; this kind of place is not suitable for normal passage," Yi Shuo said in a muffled voice.

"Then find an easy way out," Zhang Xuezhou said irritably. "Don't even think about digging a passage through the secret realm next time; you can't get through that place!"

"You knew all along!"

Yi Shuo touched her head, which had bumped into the tree, and couldn't help but feel sullen.

She didn't understand what was going on; she just saw Rong Tianding run away, and Yi Shuo followed suit.

Yi Shuo never expected that Zhang Xuezhou would actually find them and lead them to escape over the mountains.

"Won't those people come after us?" Yi Shuo asked anxiously. "They speak very gently, but they really hit people. I was almost beaten to death by them!"

"If they catch up, I'll just run for my life," Zhang Xuezhou said. "It's no big deal. They're not going to kill you anytime soon!"

"A short while? You mean they'll kill us after they've finished their business?" Yi Shuo asked in a low voice.

"That depends on how much you know," Zhang Xuezhou said. "If you know nothing, they'll probably let you go. But if they know even the slightest bit, they'll bury you both on the spot."

"There's an old man in that room. He's been starving himself for days, saying he's going to use some kind of sword-drawing technique to kill!"

"Life-Severing Technique?"

Yi Shuo did indeed know a little bit.

Although he didn't know much, Zhang Xuezhou was well aware that this would be a long-distance game.

Like fortune-telling, destiny-telling also possesses strange and mysterious powers.

This is an extremely difficult-to-control witchcraft Incantation Technique. Once it hits, it will produce bizarre effects, turning a young man's hair white, his youthful years passing in an instant, and potentially ending his entire life in a short time.

However, fate-based techniques will ignore the power of Technique Method. No matter how mysterious the Technique Method is, it will be useless. Even if one is strong and powerful in a direct confrontation, one cannot withstand the devastation of fate-based techniques.

The art of luck can bring prosperity and a smooth path, or it can bring bad luck and a fall from grace.

The art of fate, on the other hand, involves gambling with one's life or exchanging lives for one's own, making it difficult to find a winner in such a struggle.

The art of fate possesses unpredictable power, yet practitioners spend decades cultivating it for a single, decisive battle. Such practitioners are even rarer than those skilled in fortune-telling.

Zhang Xuezhou never expected that Shen Peigong also possessed the art of fate.

"This technique is so outrageous, doesn't that mean you can kill whoever you want?"

After hearing Zhang Xuezhou's casual remark, Yi Shuo felt that the power of fate-telling was so strange that no one could withstand it.

"The conditions for casting Incantation Technique are very strict," Zhang Xuezhou said. "If there are life-severing spells in the world, there must also be ways to compensate for the damage. If the person casting the curse is countered, they might even lose their own life!"

"I thought that by practicing this kind of life-severing technique, I could kill whoever I wanted," Yi Shuo retorted.

"She's not pretty, but she thinks pretty," Rong Tianding retorted.

"Who are you saying isn't beautiful?" Yi Shuo said indignantly.

I'm talking to you!

If it weren't for the freezing cold and darkness in the mountains, Zhang Xuezhou thought the two would definitely have gotten into a fight.

He glanced around and saw that they were quite far from the village, so he took a feather from the Golden Crow Great Emperor to light the way.

The flickering firelight illuminated the path through the mountains and forests, and also revealed an old face that appeared in the air. The two recognized each other almost simultaneously.

"It's an old man!"

Yi Shuo looked up and exclaimed in surprise, while Rong Tianding blinked rapidly.

"What old man? I can't see him!"

Looking at Shen Peigong, whose appearance had been revealed by his Yang Soul, Zhang Xuezhou almost suspected that the other party had cultivated the Yang Soul Transformation Technique.

If Shen Peigong possessed the Yang Soul Transformation Technique, he would probably have already used magic to capture them and take them back.

As long as it has not taken on a physical form, a normal yang spirit leaving the body can only observe the procession; even speaking is difficult for most powerful cultivators.

"Oh dear, how come the fire went out so quickly!"

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Xuezhou extinguished the burning feather in his hand, hoping Shen Peigong would understand his ignoring of the situation.

Zhang Xuezhou was pretending to be blind, and he knew that Shen Peigong knew he was faking it.

If both sides can simply turn a blind eye, it will be good for both.

"If you return to the village from the mountain, I can pretend nothing happened. But if you try to escape, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Shen Peigong's icy voice came from mid-air, clearly indicating that the other party could not ignore it.

This caused Zhang Xuezhou to sit back, and his Yang Soul condensed in just a few seconds, then roared and charged towards Shen Peigong.