Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Zhao Mu walked out of the tavern calmly, raised his head, and casually glanced at the Aogu Sword Sect, which had been razed to the ground on the distant mountain.

"Hey, why do you have to set up a blood curse formation?"

Zhao Mu shook his head: "I was not ready to destroy you, but the blood curse formation's killing power may really find the main body."

"I don't want to take this risk, so I can only take the initiative and destroy you."

While muttering, he walked along the bustling streets and walked out of the city.

The people on the street have recovered from the shock just now.

Everyone is talking about the destruction of the Aogu Sword Sect.

Some people are worried that the person who destroyed the Aogu Sword Sect will come back to destroy the Aogu City?

Some people are worried that without the protection of the Aogu Sword Sect, where will the future of the Aogu City go?

Will Aogu City be taken over by other immortal sects? After all, many immortal sects around are very interested in this land.

However, apart from worrying about their own fate, Zhao Mu did not see too much sadness about the death of their relatives in the eyes of these people.

That's right.

The cultivators in the Aogu Sword Sect are the ancestors of the people of Aogu City for several generations.

Let alone meeting each other, most people probably don't even know each other's existence.

In this case, who would be sad because of the death of a stranger?

"Before crossing, things like killing people's eighteen generations of ancestors usually only stay in words."

"After all, in the world before, no one could live for hundreds or even thousands of years, but in this world, it's completely different."

"I destroyed the Aogu Sword Sect today. For the people of Aogu City, it should be considered as the destruction of their eighteen generations of ancestors, right?"

Zhao Mu looked strange, always feeling that his thoughts were a little off.

He shook his head and continued to move forward.

Suddenly, two monks hurried out of the inn on the street next to them.

"Brother, who do you think destroyed the Aogu Sword Sect?"

"Who knows? The man just now never showed up. Obviously, he didn't want people to know who he was."

"Damn it. We were ordered to monitor the Aogu Sword Sect. We didn't expect such a thing to happen. I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain when we go back."

"What's difficult to explain? The man who destroyed the Aogu Sword Sect is not someone we can contend with. Can Master Zhenru still ask us to fight against such an existence?"

"That's right. Then let's hurry back to Sansheng Zen Temple and report the matter here to Master Zhenru in detail as soon as possible."

As the two monks spoke, they soared into the sky and flew to the distant sky.

"So he is a disciple of Sansheng Zen Temple. Sure enough, that old bald donkey Zhenru has been secretly monitoring Aogu Sword Sect."

"This time, destroying Aogu Sword Sect can be regarded as cutting off the clues of that old bald donkey and finding the master."

"But I don't like it. I always defend but don't attack. It seems that it is time to deal with the old bald donkey Zhenru."

Zhao Mu was thoughtful.

...

After leaving Aogu City, Zhao Mu bought a carriage casually, and enjoyed the scenery all the way, while slowly walking towards Ziwei Daomen.

Night!

The breeze blew the woods, making a rustling sound.

At this time in the woods, a bonfire was jumping in the night, and seven or eight young men and women were eating and chatting around the bonfire.

Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves came from outside the woods, and then a carriage drove into the woods.

There was no driver on the carriage, but it was running quite smoothly.

And inside the carriage, there was a faint sound of snoring.

The young men quieted down, turned their heads, and looked at the carriage warily.

There was a faint fluctuation of mana on their bodies. Obviously, they were all cultivators, but their cultivation level did not seem to be very high.

At this time, the carriage finally stopped, and then the curtain in front of the carriage was lifted, and a Taoist priest with sleepy eyes walked down.

"Hehe, fellow Taoists, are you eating?"

Zhao Mu stretched his waist, walked over with a smile, and sat down by the campfire.

"Meeting is fate, I believe you won't mind if I give you an extra pair of chopsticks?"

"Do you mind? Haven't you already sat down?"

A pretty female cultivator rolled her eyes and said.

"Xue'er, don't talk nonsense."

Next to the female cultivator, a young man who looked like a leader shouted softly.

The young man glanced at the others again, asking them not to act rashly.

After all, Zhao Mu's appearance was too abrupt. Before figuring out Zhao Mu's identity and cultivation level, he thought it would be better not to have a conflict.

The young man bowed to Zhao Mu and said, "My name is Sun Ming. What's your name?"

"I'm Wanyu, nice to meet you all."

Zhao Mu smiled and said, "Where are you going? Why are you resting here? Isn't it safe in the wilderness?"

"What are you afraid of? We are all cultivators. Can we be afraid of wild beasts in the wilderness?"

The female cultivator named Xue'er said with a look of disdain.

"If there were only wild beasts, it would be fine. But there are more than just wild beasts in this forest."

"Fellow Daoist Wanyu, what do you mean by that?" Sun Ming asked with a frown.

"Haha, you'll know in a moment."

Zhao Mu looked at the barbecue on the campfire: "This leg of lamb should be almost done. Tsk tsk, if you don't mind, how about letting me have a taste?"

He asked how it was, but his subordinates took the leg of lamb and started to chew it without any politeness.

"What's going on with you guy? They haven't agreed to let you eat it yet, so why did you do it?"

Xue'er was very dissatisfied and actually rushed over to grab the leg of lamb, but Zhao Mu dodged away.

Is this okay if one of your own is bullied?

When other people saw this, they immediately wanted to take action.

"Just stay still."

Suddenly Sun Ming shouted loudly, suppressing everyone.

He looked at Xue'er again: "Go back and sit down. If I don't let you talk, shut up."

"But……"

Xue'er wanted to refute, but Sun Ming glared at her and immediately sat back obediently.

But she was still unconvinced and glared at Zhao Mu fiercely with her pretty eyes.

"Haha, the craftsmanship is good, who baked it?"

Zhao Mu turned a blind eye and asked with his mouth full of meat, muttering.

"Hmph, these meats are roasted by my senior brother. If you can eat them, you are lucky."

Xueer puffed out her cheeks and said angrily.

"Haha, since fellow Taoist Wan Yu likes to eat, then eat more."

Sun Ming smiled, picked up another leg of lamb and handed it over.

But Zhao Mu waved his hand: "No need, I'll save your life tonight in exchange for a leg of mutton. We don't owe each other anything. It's just right."

"Why save our lives? Let's stay here and eat. Is there any danger?"

Xue'er snorted: "You guys just eat and drink, but you still pretend to be a ghost. Do you really think we are easy to deceive?"

But Sun Ming's face became serious. He always felt that the Taoist priest in front of him was anything but simple.

So he asked: "Fellow Taoist Wanyu, I wonder what you mean by saving our lives?"