Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 244 - 115: Turmoil in Beijiang Prefecture, Fat Sheep Enter Ghost Street, Coercion and Forced Trade

Chapter 244: Chapter 115: Turmoil in Beijiang Prefecture, Fat Sheep Enter Ghost Street, Coercion and Forced Trade

He pushed open the door.

The girl in the green dress inside quickly stood up, her voice both tender and trembling, speaking softly, "Mas... Master, you’ve just returned. I... I’ve heated the water. Let me assist you with your bath and change of clothes."

Li Yuan responded with a sound.

Soon, the wooden tub was filled with warm water, steam rising.

Inside the room, a screen shielded the door, with fragrance filling the air.

Red candles burned, their wax dripping, accentuating the winter night’s chill, contrasting with the warmth inside, the bathtub, and the girl.

A copper mirror was placed on the table; Li Yuan glanced at himself, still looking like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. If it weren’t known that he was the Blood Saber Ancestor, even Xiaozhu would seem like his older sister.

At this moment, Xiaozhu was blushing deeply as she helped the young man take off his clothes. After he entered the tub, she widened her large glistening eyes, gently untying her skirt, leaving only a moon-white silk wrap.

She stepped onto the wooden ladder, sat lightly on the edge of the tub, dipped her feet into the warm water, creating subtle ripples like a dragonfly touching the water, and then submerged her long legs entirely into the water.

Once the warm water covered her shoulders, Xiaozhu took a deep breath and reached out her hands to knead Li Yuan’s shoulders, alternating between light and heavy pressure.

Li Yuan let her serve him, then closed his eyes... and opened them in the distance.

...

Hubei County...

Fang Jianlong didn’t resist. After listening to reports from several Outer Disciples, he decided to retreat to the "Xiaoliu County" to gather information, and then plan his next steps slowly.

By this time, they had already rushed back after a long while since the early morning.

Because "Xiaoliu County" was located in the heart of Beijiang Prefecture, it had no solid walls, only a boundary marker erected.

The carriage entered the county and then a tavern...

Outside the tavern, lanterns were still lit.

Bright red.

Like flowing blood.

Fortunately, it was within the county boundaries, and there were still people on the streets.

Fang Jianlong sat in the carriage, occasionally glancing left and right.

Vaguely, he noticed some shadows in the alley, as if people were bowing to the air. Midst the withered willow trees by the river, others were kneeling toward the empty waters...

The wind faintly carried sounds of fervent, hysterical chants.

"Immortal~~"

"Immortal Mountain~~"

"Immortal~~"

Such bizarre scenes and the eerie cries mixed in the early morning wind sent shivers through Fang Jianlong. He suppressed his curiosity, hastily led the two ladies into the tavern, passing through the doorway adorned with bright red lanterns, handed silver to the shopkeeper, and softly asked, "Why are there strange people in the county bowing to the air?"

The shopkeeper whispered, "People from the Immortal Worship Sect."

"Immortal Worship Sect?" Fang Jianlong asked curiously.

The shopkeeper said, "Don’t worry, sir. Ignore them, and nothing will happen."

Fang Jianlong was inexplicably reminded of the rouge in Shanbao County earlier, and his heart tightened. He gave some extra money and expressed his gratitude before leading the two singing girls to the guest room.

They shared a bed for a night.

Rolling clouds and rain...

The next day, Fang Jianlong got up, opened the window, and looked at the bustling street outside. Listening to the hawking sounds everywhere, he felt a sense of returning to a safe place in this human world.

The more he thought, the more he felt something was off about yesterday.

Surely, Xinghai clashed with the Nongyi Gang, but when martial artists fought, it typically involved violence and bloodshed. Yet, the presence of Xinghai made things strange.

Those entangled with ghosts inherently carried a mysterious air, and the way they killed was evidently mysterious too.

Fang Jianlong clenched his fists.

He was certain that, face to face, Xinghai couldn’t match a martial artist.

The problem was, martial artists didn’t understand Xinghai’s way of killing, nor did they even know who Xinghai was.

Xinghai hid in the shadows, terrifying assassins with unprecedented killing methods.

Ordinary assassins, no matter how skilled, merely used knives and guns, poison and hidden weapons. But these Xinghai... they wielded weapons beyond imagination.

"What should I do?"

Fang Jianlong pondered.

Unbeknownst to him, the copper pendant in the brocade pouch he carried started to slowly reveal his likeness, lifelike, as if a real version of him.

Then... the pendant began to show traces of ink black, and the expression on Fang Jianlong’s image on the pendant showed slight pain, as if enduring some force on his behalf.

Suddenly, the singing girl on the bed uttered sounds, calling out, "Master, the night is not yet over, come back..."

Fang Jianlong then went back.

Another bout of storm and thunder atop the bed.

Yet, strangely, the singing girl, though an ordinary woman, seemed relentless, persistently entwining around Fang Jianlong, as if ensnared by an enchantment, endlessly.

...

"Xiaozhu, what’s wrong with you?"

"Xiaozhu..."

The proprietress looked at the girl in green, leaning against the wall, and couldn’t help but laugh. She approached and said, "Did the master bully you?"

Xiaozhu hurriedly saluted, "Greetings, Madam."

Upon saluting, her legs gave out, and she nearly fell forward.

Luckily, the proprietress caught her.

"It seems the master bullied you quite harshly," the proprietress feigned anger.

Xiaozhu quickly said, "The master didn’t bully me; it’s Xiaozhu who is useless. The master... he was already very gentle, and Xiaozhu could feel his gentleness. It’s all Xiaozhu’s fault for being too weak."

The proprietress understood deeply; she knows her own man is of the Sixth Grade.

Reaching the Sixth Grade is akin to a terrifying Demon Bear, while women like them, who haven’t reached Entry Grade, are like little white rabbits.

No matter how careful the Demon Bear, they still feel ravaged.

She herself had experienced it; clearly seeing her husband so gentle, yet she almost fainted.