Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

As soon as these words came out, the struggle in the youth's eyes disappeared and he hurriedly nodded his head.    

    

"Alright, Immortal Master, wait a moment. I'll go and tell Uncle Li."    

    

After saying that, he quickly ran out. The bag was firmly held in his hand.    

    

Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with emotion.    

    

He could tell that this young man really wanted that bag of money. It had even reached the point where he wanted it. To Yang Xuan, ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, the money had slowly faded from his sight. There was no specific concept at all.    

    

But to these ordinary people, sometimes, the importance of this bag of money was unimaginable.    

    

However, even so, the young man still suppressed the desire in his heart and wanted to return the money to him. It could be seen from his disposition.    

    

...    

    

Under the young man's explanation, the group of people gradually let down their guard against Yang Xuan. However, there was still a trace of fear in their eyes, and they did not dare to speak to him.    

    

Compared to him, the young man was much more open-minded. He kept calling out Immortal Master after Immortal Master, which made Yang Xuan feel a little embarrassed.    

    

The two of them chatted along the way. Yang Xuan probably knew about the relationship between these people.    

    

This young man's name was Zhao Wuming. Other than this young man, the rest of the people in white were the servants in the young man's house. Uncle Li was the housekeeper, and the big men were invited to bury the coffins.    

    

This young man's father was a soldier, and he had some official positions. He could make his family live a good life. However, the Chiang Country was currently in war, and his father was killed in a war. He didn't even have a corpse to bring back.    

    

The young man's mother was bedridden, and she needed to spend a large amount of money to buy medicinal herbs every day. Now that the pillar of the family was gone, and she had lost her source of income, she started to have thoughts about Yang Xuan's silver.    

    

After burying the black wooden coffin, the strong men left by themselves, leaving only the servants by their side.    

    

The group of people slowly walked forward. Not long after, a city appeared before their eyes.    

    

This city looked to be a little smaller than Qingzhou City, but it was much more heavily guarded. The city walls were filled with soldiers holding long spears, and the people entering and leaving the city gates would be strictly inspected.    

    

"Immortal Master, this is Allpine City."    

    

The young man walked at the front and said to Yang Xuan.    

    

At this moment, there weren't many people queuing to enter the city, but because of the strict rules, their speed was very slow.    

    

"You! What are you doing in the city?"    

    

"Hehe, my lord, I'm a businessman."    

    

"Buying and selling? I don't think you look like one."    

    

At the city gate, a soldier stood there aggressively. In front of him was a man in plain clothes. He was carrying a bag on his back and looked weak.    

    

When he was questioned by the soldier, the man laughed bitterly. He said, "General, I really do do do business. However, you should know about the recent situation. Business is not easy, so I can only come to City Lord to sell some small things."    

    

As he spoke, he took off the bag. When he opened it, a small wooden sculpture was revealed.    

    

"Well, that's enough. Let's go in," ___ said.    

    

The soldier looked at it and nodded. He put the person in and pointed at Yang Xuan and the others.    

    

"Hurry up, hurry up. Don't waste the time of the people behind us."    

    

The old man called Uncle Li, who was standing beside Yang Xuan and the others, immediately jogged over with a smile on his face.    

    

"You're here, you're here. Please excuse us, sir."    

    

"En, what are you doing?"    

    

"Sir, we are from the Zhao family in the city. We have just finished setting up the cenotaph for General Zhao."    

    

"Zhao family? I have some impression of them. Alright, let's go in."    

    

The soldier seemed to know something and waved his hand to let them in. He didn't even need to question them.    

    

Yang Xuan also followed. However, just as he walked to the city gate, a hand was placed on his shoulder.    

    

"Who are you? Did I let you in?"    

    

Yang Xuan turned his head and saw that it was the soldier who was interrogating him. At this moment, he was tightly holding onto Yang Xuan's shoulder. His face was full of disgust as he said, "A lousy beggar still wants to sneak into the city? Hurry up and get lost, or else you will be killed on the spot!"    

    

"Wait a minute, my lord."    

    

Zhao Wuming, who was also that young man, hurriedly ran over and said, "This Immortal Master is a distinguished guest of my family."    

    

"Important guest? Immortal Master?" The soldier's brows were tightly knitted, and the strength in his hand increased by another two points: "You are a member of the Zhao family, right? I have heard of some. Seeing that the patriarch of the Zhao family is also a general, I didn't make things difficult for you. You should know that... The current situation doesn't allow such an unknown beggar to enter the city. "    

    

After saying that, he grabbed Yang Xuan's shoulder, wanting to pull him out of the group.    

    

However, with this force, Yang Xuan did not move at all.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

The soldier looked at Yang Xuan and tried to use more strength, but it did not work.    

    

"You are asking for death!"    

    

He was a little angry. He let go of his hand and took out a long knife from his waist. He slashed at Yang Xuan with his knife, his face fierce.    

    

The long blade was extremely fast, carrying a slight wind sound. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Yang Xuan.    

    

"Ding!"    

    

A soft sound was heard. Yang Xuan stretched out his left hand. His index finger was wrapped in a layer of faint white light. When it touched the blade, it actually forcefully stopped.    

    

He frowned slightly. He glanced at the soldier and coldly said, "Is human life that worthless in your eyes?"    

    

However, because he was wearing a little embarrassing clothes at the moment, he treated ___ as a beggar. This was a small matter. He just did not let the soldier pull him. He actually wanted to kill him.    

    

Yang Xuan had killed people before, but this act of disregarding human life made him extremely disgusted.    

    

He didn't even have the chance to explain himself. If he didn't have a cultivation base, wouldn't he be dead by now?    

    

At this moment, Zhao Wuming finally reacted. His facial expression changed drastically, and he was about to step forward to stop him.    

    

As for the others, including the soldier, they were all stunned.    

    

It was just a finger, but it actually blocked the blade?    

    

"No... Impossible... He must have used some trick!"    

    

The soldier panicked. A terrifying idea appeared in his mind, and then he was instinctively ignored. His head heated up, and the long saber in his hand changed direction and slashed down again.    

    

However, this time Yang Xuan did not give him another chance. When the knife was still in the air, he kicked out, and the soldier's body flew out uncontrollably.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

He crashed into the wall behind him and spat out a mouthful of blood.    

    

Such a huge commotion naturally alarmed the other soldiers. Originally, they did not plan to pay attention to it, but now that they saw their own people being sent flying, how could they sit still?    

    

More than twenty people, holding spears, surrounded him. When the civilians who were waiting to be interrogated saw this, they hurriedly retreated.