Chapter 4 The Young Taoist

  Hiss!

  The branch in his hand shot out swiftly, regardless of how great the killing power of this branch was, it contained all of Su Che's physical strength and inner energy.

  Pfft!

  Accurately hitting the target, a tree branch less than two feet long pierced into the Qinglang's neck, with a depth of more than half.

  Ahh-ooo!

  The green wolf let out a mournful howl, characteristic of canine animals, and suddenly jumped up, retreating several meters before falling to the ground with a thud. It immediately got up again and darted into the bushes.

  A rustling and dragging sound, it sounds like it should have escaped far away.

  This is enough to make it suffer, even if it doesn't die immediately, it won't live for long. A wild animal that has suffered such serious injuries will not be treated by anyone, and the result is undoubtedly death.

  "Lucky, this one hit pretty accurately."

  Su Che secretly felt relieved, after all, it was a case of borrowing a corpse to return to the soul, and his grasp on this body still lacked a bit of fire, that previous move indeed contained three parts of luck.

  After one blow, it was like a deflated balloon, the last bit of energy exhausted, leaving only heavy panting.

  The wound inflicted by the beast's kiss was bleeding, but not much, because this body's blood had long been depleted, and there was hardly any reserve left. From this, it can be seen that Su Che's situation is even more miserable than being on his last breath.

  "It's okay, just an ordinary wild beast, fortunately it's not a demon beast..."

  After accepting the memories of Xianmen, I finally knew that there was a tribe of extremely powerful and ferocious beasts in the world, which were also known as fierce beasts that understood cultivation, and belonged to a tribe of cultivators with not low intelligence.

  Not to mention the current state, even if Su Che had never been injured, once he encountered even the lowest level of demon beast, it would be a foregone conclusion that doomsday was approaching, unless the demon beast was arrogant enough to not even bother with him.

  "Never mind, never mind. What I fear most is that good things don't work out and bad things do. Let's not dwell on this matter and focus on healing instead..."

  That last blow exhausted a lot of energy from Su Che's body, not just physical strength and internal force. The unbearable feeling afterwards cannot be described. If it weren't for the mysterious little tower's support with its strange warm current, he might have really died.

  Time slowly flows, night falls and dawns again, welcoming another day's sunrise.

  Not bad, a peaceful night, except for a poisonous snake that slithered across my belly, there was no other excitement.

  The warm current effect of the small tower was excellent, and before dawn, Su Che felt that his legs could move again. Several fractures had miraculously healed, and slow walking should not be a problem anymore.

  However, Su Che still patiently waited until dawn before daring to act, and relatively speaking, daytime was safer.

  Crawled up and tried to walk a few steps, not bad, if you lean on another crutch, it will be even better.

  After much difficulty, Su Che found a suitable branch nearby to use as a crutch and searched for relatively flat terrain, bypassing massive boulders, heading out of the valley.

  Endless mountains and a long, winding road, at this speed, I don't know when we'll be able to get out of here.

  Fortunately, the recovery speed of the injury is relatively optimistic. The warm current provided by the mysterious tower is still doing its job in nourishing the body. It's estimated that in three to five days, the body will be fully recovered and there's no need to fear those wild beasts anymore.

  Of course, except for the demon beast.

  Alas, why mention the demon beast again...

  Just as I was muttering to myself, a deafening beast roar echoed through the air, sounding like it came from not too far away, possibly just outside this mountain valley.

  "Is it really going to be this unlucky?"

  Su Che's face changed greatly, and just from this beast roar, he could feel that it was not like an ordinary wild beast. The voice sounded extremely shocking, even more terrifying than the imagined tiger howling in the mountains.

  Boom!

  Another crash was heard, like a thunderclap on a clear day, sounding close at hand and even closer to the valley entrance.

  Su Che stumbled and hid behind a huge rock, tightly grasping the crutch in his hand, his shaky body like that of an old man worn out by the years, extremely weak and helpless.

  Splash!

  Rocks flew about, strong winds howled, a mountain of flesh rumbled and roared as it charged into the valley.

  This is a giant bear with brown-red fur, this guy's height when lying on the ground is close to one zhang (about 3.3 meters), if it stands up, that would be even more astonishing!

  It's obviously a powerful demon beast!

  At this point, Su Che still had the eye power, although he couldn't judge what kind of grade or name it was a demon beast, but just relying on its selling and that smashing mountain stone's impact force could know, ordinary giant bear body no matter how big, can't create such a terrible sense of oppression.

