Chen Luo walked around the room and went to see his brother Chen Lin's grandson and granddaughter. The two babies were very cute and kept smacking their lips in their sleep, as if they were dreaming of something delicious. Chen Luo used his spiritual power to cleanse their bodies to ensure that they were healthy. If they grew up and practiced martial arts, their foundation would be better than others.

"This talisman paper is empty. Use this one next time."

Returning to the study, Chen Luo glanced at his sleeping brother, took out a jade talisman from his sleeve and placed it on the table. The jade talisman stores energy and can be preserved for a longer period of time. This is something that only a third-level talisman master can make. Among the four arts of cultivating immortals, Chen Luo's strongest one is alchemy, followed by drawing talismans. He has hardly stopped over the years. Whenever he has time, he will draw two. The talisman paper and talisman pens in his storage bag are enough for ten years. When there are enough materials, he draws high-level talismans, and when not, he draws low-level talismans to ensure that he does not get rusty.

These two abilities are the third-level abilities that Chen Luo can reach without relying on an external brain.

After doing all this, Chen Luo pushed the door and walked out. Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

"It's time to go."

Chen Luo looked up at the sky, took a step, and when he landed again, he was already in the clouds.

A cool breeze blows on your face.

Before leaving, Chen Luo was going to the southwest to help his brother Chen Lin deal with some troubles. The Yue Tomb was his hometown, a country above the Xingchen Tomb. This place absolutely did not allow any accidents to happen, and any slight changes could affect his access to the tomb.

Southwestern region.

The rebel camp was brightly lit.

The bandit leader who had just looted the city was drinking and eating meat in the camp. Ma Kun was a desperate criminal. When he rebelled, he had made up his mind that he would live a good life day by day. In this way, he would not regret it even if he was killed by the imperial master. However, the development of the situation was much smoother than Ma Kun had imagined. His rebel army was unstoppable and captured the state capital in just a few months. More and more rioters defected to him.

The impact of famine is too wide-ranging, and those who cannot survive have to find a way out for themselves.

Ma Kun burned, killed and looted all the way, and his team grew from a dozen people at the beginning to 100,000 people now. There was no end in sight for the 100,000 grass-roots army. After reaching this point, Ma Kun's ambitions swelled unprecedentedly. He felt that he might not have to die, and he might be able to go further, such as becoming a "king". He even felt that the so-called immortal master was just a means for the court to deceive the people like them.

Just when Ma Kun was dreaming about the future, two strange men in black robes came to him. They subdued him with just a little trick, and in order to survive, Ma Kun became a dog for them.

From that day on, Ma Kun realized that there really were "immortals" in this world, the imperial court was not bluffing, and the world was more complicated than he saw.

The two immortals both possessed magical powers. One of them could control corpses. The more people died, the stronger the corpse guards around him would be. The other one was even more bizarre. He could summon "ghosts" from the burned corpses!

After that, these two people would participate in every battle led by Ma Kun's army.

The two of them never interfered on the battlefield. No matter who won or lost, they had only one request, which was not to allow "burying the bodies".

At first, Ma Kun didn't understand, but later he just didn't care. As long as the two immortal masters didn't let him rob, he could continue to live a good life. He was used to this kind of life with plenty of wine and meat, and he would never accept going back to his previous miserable life.

"This is the life a man should live! Damn it, in the past, we couldn't even eat meat during the New Year." After drinking, Ma Kun threw the wine bowl aside and put his strong arms around the woman next to him.

He had snatched this woman back from the city during the day.

He didn't even dare to look at such beautiful women before, but now these people can only crawl and tremble at his feet and let him do whatever he wants.

"Brother, the two immortal masters want you to pass through."

A voice interrupted Ma Kun's action. He stopped halfway through untying his belt and looked at the person who came over. He knew this person, a scholar who came to him. Because he could read, he was taken in by the two immortals as a follower.

"Anything to say?"

The alcohol in Ma Kun's head dissipated, and his tone became cautious. The woman who had escaped death retreated back to the corner, shivering in the dark, but at this moment Ma Kun no longer had the heart to pay attention to her.

Ma Kun was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of fighting with him.

But he was terrified by the existence of "immortals". He was terrified by the thought of the means that could control the dead. He even begged the two "immortals" privately, hoping that he could continue to follow them after his death and be a servant, so as not to go to hell.

When he said this, the two 'immortals' looked at him strangely.

One of them agreed to his request.

"Master is just asking you to pass through."

The man said this in a condescending manner, looking around. When he saw the woman in the corner, he couldn't hide his disgust for bandits like Ma Kun.

"I understand. I'll go right away."

