Chapter 55: Having Things One Cannot Do

  "What's this? The Hundred Eyes Demon Lord?" Ximen Shuai turned his head, saw a purple cloud rapidly moving towards the Emerald Valley, and was shocked. He immediately mounted the Qiankun Circle and fled.

  The three of them didn't hesitate and immediately fled, with the Hundred Eyes Demon Lord falling into the Emerald Valley. He let out a mournful roar and a purple cloud rapidly chased after the four of them. A large hand stretched out from within the purple cloud, reaching for the four who were flying close to the ground.

  Lin Fan was running at the front, slowly being caught up by the other three. He used the "Shrinking Heaven and Earth" spell twice, although the distance wasn't far, but his true energy consumption was huge, he didn't dare to use it again, and could only ride the bamboo sword to escape. Zhang Tongyuan's speed was the fastest, he rode his flying sword, fully displaying the White Rainbow Sword's speed. Next was Xi Men Shuai who rode the Qian Kun Circle, and last was Jue Se.

  "Give me back my wife's life." A voice came chasing after, apparently someone was very angry.

  "Your wife is not dead, she's in the house, go look again."

  Zi Yun's large hand reached out towards Jue Se, who was shocked: "I was just joking, your wife's corpse is in the hands of that little Daoist."

  A purple lightning bolt shot out from the giant hand, striking Lin Fan. Lin Fan scattered his body into numerous smaller bodies to receive the lightning bolt, which exploded and shattered them into dust. Ximen Commander said in a flat tone, "The Hundred Eyes Demon Lord has likely mastered the art of creating clones. You're seeking your own doom." Only after achieving the state of Yuanying can one cultivate the technique of creating clones, not just an illusion, but actual clones. This Hundred Eyes Demon Lord has already entered the realm of Small Perfection and is a sect master with endless magical treasures and techniques at his disposal. He's absolutely not someone that all four of them can match up against. The clone may not necessarily look like the real Hundred Eyes Demon Lord; this purple cloud is likely one of his clones.

  "Split up and run!" Zhang Tongyuan ran the fastest, but also reminded them that although these three men were detestable and had stolen their things, they still didn't want to see them die here.

  Lin Fan grasped the corpse of the demon fox with his left hand, and hated himself for not having a Qiankun bag to store it in. If he had a Qiankun bag, why would he still be holding onto it?

  Ximen Shuai was the most calm: "Enter the evil sect's gate, trigger the law array to block the enemy." This is a desperate measure, rushing into the evil sect's law array range and then triggering the law array. The Purple Cloud is the strongest, and will definitely be hit by the law array first. However, this method has an 80-90% chance of getting oneself trapped, as the protective law array is not something that an ordinary expert can withstand. If it can block the Purple Cloud, then taking down one of the four people would be a trivial matter.

  "May good fortune follow you, I'm leaving." Suddenly, a golden guardian appeared to block the grab of Zi Yun's large hand and quickly separated to escape.

  People die for wealth, birds perish for food. Lin Fan thought of giving the corpse to Zhang Tongyuan, but as it stands now, that would harm Zhang Tongyuan. This purple cloud is coming with a strong momentum, targeting one person, and there's no way to escape. If throwing away the corpse could make the purple cloud give up its revenge pursuit, he would definitely do it.

  Ximen Shuai let out a loud shout, the Qiankun Circle suddenly expanded, striking the purple cloud at an angle. The purple cloud paused, and a hundred purple lightning bolts flew out from within it, directly knocking the Qiankun Circle into dormancy. Ximen Shuai sighed: "I can only help you this far." He parted ways with Lin Fan, who was riding the ancient sword. If it were before, Ximen Shuai would have definitely thought that Lin Fan was greedy for treasure, but now he knew that Lin Fan couldn't get rid of this hot potato.

  Throwing it to himself or Zhang Tongyuan would be unjust, throwing it on the ground would be useless. Others will still come after them to avenge their dead, Zi Yun's goal is revenge, not robbing corpses. Four targets, because Lin Fan carries the corpse, so Lin Fan becomes the target.

  Zhang Tongyuan also understood the pros and cons, flew to one side, let Lin Fan fly over, without mentioning taking the corpse to him, he acknowledged that he couldn't carry it down himself, and he hadn't reached the point of dying for his Taoist friend. As for Lin Fan? He was similar to Zhang Tongyuan, if Zhang Tongyuan took it, he would absolutely not sacrifice himself to block Zi Yun. However, asking him to frame Zhang Tongyuan, he couldn't do that either.

