What If I Can't Die?

The commotion here attracted the attention of the ordinary people nearby. Not long after, outside the ashes, a circle of people filled up the place.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't come for nothing. Immortals are indeed extraordinary."

"What immortal? This is Buddha. He's going to the Western Pure Lands in the future."

"Immortals, Buddhas… aren't they all the same?"

"Why are you looking at the man when there's a fairy beside him. She's so beautiful."

Song Shi opened his eyes amidst a series of chirping sounds. His eyes contained a golden glow, making him look extraordinary.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he was a little speechless. "Aren't you afraid of the plague by gathering here?"

During this period of time, the plague had been very fierce. Sometimes, an entire village would be wiped out and white cloths were hung everywhere in Silken City in mourning. There were very few people on the road, and it had been a long time since they'd seen so many people gathered together.

"The immortal spoke to us!"

"Immortal, we are all people who survived the plague. We are not afraid of the plague anymore!"

The group of people spoke at once, making Song Shi realize that they were all survivors. From a scientific point of view, there was indeed no concerns of them catching the plague anymore.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew over. He suddenly felt cold all over and looked down.

"F***

Song Shi hurriedly took out a set of spare clothes and put them on. Seeing that everyone was still staring at him, he felt embarrassed when he thought about how he had probably exposed his nude self just now.

He said shamelessly, "What are you looking at? There's nothing to see anymore, go home and do what you have to do now."

Everyone took a step back in fear, but they still didn't retreat. Instead, more people came over.

"Young Master!"

Liu Ruxue walked lightly like a flower of the snow lotus and arrived in front of Song Shi bringing over a fragrance.

Her eyes were filled with joy, "Congratulations, Young Master. You've successfully reached the Foundation Establishment realm and even cultivated a Dharma Body. Your strength far exceeds ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Elder Yuan, Big Smart, and Mei Niang stood at the side with smiles.

"Thank you for guarding me for half a day."

Song Shi smiled at Elder Yuan and the other two. He walked over and held Liu Ruxue's hand then asked, "Shall we continue?"

Seeing Song Shi holding Liu Ruxue's hand and even hugging her waist, the crowd immediately exploded in gossip.

"Aiya, look, this isn't a Buddha. How can a Buddha be so intimate with women?"

"You're ignorant. Haven't you heard of the Joyful Buddha?"

At this moment, Song Shi also realized that his hair had been destroyed because it could not withstand the stronger Nine Yang Essence Energy and he had become bald. However, he still felt depressed that he was treated as a monk.

He carried Liu Ruxue and said as they walked, "Xue'er, do I look like a monk?"

Liu Ruxue looked at Song Shi with her beautiful eyes. She covered her mouth and smiled. "You really do look like a Buddhist disciple."

"…"

Song Shi scratched his head and coughed. "Let's not lower ourselves to these people's level. Let's leave quickly."

They tapped on the ground and flew up lightly, quickly leaving the crowd, leaving behind a group of people who were inexplicably excited to see them fly.

"Elder Yuan, I didn't delay your schedule, right?"

Song Shi looked at Elder Yuan apologetically. He was rather grateful that Elder Yuan had personally protected him.

"No, it's a surprise for us that Young Master Song can break through."

Just as Elder Yuan was about to mention the sect, a middle-aged man in government clothes walked over.

This person was in his forties. There were birds embroidered on the officials' clothes. He had a square face and wide ears. His eyes were slightly small and he walked with a majestic gait. Behind him were more than ten cultivators.

"I'm the prefecture leader of Silken City, Wang Huiwu. I'm here to invite Young Master Song to join my residence to train as one of my army."

Cultivator Army were a special army formed by cultivators. They belonged to the special military forces of Great Qian. Their role was different from departments like the Demon Slayers Division. They mainly target battles between cultivators.

"Not interested."

Song Shi could not be bothered to ask further and directly refused. He had already decided to be free and did not want to restrain himself.

The latter's smile froze, and he said meaningfully, "Are you going to the Yao Moon Palace? That's not a good place."

"Lord Wang, I don't like what you're saying. My Yao Moon Palace didn't attack you. Why are you badmouthing us?"

Elder Yuan retorted coldly.

"Ahem, that's not what I meant. I just feel that Young Master Song going to a sect with mostly female cultivators is not good for your health."

Wang Huiwu said meaningfully.

"I can handle it."

Song Shi patted his chest. How could a man back down in such a situation?

Wang Huiwu was speechless. Did this kid not know how dangerous those women in the Yao Moon Palace were?

"If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave first."

Elder Yuan's face was cold. She was unwilling to let Wang Huiwu continue to recruit Song Shi.

"Young Master Song is a cultivator was born from our Silken City. I wish you a smooth cultivation path. Come back more often when you're free. I'll definitely treat you to a banquet."

Wang Huiwu tactfully stopped persuading him and wished him well with a few lines.

"Young Master Song's identity in the Demon Slayers Division will be effective at any time."

A man beside Wang Huiwu spoke.

"Thanks a lot."

Song Shi cupped his fists and did not pay much attention to how generous they were being. The other party was only saying all these because he had reached the Foundation Establishment realm.

The five of them turned around and left. Wang Huiwu looked at Song Shi's back and narrowed his eyes.

"His Talent is indeed outstanding. I hope this kid doesn't join the Demon Cult. Otherwise, he will be a huge problem to us in the future."

Wang Huiwu muttered.

"I don't think so. After all, the demonic sect has killed many people from his family. However, the Yao Moon Palace is wavering. It's indeed very troublesome for them to sit this one out."

The commander of the Demon Slayers Division beside Wang Huiwu shook his head and expressed his opinion.

"We should tell the Lord about what happened. He also thinks quite highly of this kid."

Wang Huiwu brought his men back and reported Song Shi's insistence on going to the Yao Moon Palace.

When the white-robed scholar heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "Young people are so naive. Don't he know that those women from the Yao Moon Palace are people who eat people without spitting out their <anno data-annotation-id="6dcfd813-7473-4de4-a350-02ee6138ba0e">bones?</anno> When his body is squeezed dry and his essence is emptied, he will regret it."

Everyone could not help but reveal a smile that all men understood.

"I can only say that this person is too entranced from being charmed by a woman and doesn't know that his life is in danger."

Wang Huiwu had a mocking expression on his face.

"I understand. Everyone, you can go off now. This is only one young genius. After we lost control of keeping tabs on the number of cultivators, many more will definitely appear. Don't worry too much."

The white-robed scholar waved his hand and let Wang Huiwu and the others leave.

After waiting for a moment, he muttered to himself, "Although there's no need to recruit this young man, the source of information on the Yao Moon Palace must be maintained. Feiyu, secretly develop Song Shi into a spy and keep an eye on the internal situation of the Yao Moon Palace. If they really have any thoughts on taking sides…"

The white-robed Confucian scholar paused for a moment and a cold light appeared in his eyes. "It's better to destroy them in advance than to be flustered about what to do when they join the rebel army in the future."

"Yes!"

A voice answered in the dark, then quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The white-robed Confucian scholar opened a map and looked at the red area on it. He frowned.

"The rebels this time are different from before. They have no bottom line and are wreaking havoc everywhere. They're really not easy to deal with."

His gaze landed on the Thousand Poisons Mountain Range and something flickered in his dark gaze.

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