Ma Kun didn't dare to say anything more. He couldn't afford to offend the people around the immortal master.

The rebels' central camp.

Unlike other chaotic army camps that were dirty and messy, this camp was very clean and had been cleaned up all around. When Ma Kun came in, two "immortals" were practicing in the camp. One of them had five corpses standing behind him, and the other had an invisible wind floating around him, and no one knew how many corpses there were.

"My two great immortals, I am here to report."

As soon as he entered the tent, Ma Kun bent his waist and the expression on his face turned into a flattering smile, which was completely different from the domineering bandit leader outside.

"How did you do on the task I assigned to you last time?"

An immortal master who was near the tent opened his eyes. His cold eyes startled Ma Kun. All the smell of alcohol disappeared, leaving only deep fear.

"It's being done, that guy is very hard-mouthed"

"tomorrow."

The man in black robe who was asking the question interrupted impatiently. He didn't want to care about the reasons, he just wanted to hear the results.

tomorrow?

Upon hearing the deadline, Ma Kun was so scared that he suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"The two immortals, please be wise. Although that man has fallen into our hands, he is also an immortal master and has immortal magic to protect him. Ordinary people like us cannot touch him at all, let alone ask questions from him."

"Do you think I'm negotiating with you? If you can't get any results from me, then you can be my bodyguard."

The monk who was manipulating the corpse opened his eyes and spoke in a calm tone.

Ma Kun’s face turned pale.

There is only one kind of guard around the Immortal Master, and that is the dead body standing behind him.

"Go away."

Ma Kun, who still wanted to beg for mercy, only felt a strong wind coming towards him, and the whole person was swept away like a rolling gourd.

After driving Ma Kun away, the two people in the tent became quiet again.

"Do you really expect this loser to get the answer out of Du Jian?"

The soul-raising monk raised his head, revealing his hidden face. An old man with a strange appearance, his left face was full of wrinkles, his hair was gray, and his eyes were cloudy. But the right side was completely different. His right side was completely black, and from time to time some strange things would crawl on it, like living things. Because of dealing with ghosts for many years, he had a kind of coldness that ordinary people did not have.

"Let's try it. It's been two months. I don't believe he has so many spirit stones."

The other person raised his head, and the light in the tent reflected on his face. It was Tian Yonglu, the fellow who entered the academy with Chen Luo, and who wanted to be a "superior person" with him.

This man had also aged a lot, with an aura of decay about him, and the corpse standing behind him was like a background wall.

"If I still can't find out tomorrow, I will go and ask in person! I don't care about being exposed at this time. Xie Shuang is on her way here. She is a talisman master and is much more troublesome than Du Jian." The voice of the old man with a yin-yang face gradually faded. Tian Yonglu did not say anything about his decision.

They just want to get out.

It’s just a pity that Du Jian is so proud of himself that he knows the way out but is unwilling to tell them.

"No matter how powerful she is, she can never be a match for that thing."

As the two were talking, there was a sudden noise outside, followed by a burst of surprise. The two people who were interrupted frowned unhappily, and before they could ask, the curtain door of the tent was suddenly opened, and a damp cold wind blew in from outside.

"Master, it's raining outside!!"

“The drought is saved.”

The sound of dripping rain came from outside. Through the gaps in the door curtain, they could see that the cracked soil outside had begun to close. The rain gathered on it, forming a stream-like water snake that merged into it.

"impossible!!"

Tian Yonglu and the old man both stood up at the same time and rushed out of the tent with shocked faces.

They knew better than anyone how this drought came about. The two of them dug through an ancient tomb and released a corpse king from inside. The corpse king was emitting a terrifying silver light all over his body. The most terrifying thing was that this corpse king gained reason and became an alien.

The severe drought that swept across the entire southwestern region was caused by the corpse king.

Although the two did not know what realm the corpse king was in, the aura of the other party that could influence the celestial phenomena with every move left an indelible impression on them. According to the corpse king's description, he was a person from a thousand years ago, a monster that had lived for a thousand years. What realm was this?

Both Tian Yonglu and the old man were cultivators. In their opinion, Changqing Zhenren, the former number one immortal master of Yue State, only lived for about two hundred years.

thunderbolt!!

Thunder broke through the sky, and silver light illuminated the world.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to see a person standing in the sky.

A man standing above the clouds.

"There's someone in the sky!"

"Immortal."

The insurgents, who had finally seen rain after a long drought, kowtowed to the figure in the sky. Even the bandits were so scared that they knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. This scene was too shocking for these people. Even though they had heard of the rumors about the Immortal Master, they had never seen anyone standing on the clouds.

Standing on the clouds, what else could he be but an immortal? (End of this chapter)