Chapter 13: Not Dead Yet

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  Li Wenjun had just picked up the silver cord and stuffed it into his own bosom when a faint voice suddenly came from behind him, "Save me, save me."

  Li Wenjun was shocked, he was so scared that he almost ascended to heaven and achieved nirvana. The voice was unmistakably Lao Dao's, but wasn't the black-striped giant python supposed to have been killed by a single swipe of its tail? How could it still be alive?

  Li Wenjun turned around cautiously and looked over, discovering that the voice was indeed coming from Lao Dao. Lao Dao wasn't dead yet, his eyes were open, his voice very weak, and his body unable to move.

  "Little brother, I beg of you to save me. If you are willing to save me, I can take you as my disciple and teach you immortal techniques, allowing you to enjoy endless wealth and glory." The old Taoist said.

  Li Wenjun took out the half dagger again, pursed his lips and didn't say a word, nor did he intend to go and save Lao Dao.

  The old man said with a sigh: "Young brother, I know you have misunderstood me, and I don't blame you. How about this? I still have a 500-tael silver note in my bosom, and a bottle of wound-healing medicine. Come over, help me take it out, you can take the silver note, and just put the healing medicine into my hand."

  Li Wenjun hesitated for a moment, and after a while, nodded his head.

  "Thank you, thank you little brother. Good people will definitely have good rewards." The old Taoist's eyes flashed with a hint of joy.

  Li Wenjun walked a few steps towards the old man, and just as he was about to reach out and touch him, Li Wenjun suddenly swung his hand, and the half of the dagger flew out.

  A streak of black light flashed across the void like lightning, and with a "plop", the dagger was lodged in the old man's throat.

  "You, you..." The old Taoist's lips moved, but he couldn't say a complete sentence. After a moment, the last bit of spirit in his eyes completely dissipated.

  Li Wenjun waited patiently for a while, confirming that the old man was dead, before he approached him, bent down, and prepared to pull out the half of the dagger.

  Just then, Li Wenjun suddenly heard a gust of wind coming towards him from behind. The successive life-and-death experiences had heightened his vigilance and quickened his reactions.

  Li Wenjun didn't look back to see what was happening, but instead exerted force with his feet and dodged to the side.

  However, he dodged too slowly, and something heavily smashed onto his left shoulder. Li Wenjun let out a cry of pain, and felt that his left arm was numb, unable to exert any strength, probably because it had been broken by someone.

  Li Wenjun endured the severe pain, turned around, and saw that Cao Yu, who had somehow regained his freedom, was holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, staring at him with a gaze as if looking at an archenemy.

  "What are you doing? Have you gone mad?" Li Wenjun shouted in a fluster.

  "Leave all of Master's things behind, they're mine." Cao Yu shouted, "If you don't give them to me, I'll beat you to death."

  Cao Yu is also a ruthless person, just now he hit Li Wenjun with a mallet from behind, that's to drive Li Wenjun to death, without leaving him any way out. He did this not for revenge for his cheap master, but because he coveted the many treasures left by Lao Dao. He wants to learn immortal skills and become an immortal, so as to change his humble life, act arbitrarily like Lao Dao, even if he tramples on people's lives, no one dares to do anything to him.

  Li Wenjun: "How can I possibly give you something that I've worked so hard to get? The old man was killed by my own hands, and the thing was also obtained by me first. Why should I give it to you?"

  "What's the big idea? Just because I'm my master's disciple, just because I have this wooden staff in my hand, and just because you've already gotten me to break one of your arms. I'll ask you again, are you going to give it or not?" Cao Yu asked sternly.

  "No." Li Wenjun said firmly.

  "Refuse? Refuse, then go die!" Cao Yu raised the wooden stick in his hand and rushed towards Li Wenjun.

  Li Wenjun's left arm was injured and couldn't move, only his right arm could move. Another unfavorable condition for him was that Cao Yudang was between him and the hole in the protective cover, he couldn't even drill through the hole to escape.

  Cao Yu's overbearing manner also provoked Li Wenjun's anger, he reached into his sleeve and took out the silver cord, then grasped one end of it and swung it around. He couldn't control the artifact either, so he could only use it like an ordinary rope.

  Hū, Cáo Yǔ's wooden stick came crashing down on Lǐ Wénjùn's head. Lǐ Wénjùn dodged to the side, and as he did, one end of the silver cord flew out of his hand and wrapped itself around the stick.

  Cao Yu went back and forth to grab the wooden stick, Li Wenjun went back and forth to pull the rope, and the two of them competed with each other.

  The two of them fought to a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand over the other.

  Li Wenjun's heart skipped a beat, at the critical moment of the intense competition, he loosened his grip on Cao Yu's hand that was wrapped with silver cord. Cao Yu didn't expect it and used too much force, causing him to fall backwards, landing on the ground. He still couldn't stop himself and ended up doing a backward somersault, flinging his wooden staff away.

  Li Wenjun took advantage of the situation and quickly pulled out the dagger stuck in Lao Dao's throat, then rushed towards Cao Yu.

