Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 182: Old Immortal (Request for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Old Immortal (Request for Monthly Tickets)

The year came to an end, and heavy snow flew.

The north wind was sharp as a knife, whisking up thousands of fluttering flakes.

Qingshan City, Little Mountain City, and Anshan City, all under the jurisdiction of Yao Mountain County, were not particularly famous, but they had a simple local custom and their people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Within the entire city, only the Black Tiger Gang had entrenched itself there. The Gang Leader, the Black Tiger Monk, was also considered skilled in Jianghu. Although his name had never appeared on any acclaimed list, his Black Tiger Claw technique was enough to frighten the nearby green forest heroes out of their wits. The three hundred Black Tiger Disciples were each elite warriors. Although they extorted merchants for protection money, they could be considered guardians of peace.

One day in Qingshan City.

Black Tiger Disciple, Zhang Xuan, was sitting at a stall drinking alcohol.

He was tall and burly, with a face dark as charcoal and a full beard that obscured his youthful age, making him appear every bit the fierce Great Han in his forties.

In reality, he was only eighteen, in the full flush of youth, and hid a little secret: he was secretly in love with the daughter of the Gang Leader, Zhao Ya, known in Jianghu as Mother Tiger.

Previously, seeing Zhao Ya speak a few more words with the young and handsome eldest senior brother and hearing her audacious declaration that she would not marry anyone who was not on the list of extraordinary gentleman, he felt suffocated and could only come to drink off his frustration.

Now, with dog meat accompanying his drinks, he gulped down a bowl of liquor and suddenly felt a great relief in body and soul, momentarily forgetting all of his frustrations.

He shouted, "This wine is really good, bring another jin of dog meat, some mashed garlic, and add three more jin of yellow wine to take back for a feast."

"Right away!"

The waiter proudly agreed and served the wrapped wine and meat.

Due to the heavy snow, the streets were empty and desolate, with few pedestrians around.

As Zhang Xuan stepped out of the shop, he suddenly heard noises of gongs and drums coming from a distance, mixed with a wonderful kind of music he had never heard before, seemingly accompanied by the sounds of Chinese lutes, bells, drums, pipas, and long flutes. Of course, such musical comprehension was beyond him as a rough man.

But a thought crossed his mind—Damn it, this sounded way better than the girls playing the zither in Yihong House!

Almost every household was drawn by the music, poking their heads out to look down the street.

At the end of the street, a procession had appeared at some point, a group with a palanquin on their shoulders.

They were dressed extravagantly and looked fervent, all wearing black leather boots perfectly treading through the snowy ground without slipping, the palanquin they were carrying as steady as Taishan.

In the distance, the sounds of a conch being played could be heard, vaguely praising the Jile Immortal or something like that.

Zhang Xuan listened without feeling much, but another passerby from Jianghu who was walking by went pale with fear, nearly collapsing on the ground.

"This... this is the legendary Jile Immortal’s chariot? How could that old devil come here?"

Seeing the color drain from the face of this person, Zhang Xuan suddenly remembered something he had seen described in the rankings of Heaven, Earth, and People during a drinking session just last month.

’Jile Immortal, originally a disciple of the Evil King Sect, later created his own Jile Chang Chun Skill and established the Jile Sect monastery, self-proclaimed as the Jile Old Immortal. He was a famous high-hand in the path of evil, ranked sixty-ninth on the Earth list!’

Of course, all that was nothing; more crucially, this person was incredibly lecherous, claiming to love fine wine, carriages, gourmet food, traveling, and beautiful women, liking to be surrounded by followers, swaggering everywhere he went. Wherever he passed, he would extort local gangs to present beautiful women for his pleasure, and if any slighted him, he would massacre them completely. As a result, his reputation was terrible, he’d been chased by the Divine Capture Sect several times, but always managed to escape, his fame far outstripping that of the black widow.

At this thought, Zhang Xuan broke out in a cold sweat, "Not good... I must notify the Gang Leader immediately!"

This single thought kept revolving in his mind. Dropping the wine and meat, he ran wildly.

He sprinted all the way back to the Black Tiger Gang. As he barged through the door, he yelled, "Gang Leader, something terrible has happened, the Jile Old Immortal has passed through..."

As he entered, he felt that something was wrong, his nose picking up a strong, pungent scent of blood. Zhang Xuan was shocked inside. He took a few more steps only to suddenly feel something sticky underfoot.

With a wooden expression, he lowered his head and saw before him a pool of fresh blood.

The pool of blood seemed endless, seeping through from not far away.

His legs trembled, yet he still endured, turning a corner, and immediately saw the square of the Black Tiger Gang, densely piled with corpses.

"This..."

Zhang Xuan couldn’t understand how, merely after stepping out briefly, such earth-shattering changes could take place?

The shock was too violent, almost making him believe he was experiencing some hallucination.

Or was it just a nightmare?

"Oh? Are you a disciple of the Black Tiger Gang too?"

A young man with a wicked countenance slowly emerged from the hall; from his attire, he was clearly a Jile Sect disciple.

"You... wiped out our Black Tiger Gang?" Zhang Xuan’s voice was parched.

The Jile Sect disciple sneered, "Our Old Immortal took a fancy to your Gang Leader’s daughter; it was an honor for you, yet you dared to resist, so don’t blame the Old Immortal for his merciless actions..."

"What Jile Immortal? He’s nothing but an old demon!"

Zhang Xuan roared furiously, his hands forming claws, resembling a Black Tiger descending from the mountain, he lunged forward fierce and fast.

The Jile Sect disciple laughed heartily, holding a folding fan, his figure swaying gracefully and indescribably.

As the two figures crisscrossed, the folded fan in his hand lightly tapped several times, and Zhang Xuan let out a pained cry, falling to the ground with several bloody holes in his chest, from which blood flowed out.

This disciple of the Jile Sect laughed and walked away, blending into the stream of people on the street.

From afar, only the sounds of carriages moving and bells and drums ringing continuously emitted, eerie and bewitching.

"Jile Immortal, savior of the distressed, omnipotent..."

Praises and songs of worship from various Jile Sect followers constantly accumulated, growing in momentum, carrying a sinister penetration as they slowly seeped into the alleys and streets.

Crack!

Suddenly, a body was thrown from behind the pall curtains of a sedan.

Her body was already as dry as kindling, skin and bones, obviously drained of all essence by some evil Cultivation Technique.

But from the clothing, she appeared to be a woman, likely one of the Black Tiger Gang, probably the Tigress Zhao Ya.

But that wasn’t all.

Perhaps bothered by the affair of the Black Tiger Gang, another cold snort came from behind the curtains.

This snort, as if having its own life, leveraging the singing praises, infiltrated the alleys and streets.

Before long, doors opened one after another, and several young women with wooden expressions walked out, like controlled zombies, automatically moving towards the crowd.

Occasionally, some Martial Artists would roar and fight in desperation, but like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, they were casually killed by Jile Sect disciples.

More and more people gathered, some beautiful women joined the crowd directly, others boarded sedans...

It was as if they were all moths to a flame, or prey led into a Hunter’s trap by a sweet lure.

At this moment, the entire Qingshan City was engulfed in a vast terror...

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