  Zhang Tongyuan shouted: "Twenty miles ahead, there is a poisonous fog." After speaking, Yu Jian and Zi Yun fought together, just to block the opponent for a while, giving Lin Fan enough time.

  "Thanks!" Lin Feng smiled bitterly, twenty miles? Within ten miles, he would be finished himself. Moreover, entering the miasma and fog, it's not necessarily better than Zi Yun's outcome, who knows what kind of monsters or ghosts are there.

  Lin Fan's fingers moved swiftly, and the Green Jade Buddha Knife flew out. He blocked the Purple Cloud for a moment, but it was quickly extinguished by the Purple Thunder and fell to the ground, dormant. At this time, Lin Fan had already seen the vast expanse of fog in front of him. Turning his head back, he gritted his teeth and activated the Shrink Heaven and Earth technique, sprinting forward at high speed. As he approached the fog, his true energy was completely depleted, unable to muster even a thread of it. From within the Purple Cloud, countless Purple Thunders flew out, covering the sky, with several hitting Lin Fan directly. The jade pendant on Lin Fan's chest shattered into pieces. This was the protective jade pendant given by San San Zhen Ren, which had the legend of replacing one's life in times of crisis.

  The dead do not die in poverty, Lin Fan thought of the ten true sayings that San San Zhenren had passed down to him. Lin Fan sighed bitterly in his heart, he couldn't do it himself, and it was also a case of reaping what he sowed. Just thinking about this, Lin Fan was blown into the mist by the explosive force of the purple lightning. Zi Yun stopped outside the mist, hesitating for a moment before finally not pursuing further.

  ……

  Lin Fan woke up, looking around, and found himself in a small wooden hut. He hadn't died after all. Lin Fan tried to circulate his true energy, but his breath couldn't rise at all. His divine sense checked the foundation of his cultivation, and the lotus seed that was the foundation was wilted and limp. According to the records, this was the reaction of the lotus seed after suffering a severe injury, and he could only wait for the lotus seed to recover on its own before he could circulate his true energy again.

  Lin Fan moved his body, still okay, swaying as he stood up, pushed open the wooden door, and a woman wearing coarse cloth was outside the stove adding firewood. The stove was simmering medicine, and the fragrance of the medicine wafted through the air. The woman heard the noise, turned her head in surprise and exclaimed: "You're awake?"

  Lin Fan took a step back, Lin Fan himself did not judge people by their appearance, but this woman seemed to be too ugly, her face had no dark circles, her voice was pleasant, and her facial features were regular. Wasn't that good? No, because the woman's face was full of acne, some of which had already become abscesses.

  The girl saw Lin Fan's action and immediately covered her face with one hand: "Scared you?"

  "Really... no, you saved me?"

  "No, it was Grandma who saved you." The woman said: "You sit for a while, I'll go tell Grandma right away. By the way, Grandma has a request, you just agree to it, remember."

  Lin was filled with doubts and worries, nodded, and sat down on a stone chair at the side. The environment here was ordinary, with a muddy pond in front of the house emitting a foul odor. Half a mile away, thick fog surrounded everything, making it impossible to see anything except for withered trees. The environment was as detestable as the woman's appearance.

  Half a cup of tea time, a woman in her fifties and an ugly girl walked out of the fog. Although she was old, she wore a red silk dress with wide sleeves and a red silk ribbon tied on her head. The old woman walked to Lin Fan's front, looked at him for a while, nodded: "Not bad."

  "May I ask if the benefactor is a shrine maiden?" Lin Fan asked after bowing slightly.

  The Wu (shaman) has been recorded in the Spring and Autumn Annals, who is a person of sacrifice and rain-seeking. The Classic of Mountains and Seas records that the left hand of the Wu holds a green snake and the right hand holds a red snake. In the Xiu Zhen world, there are Wu, but no matter whether it's the evil demon or the Buddhist family, they all hold an attitude of not getting close to the Wu. The so-called Wu in the Xiu Zhen world is called the Wu tribe, referring to those who practice a certain technique or worship a certain god and are rejected by the gods. This does not specifically refer to women because these tribes have Wu for sacrifice, so they are also called the Wu tribe. For example, people of the Hou Tu tribe, when giving birth to children, the mother will die after 100 days, but at the same time, they are given the ability to predict the future. Because of this, the Wu tribe has almost completely become extinct today.