Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The soldier at the front pushed Zhao Wuming away. His actions were rude. Zhao Wuming was only a teenager, and he was almost pushed to the ground.    

Those soldiers did not care about this. Their faces were filled with murderous intent, and the spears in their hands were pointed at Yang Xuan.    

"Kneel on the ground immediately and raise your hand to surrender. Otherwise, kill without mercy!"    

"Alright, another one to kill without mercy."    

Yang Xuan sneered and looked around at the spears pointed at him. The anger in his eyes gradually rose.    

At this time, the soldier who was hit on the wall not far away also stood up. He held his stomach with one hand. His facial features were distorted and looked very painful.    

"That guy... is a traitor! Cough cough, quick, kill him!"    

The soldier's eyes turned red and his other hand trembled as he pointed at Yang Xuan. However, before he could say anything, he bowed again and squatted on the ground in pain. He coughed out a mouthful of blood.    

Yang Xuan had used some Spiritual Force just now. Although it did not take his life directly, he would have to lie in bed for at least half a month.    

When the other soldiers heard him, they hesitated for a moment before pressing forward.    

Zhao Wuming's expression changed drastically. He did not care about the situation and quickly squeezed through the gap between them. He stretched out his hands to block in front of Yang Xuan.    

"Wait a moment! This Immortal Master is not a traitor!"    

Zhao Wuming's face had some scratches on it, and his clothes were also a bit dirty and messy. He had been scraped by these people just now.    

"Immortal Master?"    

A few soldiers were stunned on the spot. They looked at each other in surprise and bewilderment.    

In the Chiang Country, the Immortal Master was a high and mighty existence, the difference between them and them was like the difference between clouds and mud. Naturally, they could not be provoked, not to mention the few soldiers who were defending the city. Even an ordinary general would find it hard to have a good ending if they provoked the Immortal Master.    

These few people were clearly much more rational than the soldier from before. After all, it was better to believe that such a thing existed than not. If it was not done properly, he would be finished.    

Seeing that these few people were stunned, Zhao Wuming's face immediately revealed a trace of joy as he hurriedly nodded his head and said.    

"Yes, this is an Immortal Master that came from a distant country. We encountered it by chance today."    

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Yang Xuan and said urgently, "Lord Immortal Master, quickly display your immortal technique. As long as you prove your identity, they won't make things difficult for you."    

Yang Xuan frowned.    

"Reveal your identity? If I wasn't the Immortal Master, would I die here today?"    

"This..."    

The soldiers were stunned. Yang Xuan's words had sealed off their escape route and forced them to make a choice.    

"No, as long as your identity is clear, we will not do anything to you."    

One of them thought for a moment and said.    

Yang Xuan sneered again. How could he not understand what these guys were thinking? They were just trying to give him a way out. This so-called identity was not decided by them.    

After thinking for a moment, he fixed his eyes on the few of them. He stretched out his hand, and a white light instantly emerged from his palm. Then, it wrapped around his hand, creating a mysterious white fog.    

"This... is really an Immortal Master!"    

The soldiers were stunned. They looked at each other and swallowed their saliva.    

In the distance, the crowd that was watching also cried out in alarm. They all took two steps forward, wanting to see more clearly.    

"Tsk tsk, Immortal Master!"    

"Hehe, I'll have to brag when I get back."    

"That's right, that's right. I never thought that we would be able to see the legendary Immortal Master in a place like this. It's truly a blessing that we've cultivated for eight lifetimes."    

"I don't know about anything else, but these guys are probably going to have bad luck. They actually dared to provoke the Immortal Master."    

As the group of people chatted, some of the girls' eyes shone with extraordinary splendor. An existence on the level of the Immortal Master, as long as they had a little bit of relationship with it, it would be difficult for them not to make a meteoric rise in the future.    

Compared to the surrounding crowd, the expressions of the soldiers were much more complicated. Some of them were panicking, and some of them were rejoicing.    

"Fortunately, I saw the scene of him using one finger to receive the blade. Otherwise, I'm afraid that he would have died for sure."    

The soldier who had spoken to Yang Xuan before could not help but sigh in his heart. He gave a look to the few people beside him and hurriedly knelt down. The long spear in his hand was thrown to the side.    

"We didn't know that the Immortal Master had come. Please forgive us!"    

The group of soldiers shouted in unison. Even those in the outer perimeter knelt down as well. Their faces were filled with fear.    

Looking at the expressions and actions of these people, Yang Xuan felt somewhat uncomfortable in his heart. However, he did not pay too much attention to them at this moment. His expression turned cold as he said in a cold voice, " Humph! If I wasn't a cultivator, I'm afraid I would be dead by now!"    

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the soldiers instantly changed. They prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear, not daring to reply.    

Yang Xuan didn't pay attention to these people. Instead, he walked straight out of the encirclement. Within his body, a faint Qi spread out in all directions.    

He just wanted to find a place to temporarily settle down. Just because he was wearing tattered clothes, he was actually chased away, and even almost killed.    

The soldier on the ground was almost scared silly. He struggled to raise his head to look at Yang Xuan, his eyes full of fear.    

"No... Don't... Don't kill me..."    

He said with a trembling voice. He squatted down and fell to the ground. With the support of his hands, he retreated quite a distance.    

Yang Xuan looked down at him from above. His eyes sparkled. No one knew what he was thinking.    

At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from the city gate.    

"Move aside! Move aside!"    

The crowd quickly dispersed. The civilians and soldiers watching from the city gate quickly moved to the sides. After a while, some soldiers wearing special armor rushed out.    

Even their faces were covered by the armor. As the horses moved, the armor on their bodies kept rubbing against each other, making loud noises.    

"These are... people from the City Lord's Mansion!"    

Some of the common people said the origin of the cavalry, which made Yang Xuan feel strange. He raised his head and looked over.    

There were more than a hundred of these cavalry, and the sound of horse hooves echoed around the small city gate. It was a bit creepy.    

They were very fast, and soon they arrived in front of Yang Xuan. They did not speak, but just stood on both sides of the road. The long swords hanging from their waists were very cold.    

One of them. A figure appeared in the middle of the group. When they were close, they could see that it was a slightly plump middle-aged man.