The leader of the bandits was a martial artist, and he was particularly sensitive to footsteps. Upon hearing the slightest movement, he immediately stood up, and the remaining bandits also became alert.
Following the gesture of the leading martial arts bandit, they all moved towards Shen Changlin, subtly forming an encirclement.
If we wait until they get really close, we won't be able to escape!
Seeing this, Shen Changlin made up his mind, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it to the other side. After attracting the bandits for a moment, he immediately got up and rushed straight out!
The martial arts bandits reacted instantly: "Grab him!"
Run! You have to get out of here!
Shen Changlin ignored everything and ran forward with his head down.
But the next moment—the bandit who was skilled in martial arts threw a dart that pierced straight into his calf, and blood flowed out instantly!
Even though Shen Changlin was incredibly patient, this injury nearly crippled half of his leg, rendering him unable to walk. When the intense pain struck, he was forced to fall to the ground, looking utterly pathetic.
As the bandits surrounded him, and their gleaming blades flashed, Chen Changlin's heart sank completely...
The leader of the bandits sized up Shen Changlin.
"Tsk, they must have missed some. Cut them down!"
"knew!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the large cleaver high.
The firelight and the glint of the blade simultaneously entered Shen Changlin's eyes, and the threat that arose from death made him freeze in place.
But the bandit who had just raised the machete froze. The boy's eyes, which should have been filled with fear, now showed a faint, almost imperceptible darkness.
Then it visibly expanded, like a demon crawling out of hell, and a wordless terror instantly surged into my heart!
The bandit wielding the large machete trembled involuntarily.
Just then, a flash of light appeared, and in Shen Changlin's vision, the bandit standing in front of him with a knife was beheaded with a single, dazzling strike!
He silently killed one of the bandits, and in an instant, the remaining bandits were thrown into chaos—a master, an absolute master!
Compared to the panicked bandits, Shen Changlin remained calm. Having returned from the brink of death, he gasped for breath, but unbeknownst to himself—
The darkness that had terrified the bandits gradually faded, revealing the boy's clear eyes once more, revealing nothing about him.
He subconsciously raised his head and stared intently at the scene before him.
The once arrogant bandits now looked like pitiful worms, trembling under the chilling aura. Most of them were just ordinary people, and only the leader was a martial artist.
When the dazzling blade flashed, these wicked bandits had no power to resist and were all beheaded with a single blow!
Immediately afterwards, a cold voice rang out – “To kill others is truly deserving of death.”
A dozen or so bandits couldn't even withstand a single blow and all died, leaving only the leader, a martial arts bandit, to be left alone.
But the fear of death prevented him from even having the thought of running away. The next moment, he suddenly knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Please, please spare me!"
The situation changed abruptly in an instant. Shen Changlin, who had fallen to the ground, stared blankly upwards, stunned by the dazzling flash of the blade, but then—
Following the flash of the blade was a figure that suddenly appeared before them.
The woman was dressed in a plain white Taoist robe. The ground was covered in blood and grime, yet not a single drop of blood or grime stained her robe.
She was tall and slender, with a figure as delicate as a willow swaying in the breeze, yet she held the hilt of a long sword slung across her body with one hand, exuding a dignified aura that commanded respect, while her elegant and beautiful eyes were as sharp as a blade.
Beside him, the bandit, who was a martial artist, was still begging for mercy, but Shen Changlin could no longer hear his voice; only this figure remained in his field of vision.
The pain in his calves seemed to have disappeared, and Shen Changlin whispered, "You...you are...an immortal?"
—He is a celestial being from heaven in a storybook.
Ruan Qing'an then turned her gaze to Shen Changlin, who was looking up at her as if she were a god.
【Affection Level: 10】
A life-saving grace, a separation between immortals and mortals, and yet this is how it all began.
After experiencing the many treacherous objectives of the previous missions, Ruan Qing'an felt as if he had bullied the boy—the boy's emotions were the most sincere and passionate, like a spark that could ignite a raging fire.
Her mind paused, and she pointed her slender fingertips at the air: "I am merely a seeker of the Way."
But Shen Changlin didn't care, because he felt a warm aura enveloping him, and even his injuries were gradually improving.
While Shen Changlin was recovering, Ruan Qing'an looked at the bandit and said coldly, "I ask, you answer. If you dare to say another word, you should know what will happen to you."
The bandit quickly replied, "I know, I know!"
What happened here?
"Reporting to you, sir, I do not know either."
Fearing that Ruan Qing'an would be angry, he quickly explained, "It's like this, most of us brothers came to this village to rob, leaving only about ten of us to guard the village and wait for them to return."
"But suddenly a fire broke out, and the whole village was ablaze. It burned for three whole days, and the brothers didn't come back. We came to check the village after we saw the fire was getting smaller, and that's when we met you, sir."
The bandit explained obsequiously, but Ruan Qing'an's eyes remained unmoved, clearly indicating that this man didn't know much and was of little use.
It had already taken her three days to come from the cultivation world to the mortal world, and then she had to search for Shen Changlin's whereabouts based on the original text. She had been working non-stop these past few days to finally get here, so she would probably have to inquire about other things again.
Having thought this through, Ruan Qing'an glanced at the useless bandits and casually waved his hand—
The next moment, with just a casual strike, the sword intent surged forth, soaring straight into the azure sky, almost tearing through the heavens!
The bandit warrior didn't even leave behind a trace, not even ashes...
After dealing with all the bandits, Ruan Qing'an gracefully moved to stand before Shen Changlin. An invisible wind arose out of nowhere, so that not even a speck of dust could touch her.
She said softly, "The heavens and earth are displaying extraordinary phenomena, and all saints are paying homage. If my perception is correct, you are the one who caused these phenomena. Would you be willing to join my Myriad Paths Sect?"
Shen Changlin looked up at her, meeting Ruan Qing'an's leaden gray eyes, which were devoid of any emotion, yet reflected only his own image.
Untouched by worldly dust, aloof and noble, possessing a beauty that cannot be defiled.
But deep down, a voice, as if from the depths of the soul, was clamoring, hoping that she, from her pedestal, would lower her gaze.
My heart was pounding. I took a deep breath and asked a question.
"Is it possible to find the power to protect oneself by entering the gate of ten thousand paths?"
"Can."
"Is it possible to achieve immortality?"
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing'an shook his head slightly: "Immortality is not easy, but a lifespan of ten million years is acceptable."
Upon hearing this, Shen Changlin swallowed hard, as if about to ask the most important question, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it possible to... meet you, Immortal?"
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