  Cao Yu hadn't even gotten up yet when Li Wenjun was already riding on his back.

  "Go die." Li Wenjun shouted loudly and raised his dagger, stabbing towards Cao Yu's chest.

  Between life and death, Cao Yu's potential was also triggered, and he reached out to grab Li Wenjun's right hand.

  Cao Yu underestimated the power of that half dagger, and the dagger directly cut off his palm at the wrist, then with undiminished momentum, it also cut into his shoulder, cutting off one of his arms.

  Cao Yu didn't know where he got the strength from, but under the intense pain, he picked up the dagger that had just severed his arm and was about to kill him again by Li Wenjun, and flipped it out. Then Cao Yu rolled on the ground, moving away from Li Wenjun.

  Li Wenjun grasped the half dagger and stood up, ready to go kill Cao Yu when an unexpected event that he had not anticipated occurred.

  Cao Yu rolled into the old Dao's arms, a red light ball the size of a walnut rose from the old Dao's head, flashed in the air, and then drilled into Cao Yu's body.

  Cao Yu let out a miserable cry, the sound was more mournful than a rooster being stepped on. He clutched his head and rolled around on the ground, in unbearable pain.

  Li Wenjun didn't know what had happened to Cao Yu, but it was definitely not good. He couldn't understand why the old Taoist had him stab himself in the neck with a dagger and still hadn't died completely.

  As soon as he thought of Lao Dao's magical powers, Li Wenjun felt a chill run down his spine and didn't dare to stay in the sun-drenched valley any longer. He grabbed the half dagger tightly and took off running.

  Outside the threshing ground, the team of vehicles that brought these boys and girls was still there, with mules and horses tied to trees along the road.

  Li Wenjun quickly untied a strong and sturdy horse, turned over and rode on it. With his two legs clamping the horse's belly and pulling the reins, he galloped away along the riverbank as if escaping. He had learned to ride horses before, but his horsemanship was not excellent. However, he could ensure that he would not fall off when riding a horse without a saddle.

  Li Wenjun did not dare to advance on Junzhen Town. On the one hand, he was afraid of running into someone like Li Chang again. On the other hand, he had just seen the black-striped giant python heading in the direction of Junzhen Town, and he certainly didn't want to encounter this demon snake that could both spit poison and shoot ice cones from its mouth.

  After a while, Cao Yu stopped rolling on the ground and sat up from the ground. He pressed his fingers against the wound on his shoulder, and the bleeding stopped instantly. Cao Yu stumbled to his feet, gazing in the direction where Li Wenjun had escaped, his eyes dark and venomous.

  Li Wenjun rode a mule, running for the whole night. When it was almost dawn, Li Wenjun estimated that he was at least 200 miles away from Junzhuang Town.

  Li Wenjun rode on the back of a mule and began to observe his surroundings. This was a rural area, with a village about four or five miles away in the distance.

  Li Wenjun pulled the reins, stopping the mule. He dismounted and walked to the back of the mule, using the half dagger to stab its buttocks. The mule let out a loud bray as it ran away with all its might, disappearing into the distance in an instant.

  Li Wenjun didn't dare to walk along the official road, so he went into the fields and prepared to take a shortcut to the village he had discovered earlier. He had been traveling all night, feeling thirsty and hungry. This was secondary, his left arm had been broken by Cao Yu, he needed to find a doctor to set it, riding a mule without a saddle, **and his thighs were also rubbed raw, if possible, it would be best to apply some medicine as well.

  However, Li Wenjun didn't last much longer and soon fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

  A streak of green light shot out from Li Wenjun's body, flickered twice, and then stopped.

  After an unknown period of time, Li Wenjun was woken up by a burst of shouting. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on his back in the irrigation ditch used by farmers.

  Against the azure sky, swallows darted swiftly through the air. Listening to the chirping of cicadas and crickets, Li Wenjun felt an unprecedented sense of ease and freedom.

  He turned his head sideways and looked around, but all he could see were crops of corn and sorghum several feet high that blocked his view to the left and right.

  He withdrew his gaze and was surprised to find that not far from him, there was a dragon thistle plant over a foot tall. The branches were dense and the leaves resembled chili pepper leaves, with small white flowers often gathered together in umbrella-like clusters. In some places, green round fruit hung, while others had turned black. The fruit was not large, about the size of mung beans.

  Li Wenjun reached out and plucked the black and dark brown dragon fruit, putting it into his mouth. A faint sweetness spread throughout his mouth.

  Li Wenjun stretched out his hand to pick some more, but the outstretched hand suddenly stopped. He stared at his arm in shock, it was the left arm that Cao Yu had broken with a wooden stick. He clearly remembered that before he fainted, his left arm was broken and swollen very high, but now his left arm was no different from his right arm, perfect as ever.

  Li Wenjun's heart moved, and he quickly sat up. He took off his pants and looked at the base of his thighs. The redness, swelling, and pain caused by the friction from riding a donkey for a long time had all disappeared.