Chapter 735 Do You Want to Learn?

The newcomer was none other than Senior Brother Zhao, who looked at the sword energy in Song Chunxue's hand with a sense of satisfaction.

Song Chunxue sheathed her longsword, looked at the three Taoist priests, and then realized that it was getting late and they should set off.

"I'm sorry, senior brother, I've been practicing for quite a while." She said apologetically. "Let's set off then. Which direction should we go?"

Lord Zhao looked at the tiny Jincheng on the mountain and said, "We'll head north, and you go south. Master Han will lead you around to the border. We'll meet up in western Yunnan in four days."

Western Yunnan?

It seems they've been traveling such a long way in four days, they must have been using swords the whole time.

It seems this trip was a good one; it might even broaden my horizons.

"You stay with Master Han, and absolutely do not cause any trouble or act on your own. Once we have the information we need, Master Han and I will return directly to the capital." Lord Zhao repeatedly instructed Song Chunxue, fearing she might wander off.

"Don't worry, senior brother. I'm just following along to broaden my horizons. I definitely won't run around."

Lord Zhao nodded, "That's right, it's good that you know. Follow Master Han to see how far you are from being good enough. After you come back, cultivate diligently and go into seclusion for five or six years before heading south."

Song Chunxue understood; her senior brother was implying how rash she had been in insisting on going to Jiangnan with him.

"Yes, I will follow your teachings, Senior Brother." Now that she realized how incompetent she was, she naturally had to admit it.

Seeing her sincere attitude, Lord Zhao was much relieved.

"Senior Brother, I'd like to speak with you privately for a few minutes," Song Chunxue whispered. "Just a few words."

Lord Zhao turned and walked down the steps. "Come with me."

Song Chunxue quickly ran towards a pavilion in front of her.

Master Han looked at Zhang Chengxuan and asked, "Have you been taking the pills on time?"

"Yes, one pill in the morning and one at night, I dare not slack off."

"That's good." Master Han looked at Song Chunxue's figure. "Although you concealed a lot, she didn't ask any questions, but she noticed that your condition was very bad, which shows that she knows you very well."

"Presumably, she spoke with Lord Zhao alone because of your matter. Don't let her efforts go to waste." At this point, Master Han crossed his arms and leaned against a pillar. "Humans are such a hassle. Don't try to be a bodhisattva in the future. People who are too kind and selfless never have a good ending."

Master Zhang rubbed the Bodhi seed on his wrist, gazing at the swaying branches in the distance without saying a word.

The golden light shone on him, but it still couldn't dispel the chill within him.

"I thought everyone was quite smart. It's natural to sacrifice your fellow Daoists rather than yourself. But you're something else. You're willing to sacrifice half of your cultivation for someone who betrayed you. You're utterly hopeless."

Master Zhang reached out and grabbed a leaf from an unknown tree outside the pavilion. “I’m lucky; you are all my benefactors.”

Master Han rolled his eyes and looked indifferently at the rising sun in the sky.

“She is better than you in this respect. You led her onto this path of cultivation. Why are you making things so difficult for yourself?” Master Han sighed helplessly. “Forget it. Why should a snake like me concern myself with such trivial matters? Your blood is too hot and you will easily lose your mind. Learn from me in the future. Remember, if a person does not look out for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.”

Master Zhang smiled and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Han. I will keep your words in mind from now on."

Master Han lazily squinted his eyes, too lazy to believe his nonsense; basking in the sun was much more comfortable.

Not long after, Song Chunxue returned with Lord Zhao.

"Senior brother, take care." Song Chunxue walked up to the Taoist priest with a smile on her face.

"Yes, you be careful too." Master Zhang nodded.

Master Han stood up and summoned his long sword. "Take the first step. Don't be reckless."

Lord Zhao watched the figure disappear into the distance and called out, "Don't worry."

...

To everyone's surprise, Song Chunxue felt dizzy standing on Master Han's sword. She could only hold onto his whisk tightly and it took her a long time to adjust before she dared to open her eyes.

Master Han made no attempt to hide his disdain, glancing at her several times and saying, "If you want to go back, you still have time. I'll take you."

"I can overcome it."

An hour later, they arrived at a city slightly smaller than Jincheng, and used invisibility talismans to appear directly inside an inn.

Upon seeing the scene before her, Song Chunxue raised her hand to cover her mouth, afraid that she would reveal her whereabouts if she uttered a loud burp.

The group of people in front of them were dressed in black Taoist robes, but they were all drunk and staggering on the ground. The large bedroom inside was even more unsightly and chaotic.

The person on the bed was fast asleep, with two women, one on each side of him, surrounded by their beautiful faces.

Master Han stopped by the bed and looked at him for a moment. The person on the bed seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes.

Song Chunxue's heart was in her throat, wondering if she would be outnumbered and have to jump out of the window to escape if a fight broke out.

Various methods of self-preservation clashed chaotically in his mind. The next moment, Master Han gently waved his hand, and a white mist, like a sharp blade, pierced into the man's brow.

Soon, the man stiffly closed his eyes, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.

Song Chunxue looked at Master Han in surprise, only to see him float her outside the inn.

This inn is connected to a brothel. From the outside, it looks very luxurious with its carved beams and painted rafters. Unfortunately, most of the men who come and go from this place are not good people.

Once they were far away, Song Chunxue finally spoke, "Is that person dead?"

“Death would be bad. I’m not that stupid to cause trouble for myself.” Master Han smiled slightly. “It would be too good for such a wicked person to die. Of course, he should taste what it’s like to fall from the clouds and lose his cultivation.”

"..." That's true, living a long time makes your brain work better.

"Then how did you know they were here?"

Master Han chuckled lightly, "If I didn't even know this, wouldn't I have lived all these years in vain and achieved such a high level of cultivation?"

"..." Fine, she's nothing, asking her is pointless.

As they spoke, they stopped again at the wall of a magnificent mansion. Master Han said in a low voice, "Wait for me here."

"Hmm." Fearing something might happen, Song Chunxue put an invisibility talisman on herself again.

In the blink of an eye, Master Han floated out of the house, holding a flute and a jade hairpin in his hand.

Could it be some valuable loot?

Before Song Chunxue could even see what they looked like, he slightly loosened his grip, and the two valuable-looking items fell onto the wall and shattered into pieces.

"..." Song Chunxue felt very sorry.

She felt that the people she had encountered before who chattered and fought were simply too childish. Truly capable people would not bother arguing with such ants, nor would they bother to go to great lengths to compete for superiority.

They can easily turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist, making their opponents wish they were dead.

Song Chunxue was extremely envious; when would she be able to reach that level?

Moreover, this level of skill is definitely not limited to sword cultivation; he can also easily pin his opponent to the ground and render them unable to move by simply making a hand seal or using some tricks.

This ability is practically indistinguishable from that of a god.

No, he's more like a judge who decides life and death, cold and impartial.

"Would you like to learn a few tricks to play on people?" he asked her casually, sitting on a big tree.

"Of course, I couldn't ask for more!" How could I miss such a good opportunity!