Mythological origins

With Zhao Zilin, a direct descendant of the Zhao family, leading the way, they would not be stupid enough to attack the Zhao family mansion head-on and confront the well-prepared Zhao Sangang.

Miss Zhao led them through many twists and turns and walked into a small alley not far from the mansion.

At the end of the alley was a deserted house, which looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. Not only were there weeds growing everywhere, but there were also spider webs everywhere, which made Zhao Zilin, who always loved cleanliness, frown.

They pushed aside the spider webs on the door of the house, passed through several dilapidated buildings, and finally came to a dry well.

"There is a passage in the well that leads directly to the core of the mansion..." Zhao Zilin said, pointing to the well.

As a family with a long heritage, this secret passage for emergency escape is naturally indispensable.

Although it may not be used for dozens or hundreds of years after it is repaired, as long as it can be used once, it is absolutely worth it.

After all, there is only one life.

"Miss, will Zhao San be prepared for this secret passage?" Zhao Zhong suddenly asked.

"Unless my father tells him." Zhao Zilin was obviously very confident about this matter.

The retreat secret passage is a top secret for any family. It has always been passed down orally between the head of the family and the next head of the family. No one else can know about this kind of thing.

"Bring your tools, let's go down the well."

At Zhao Zilin's command, the two guards behind her took out iron claws and hemp ropes from their packages and arranged them around the dry well in an orderly manner.

"If the exit is a wellhead, how can people who escape from the other side get up?" Shui Jing Shangren thought aside.

However, his doubts were soon answered.

When they came to the bottom of the well one by one, they found that there was a different world at the bottom of the well. As long as they stood on a brick at the bottom of the well accurately and turned the mechanism, they could be lifted directly to the well mouth...

Everyone walked along the secret passage under the well, about three or four hundred meters, and stopped again at Zhao Zilin's signal.

"Everyone be careful, behind the stone wall in front is the study of the master.

If we are lucky, it would be best to kill Zhao San directly in the study.

If he is not in the study, follow the second plan."

"Yes!"

Miss Zhao broke away from the team and walked to the front alone, ignoring the dust on it, and almost leaned against the stone wall.

She took out a secret compartment from an inconspicuous place on the stone wall, and then pressed the button in the secret compartment.

"Boom boom boom..."

The stone wall mechanism began to turn, and everyone saw the long-lost light again.

"The Spirit Shield Team goes first!"

Eight Qi Refining Monks with Spirit Shield Turtle Shells rushed towards the light source first.

The troops responsible for the fireball attack followed closely behind them.

The remaining Zhao Zilin and Master Jin Guang walked at the end of the team.

"Zhao... San!"

As soon as Zhao Zilin came out, she immediately saw Zhao San being protected by a mysterious man. It seemed that she was lucky to have met her enemy who was resting in the study.

"My dear niece, how are you?"

Although it was two people against twenty people now, Zhao San still seemed to be fearless.

"I'm fine, but you're in trouble."

"A few low-level Qi Refining Monks dared to confront me?!" The mysterious man revealed the identities of everyone in one breath.     "Don't waste time talking to him, set fire!"

Master Jin Guang vaguely sensed that something was wrong. The other party might be a late-stage cultivator above the seventh level of Qi Refining. If they didn't strike first, they would all be in danger today.

Ten blazing fireballs directly hit his face, but the cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining did not dodge or evade, and was ready to take the attack with his powerful Spirit Shield.

"Uncle Zhong, shoot!"

Seeing this, Master Shuijing whispered to Zhao Zhong.

Zhao Zhong immediately understood the other party's intention. While everyone's attention was focused on whether the mysterious man's Spirit Shield could withstand the ten consecutive hits of fireballs, he secretly took out a crossbow from his sleeve and fired at Zhao San behind the mysterious man!

"Ah! You dog slave!" Zhao San was not careful for a moment and was directly hit by an arrow, and he couldn't help but curse.

However, the arrow wound was not deep, only the arrowhead entered the flesh half a centimeter, and the muscles were a little painful.

This routine of making a feint to the east and attacking the west, ignoring him as nothing, completely angered the cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. He roared, and two fireballs were fired from his fingertips, rushing towards Zhao Zhong holding the crossbow.

"Miss, take care!" Zhao Zhong had experienced hundreds of battles, how could he not know the danger of this magic fireball.

He rolled over and knocked over the bookshelf in the study, letting the bookshelf block the two fireballs for him.

The bookshelf and the books on it were all burned to dust in an instant.

"It's a fire! The master's study has a fire!"

Zhao Zhong shouted and ran out of the study.

He left the mysterious monk in the study, not knowing whether to chase or not.

If he chased and killed the other party, Zhao San would definitely be killed by the people in front of him. If he didn't chase, his face would really be embarrassed.

Could he hold Zhao San in one hand and say "I'll take you to kill people"?

He was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, but he was fooled by a mortal. Is this reasonable?

"The arrow is poisonous... Save me..."

After the mysterious monk thought for a moment, Zhao San, whose face suddenly turned black, cried out.

"..."

"He was infected with the poisonous Gu Chensha that seals the throat with blood. It will be gone after ten breaths. This senior monk, I think there is no need for us to fight to the death again."

Surrounded by everyone, Miss Zhao came out and spoke proactively.

"..."

Somehow, Li Wang always felt very unhappy when he looked at this woman.

He met Zhao San, a mortal, at a small trade fair.

Then he responded to Zhao San's warm invitation and came to the Zhao Mansion as a guest. After all, one hundred spiritual stones were a welcome gift, so it was not for nothing.

The other party has been wooing him, hoping to make this late-stage Qi refining monk a guest of the Zhao family.

Because Zhao San learned from some secret channels that Miss Zhao, who survived the catastrophe, seemed to have roped in a few low-level Qi-refining monks to hide in secret and try to deal with him.

Unexpectedly, while the two parties were still negotiating terms, a group of guys poured out from the secret passage behind the study, trying to kill people aggressively...

The conditions haven't been negotiated yet, and to be honest, Li Wang is not very satisfied with the conditions given by Zhao San. The business seems to be going bad, so naturally he doesn't do his best to protect it.

A mere mortal wants to be protected by an immortal cultivator, yet he is so cunning.

Even if he casually cast a spiritual shield technique on Zhao San, he wouldn't be killed by a poisoned hidden arrow.

Poor Zhao San, who was a superstitious immortal master, thought that by standing behind the monks in the late stage of Qi Refining, he would be able to sleep peacefully, but in the end he died in an unknown manner without even saying a word.

"Wait, are you from the Yin Yang Sect?" Li Wang looked at it and seemed to have thought of something.