The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 44 Eager to save mother
Hearing the sudden knock on the door, Zhang Jingyuan could not help but look surprised as he channeled the spiritual power running through his meridians back into his dantian.

After taking a look at the sky, he felt even more strange.

Youshi is about to pass now, and it is about to be Wushi. The sky has already darkened. How could someone knock on his door?

Yanyang City is a small town with simple folk customs. There is no so-called nightlife like in later generations. At this time, for most residents of Yanyang City, it is time to go to bed and do the only entertainment activities. Even Zhao Mingyang does not know how to do it. Come to the door at this time.

And even if he comes to the door, Zhao Mingyang can just open the door and come in. It's not like he doesn't know that the door of his house will not be locked when Zhang Meifeng is out.

As for Zhang Meifeng, haha, she doesn’t even know how to lock a door. Does she still know what knocking is?
As soon as the thought came to him, Zhang Jingyuan walked straight down. Through the door with his consciousness, he saw a burly man in his forties standing at his door. He was knocking on the door very rhythmically or mechanically.

He didn't come out to open the door for a long time, and the man didn't look unhappy at all. He still knocked tirelessly, his expression still a little dull.

"It smells so familiar! I didn't expect that there would actually be a demon kid running into the city, trying to kill a four-spirited monk like me who had just advanced."

Zhang Jingyuan took a deep breath, his expression seemed a little intoxicated.

He had been fighting with the demonic monks for half an era, and he could still remember the auras of these demonic cubs even after they turned into ashes.

Well, that's right, the man knocking at the door is someone from the devil's path, or to be more precise, a puppet controlled by a demon cultivator.

Of course, with Zhang Jingyuan's current level, he can at most see the demonic cultivators below the Jindan level. Those old Jindan monsters sometimes pretend to be more like Daomeng monks than Daomeng monks, and some of them even look like Daomeng monks. It’s not surprising to be in a high position.

These demonic monks are actually normal human beings. They just believe in the demons and are willing to become slaves of the demons. They gain merit by killing humans crazily within the human race and sacrificing their flesh and soul to the demons. Dharma, spiritual treasures, elixirs, or practicing magic skills, etc. are simply traitors, scum, and scourges.

Even those who are very satisfied with the demon clan can directly transfer magic power across borders, give them enlightenment, and be directly promoted.

Anyway, all in all, these so-called demonic monks are just a group of guys who do whatever it takes to kill their own people for the sake of power.

To be honest, Zhang Jingyuan's hatred for these demonic monks in his previous life was stronger than his hatred for the Zhenger Ba Jing demon clan.

After all, although the demons are cruel and capable of destroying planets and even galaxies, this is their nature.

Just like wolves eating sheep and dogs eating shit, their behavior has been determined in their bones.

But what about these demonic monks?

They are obviously still human beings, and they can obviously rely on these normal cultivation techniques to improve step by step, but just for the so-called shortcut, to quickly increase their strength and satisfy their own desires, they use all means to harm their fellow humans.

This is the point where Zhang Jingyuan hates and despises these demonic monks.

No creature should betray its own race.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a trace of sarcasm flashed across Zhang Jingyuan's lips. A few days ago, Zhang Meifeng showed him a warning letter from the Yamen, prohibiting new monks like them from going out, but unexpectedly, this demonic cultivator actually attacked Yanyang directly. Inside the city.

"Is there anything you need?"

Zhang Jingyuan suddenly opened the door and asked.

The man was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether he didn't expect Zhang Jingyuan to open the door suddenly, or what. After three breaths, he felt as if he had just woken up from a dream. His whole expression became much more flexible, and he felt relaxed at first. His tone became extremely nervous and anxious again.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyuan flashed a disdainful smile in his heart. It seemed that this was a demon cultivator.

Since this man is a puppet, he naturally won't be too flexible. He must be commanded by a demon cultivator. If it is a battle and the distance is relatively close, it doesn't matter. With this long-distance spiritual consciousness, this demon cultivator can be possessed. life.

No matter how hard the Yamen of Yanyang City tried to stretch their legs, they would not let the demon cultivator sneak in so easily, so Zhang Jingyuan was sure that the demon cultivator must be outside the city rather than inside the city.

So often in this case, the demon cultivator will give a special command to the puppet. Once the command is triggered, it will possess the puppet and communicate with people.

"You are Zhang Jingyuan, right? I am your mother Zhang Meifeng's colleague. Something happened to your mother and she was seriously injured, so I came over quickly to inform you. You come with me immediately!"

The man's voice suddenly became much more natural, and even when he spoke the last sentence, there was a strong and unquestionable command.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan cursed in his heart, the damn Yamen leaked his information again.

In this world, only the Yamen can hold such accurate information about him and all the information about his family members.

In other words, there must be an accomplice of this demonic cultivator in the yamen, and if things go wrong, there must be a galaxy yamen.

