Chapter 35: Corpses? Feed Them to the Fish

I, I’ve said it before, haven’t I? You’ll recognize it sooner or later.

Looking at the four corpses still constantly dripping blood, with rotten flesh hanging from their necks.

The annoying voice in his heart, like a swarm of flies, rang out again. 

Just today, he had been overly active, and he didn’t know why.

If possible, Nanxi hoped this cheap person would never speak again.

“Can you shut up? Can you shut up? ……”

The young man frantically repeated this sentence in his mind. Since the other annoyed him, he would annoy the other back—he was doing something childish.

All at the command of the esteemed me.

“Shut up.”

Completely blocking the mouth in his heart, Nanxi extended his hand to the woman lying on the ground.

After a long while.

Huang Muzhi didn’t accept the young man’s helping hand; she climbed up by herself.

The woman’s yellow hair hadn’t been groomed much, so it was very long. 

At this moment, it wasn’t tied up, and her long hair covered her eyes, which also made it so that Nanxi couldn’t see her expression clearly.

So he preconceived that Huang Muzhi might feel fear toward him.

That’s right, I just killed people—the stimulation might be too much for her.

From ancient times to now, witnessing murder wasn’t something that could make ordinary civilians feel pleased.

But for Nanxi, this wasn’t a bad thing.

He had been worrying about those feelings not long ago; presumably, after this incident, the woman’s emotions toward him should drop to freezing point.

Seeing that Huang Muzhi was slow to act, Nanxi withdrew his right hand.

And just at the moment he withdrew his hand, the robust woman in front of the young man suddenly exerted force, stood up, and tightly hugged the small young man.

Then she sobbed silently.

Nanxi, buried in her huge bosom, didn’t want to say anything. 

She had done him a favor, so the young man could endure this much.

It’s just that this action evoked his memories of someone. 

Two months ago, his own master had cried like this too, but that time, the one being hugged wasn’t the young man.

“There, there, don’t cry. It’s time to go home and eat.”

Nanxi patted the woman’s back with difficulty, his mouth making sounds like coaxing an infant.

“Next…… we…… we…… what should we do?”

The whimpering sounds and words entered the young man’s ears together, somewhat annoying.

“What do you mean, what should we do?”

“That leader…… was…… the village chief’s…… daughter. Their corpses…… will be discovered one day…… They’ll report to the officials, and then what should we do?”

Unlike Nanxi’s completely unconcerned attitude, Huang Muzhi was quite panicked right now. 

You have to know that those adults knew what their daughters were doing.

The matter of killing people would definitely be known by others. 

At that time, not to mention the officials’ control, just the collective anger of the village, Huang Muzhi couldn’t bear it.

“Young master, escape from this village with me, or you’ll die too.”

The whimpering stopped because of calmness, and the only method the woman could think of was to flee.

“Why flee? Aren’t the corpses easy to handle?”

“Eh?”

“Just throw them into the sea, right?”

Unlike the woman, Nanxi had no tense or panicked expression. 

Mixing in the jianghu, basically everyone knew methods to dispose of corpses—whether burying on the spot or dismembering and feeding to fish were good choices.

Not to mention that right beside the two of them was the sea; just toss the corpses in and be done.

“But the people in the village will investigate, what to do then?”

“Just don’t admit it, they didn’t see it.”

“But even if we don’t admit it, the people in the village will beat us to death believing we’re the culprits!”

“So what? What can they do about it?”

“Young master, don’t you understand? They’ll take action themselves, and at worst, they’ll report to the officials. Then there’ll be no way out!”

“Oh.”

Faced with a series of threats, the young man didn’t care—or rather, he didn’t need to care.

People wouldn’t fear branches they could snap with their hands.

Even if all the people in the village and the officials came to capture him in front of Nanxi, the result wouldn’t be any different from today.

Who told the innate realm to be so unreasonable.

Nanxi had the dream of being a chivalrous hero, but that didn’t mean he would endure being bullied or insulted by anyone.

If people don’t offend me, I won’t offend them; if people offend me, death without a whole corpse.

This was Nanxi’s life creed up to now—repay kindness with kindness, repay enmity with enmity.

“Stop saying those useless things. Instead of worrying about this and that, better to throw these few rotten things away first.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Sigh.”

The woman was like a toad—only moved when kicked.

…………………………

The night gradually deepened; the moon and stars far above in the sky were twinkling. 

From ancient times to now, they had been observing everything.

Life and death, partings and reunions, royal power and wealth—in their eyes, it was no different from summer insects. 

All of this, in the face of the universe, was less than dust; even the moon and stars were the same.

Madam Xuanji would never have thought in her life that she would truly lose. 

Since possessing longevity, this was her first failure.

Failure, to her, was never a stepping stone to success—only humiliation, thorough humiliation.

But in the face of absolute power, this madam could only abandon her dignity, flee in panic, and suffer severe injuries.

Now, she could only return to that place—the place where she obtained all this.

Go to that which divided north and south, the dragon vein of the entire Central Plains world.

The dragon vein—it also had another name, Zhongnan Ridge.

To reach here, the severely injured Madam Xuanji had spent two months. 

Today, she finally arrived—at the dragon acupoint of this Zhongnan Ridge dragon vein, the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.

In the past, there was a legend here: when King Wu attacked Zhou, the Martial Saint Taigong came to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain to seek the help of the heavenly gods. 

She sacrificed tens of thousands of livestock to heaven, the sacrifice lasting seven days and seven nights.

This sincerity moved the heavens, allowing Taigong to receive the assistance of the heavenly gods, and thus there was the Zhou world.

But in the eyes of the world, this was ultimately just a legend, not to be taken as true. 

After all, only a few people in this world could know the truth of ancient times.

Madam Xuanji was fortunate to be one of them.

There was nothing difficult to understand or explain here—only a not very large, ordinary and unremarkable karst cave standing at the foot of the mountain.

The cave was very deep, at least ten thousand meters deep, and very rugged. 

Those uncanny rock landscapes and underground waters formed a huge maze, so few people could explore to the very bottom of this cave.

Nor could they know what existed at the very bottom.

That humanoid figure, yet possessing power beyond mortals—an immortal god who didn’t die.

At least, no mortal could casually grant others life.

A hundred years ago, Madam Xuanji had obtained this undying ability here.

That time, she hadn’t paid the owner of this power any remuneration, but today, perhaps this remuneration would be taken doubly.

“Mortal, thou hast returned, just as I said.”

Distorted words echoed through the cave.