  This guy rushed towards Su Che, wherever he passed, everything was crushed with a loud rumble.

  However, Su Che's heart suddenly felt a little lighter, and his original tension had dissipated a lot.

  This is because on the massive body of the giant bear, there were several very obvious scars, wide wounds with unknown depth, it was clear that it had fled in a hurry, and must have pursuers behind.

  Boom!

  The giant bear smashed a large stone nearby and fled straight into the depths of the valley, passing by Su Che's hiding place. It also discovered this weak and pitiful human being, but it was too busy to come over and comfort Su Che.

  Su Che hugged his head with both arms, the flying debris hit him and it hurt to the bone. The wound that had just healed was cracked open again.

  "Damn it!"

  Su Che gritted his teeth, and a hoarse curse squeezed out from his dry, cracked lips.

  "Bastard!"

  All I heard was a loud shout that was amplified countless times, and someone yelled: "This is a dead end, see where you can escape!"

  The sound seemed to come from the sky, Su Che hid behind a giant stone and cautiously peeked out, just to see a young and handsome Daoist flying with his sword, elegantly flying into the valley.

  Immortal Master!

  This is a true immortal cultivator, able to wield a sword and fly. At the very least, one must be in the later stages of Qi refinement, that is, above the seventh layer of Qi refinement, to achieve this.

  Qigong seven layers, pinching to death such a martial artist is as easy as pinching an ant.

  Just as the young Taoist said, this is indeed a three-sided cliff valley surrounded by mountains. The giant bear fled in panic and ran into a dead end.

  Hurry!

  The young Taoist raised his hand and shot a golden light, the target was of course the giant bear in the depths of the valley. He also discovered Su Che's existence, but like the giant bear, he almost didn't give Su Che a proper look.

  To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, Su Che, who was already weak and frail, curled up his body and hid in the crevice at the bottom of the giant rock. His body was too fragile and couldn't withstand any more turmoil. He would rather not watch the battle scene than risk being mistakenly injured to death due to a little curiosity.

  Rumbling and roaring, beasts howling continuously, the deep mountain valley is bustling with activity.

  It was just a moment of tea time, and the last mournful howl was heard, the dust settled, and the valley suddenly became quiet.

  After a while, Su Che estimated that the young Taoist was busy collecting his spoils of war. At this moment, he couldn't just sneak away like a thief. In fact, with his speed, even if he tried to slip away, he wouldn't be able to, and would only end up annoying others.

  It's still the wisest choice to stay here honestly and quietly.

  "It's okay now, come out."

  Soon, a young Taoist walked out from the depths of the valley and called out to this side in a soft voice, not loud, with a gentle tone.

  Su Che crawled out from under the giant stone, slightly tidied up his tattered robes, and respectfully bowed: "Disciple Su Che, greetings to Master Uncle."

  Why call him Shu Shu?

  This was because, through his memory, Su Che had already recognized that the Taoist robe on him was the attire of the Tian Xuan Sect. The two silver lines at the collar and cuffs signified that he was an inner sect disciple of the Tian Xuan Sect. According to the rules, as a registered disciple like himself, he should indeed address him as Shifu (Master Uncle).

  From now on, if I'm lucky enough to become an outer door disciple, I'll be qualified to call you "Shixiong" (older brother).

  "Are you an autodidact of our sect?"

  The young Taoist's eyes were sharp: "You look like you're badly hurt, how did you end up running alone into the Bloodscreen Mountains, don't you know there are extremely ferocious demonic beasts here?"

  "The disciple is here to complete the sect's mission and accumulate contribution points. He only hopes... he only hopes that in his last attempt, he can meet the two conditions for formal entry before the age of fifteen, or else..."

  Su Che's voice was hoarse and it was extremely difficult for him to speak. Having lost too much blood, he had not drunk a drop of water for many days after being seriously injured, and his throat hurt as if cut by a knife when speaking.

  "I understand, you don't need to say anything more."

  The young Taoist waved his hand, and a hint of sympathy flashed in his eyes. Relatively speaking, he was considered lucky, as he had not suffered much hardship and tribulation in his cultivation so far. He had long heard that the situation of these self-cultivating disciples was often very bleak...

  Of course, this doesn't mean that he is a person with excessive sympathy. The path of cultivation does not require sympathy or being sympathized with.