Because this demonic cultivator obviously did not commit crimes in a city. Judging from the warning letter, many new cultivators in the city have been murdered by him.

A single city cannot do this. For example, the Yamen of Yanyang City cannot have information about the monks of Wushuang City.

However, he has long been used to the fact that demon cultivators exist in the yamen and even in all walks of life, right?

It would be strange if the yamen were made of iron and could not be penetrated by needles or splashed with water.

"My mother is injured? Okay, I'll follow you right away." After saying that, Zhang Jingyuan rushed out of the house without even closing the door, fully showing the appearance of a filial son who was eager to save his mother.

This was done without hesitation, which made Mo Xiu himself stunned. He originally thought that he would need to spend a lot of time to tell all the information he knew about Zhang Jingyuan in order to coax Zhang Jingyuan out, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

"You are young after all, but youth is better. Young flesh and blood are sweeter and purer."

The man behind him licked his lips lightly and said with a ferocious expression.

However, little did he know that Zhang Jingyuan did not close the door because he was afraid that Zhang Meifeng would not be able to open the door when he got home and would scold him.

But after running two steps towards the city gate, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly realized that something was wrong. It would be okay if he behaved more positively, but if he knew the road well, something would be wrong.

There was nothing he could do. It had been too long since he had dealt with such a small demon cultivator in the Qi refining stage. Some details seemed to be forgivable if he failed to do so.

As for why Zhang Jingyuan was sure that this was just a demon cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, it was because he could tell from the refining techniques of this puppet. The refining techniques of the Demon Cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage would not be so rough.

The puppets of foundation-building demon cultivators can maintain basic intelligence even if they are dozens of miles apart.

Furthermore, if it were a foundation-building demon cultivator, he would just come to Yanyang City directly.

As long as Yanyang City's magic circle is not activated, there should be only one foundation-building monk like the Lord of Yanyang City in the city.

Furthermore, the Foundation Establishment Demonic Cultivator also looked down upon new monks like him who were mostly at the first level of Qi refining. With their little cultivation, what good things could they produce?

"Why are you running so slowly? If you delay in treating my mother, I will skin you alive."

As soon as his thoughts changed, Zhang Jingyuan stopped and shouted angrily at the man behind him.

Seeing how Zhang Jingyuan ran directly towards the city gate, the man's heart was still a little twitching. After hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh disdainfully: "It turns out that the headless fly just happened to go the right way."

But his face was still extremely honest, and he even said a little aggrievedly: "I just ran for more than a quarter of an hour, how can I have the physical strength? Besides, how can I, a useless spiritual root, compare to you, a true cultivator of the four spiritual roots?"

"I know, I'm a Four Spiritual Roots cultivator. Hurry up and lead the way, otherwise I'll be careful of your skin."

Zhang Jingyuan said half impatiently, half proudly.

The man responded and quickly passed in front of Zhang Jingyuan to lead the way. He cursed in his heart: "Since you want to seek death in a hurry, then I will help you. Later, we will see how I torture you and make you unable to live or die."

After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, the man took Zhang Jingyuan out of Yanyang City.

As soon as he left Yanyang City, the man immediately relaxed and looked at Zhang Jingyuan from time to time, with a hint of unfathomable cruelty in his eyes.

He was already thinking about how to deal with Zhang Jingyuan.

After leaving the city gate and walking forward for another two-quarters of an hour, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly noticed a thick fog not far away. He twitched the corner of his mouth and stopped immediately.

"Why don't you leave? Your mother is right in front."

Before Zhang Jingyuan could say anything, the man ran directly behind Zhang Jingyuan, exerted a lot of force, and pushed Zhang Jingyuan into the heavy fog without any explanation.

Falling into the heavy fog, Zhang Jingyuan suddenly felt like his five senses had disappeared. He couldn't reach the sky or the ground. He didn't know what to feel in the four directions, as if he was upside down and confused.

"Where is my mother?"

Zhang Jingyuan shouted loudly in fear.

"Right ahead, ahead."

At this time, a faint voice came from the fog.

Zhang Jingyuan hesitated for a few seconds. It seemed that his desire to save his mother had overcome his inner fear. He mustered up his courage and finally strode forward.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but the fog dissipated before his eyes. Zhang Jingyuan suddenly saw Zhang Meifeng lying on the ground, with a huge wound exposed on her abdomen, and blood was gurgling, as if even her intestines and stomach could be seen.

"You came late and ran too slowly. Your mother is no longer alive. It's all your fault!"

The voice in the fog suddenly changed, becoming bitter and full of blame. It seemed that Zhang Meifeng's death was caused by Zhang Jingyuan alone.

"Mother!"

Zhang Jingyuan shouted and ran towards Zhang Meifeng, rolling and crawling.

(End of this chapter)