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"Big Brother, we should have escaped this time!" The three brothers who had plotted against Ren Pingsheng at Wanzang Valley looked pale. The plump Third Brother cautiously asked, still shaken.
"The monster should have left. Let's wait a little longer, and once we confirm it's completely safe, we can go out," said the Scholar-like Young Man, the eldest of the three, as he carefully glanced outside before speaking.
"I never expected our luck to be this bad, running into a White-Haired Zombie. Not just us; even those Warrior Strongmen might not stand a chance against it. Big Brother, let's just give up this time. I have a bad feeling about this," sighed the usually silent Second Brother.
"Second Brother, what are you saying? We barely escaped from a great disaster; how can we give up now? Didn't they say that surviving a great calamity brings future blessings? That kid might have some good stuff on him!"
"Second Brother is right. Encountering this White-Haired Zombie was purely accidental. Since we've all escaped with our lives, what other dangers could threaten us? Since we're already here, we can't leave empty-handed. Look at that kid's position; it's only half a day's journey from here."
The three of them were indeed unfortunate. They had just entered Wanzang Valley when they discovered a strange Tomb and went to investigate, only to unearth a White-Haired Zombie.
This was the danger of Wanzang Valley; even on the outskirts, high-level Zombies could appear. These were monsters that even Warrior Strongmen found troublesome; they wouldn't want to battle them unless there was a conflict of interest.
Clearly, the luck of these three was poor. The moment they saw the White-Haired Zombie, their faces turned pale with fear. Without saying anything, they turned and ran. The speed of the White-Haired Zombie was already formidable; even an average Perfected Qi Refinement practitioner might not keep up with its pace.
The three didn't run far before they were about to be caught. Perhaps it was their luck; a few others who came to Wanzang Valley for fortune collided with them. Seizing this opportunity, the three naturally wouldn't let it slip away. As those unfortunate individuals attracted the attention of the White-Haired Zombie, they ran as far as they could.
In the end, they hid in a cave-like place for five days without daring to come out. They had heard the roars of the White-Haired Zombie from afar. It seemed it hadn't left the vicinity, making them even more hesitant to act.
Until just now, they had been hiding for seven days. Seeing that their food and water were nearly gone and that there had been no movement from the White-Haired Zombie in recent days, they thought it must have left and began contemplating their escape.
"Alright, let's leave! It seems that monster has gone," After about half a day's time and seeing no signs of movement, the three cautiously crawled out of the somewhat narrow cave.
As soon as the plump Third Brother crawled out of the cave, he was filled with terror upon seeing the White-Haired Zombie lying next to the cave entrance.
A face full of white hair was just three feet away from him, completely motionless. He could clearly see the hollow pupils filled with white, the long fangs, and the overwhelming stench that assaulted his senses.
"Ah..." The Third Brother's fearful pupils instantly widened, his face contorting in terror as a deafening scream escaped his lips. But he had only managed to scream halfway before the White-Haired Zombie bit into his neck, tearing him apart.
"Ah... monster... monster..." He struggled frantically, his limbs flailing wildly. Unfortunately, these attacks were utterly ineffective against the White-Haired Zombie. Blood was continuously drained from him, and his struggles weakened significantly.
"Help me... help... help me." The plump Third Brother, looking at the other two, ran out of the cave at an incredible speed, extending his bloodied hands in a frantic expression filled with hope and even pleading.
But the two others merely glanced back once before disappearing into the distance with faces full of fear.
They knew this was the best chance to escape. As long as the Zombie had caught its prey and no one disturbed it, it would surely finish off its meal before making another move. Of course, if it got full, that would be ideal; it would find a place to sleep. It would only come out when hungry or disturbed.
"You... you... I... curse... you all! You won't escape from... Wanzang Valley this time!" The plump Third Brother shouted in despair! He knew there was no hope for him to leave this time; he feared he would remain here forever.
Watching its prey stop struggling, the White-Haired Zombie released its grip and let out a few excited roars before beginning to feast on its meal. As for the two who had fled, it had long forgotten them. Perhaps if they crossed paths again, it might have some fragmented memories.
"Stop. That monster won't chase us anymore." The Scholar-like Young Man took a breath and halted. His expression was somewhat grim.
"Third Brother... sigh, I didn't expect that monster to be so cunning. It must have eaten those three from before over the past few days and has been waiting at the cave entrance. Maybe it was just time for feeding when Third Brother stumbled upon it." The taciturn Second Brother spoke more than usual, clearly in a bad mood.
"Forget it; we can only blame our bad luck. Let's quickly find that kid, deal with him, and then leave."
"Big Brother, you still haven't given up? I say we should just leave now."
"Hmph, I don't know if I should call it misfortune or good luck. We're not far from that kid now; it's only about an hour away. Can you not wait this little bit longer? Besides, as a disciple of the sect, he must have plenty of valuable items on him. Don't you want any?"
"Well, if it's just this much time, then let's go." The taciturn Third Brother heard this and, after a minute of silence, made up his mind.
"That's right. With the two of us, it will be easy. We'll just split the spoils later. Let's head this way." The young scholar smiled and pointed in a direction, and the two set off.
As for the nominal death of Third Brother, they merely sighed and said nothing more. Neither of them mentioned the earlier incident of not saving him; it seemed they felt no guilt whatsoever.
Reality is cruel like that; those who call each other brothers will only look out for themselves in times of danger. Forget about helping you; it's already good if they don't turn against you.
"Phew..." Finally, he had dealt with that troublesome fellow. Looking at the deep wound on the chest of the black-haired zombie, Ren Pingsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed with some relief.
This time, he had battled with the black-haired zombie for six days and five nights. Of course, there were breaks in between; otherwise, no one could endure it. During breaks, the black-haired zombie would either hunt for prey or lie down to sleep in a grave. Once Ren Pingsheng rested well, he would seek it out for another fight. Unexpectedly, this continued for six days.
It seemed that those outside who called him a madman were quite accurate in their assessment.
"Hehe, this Seven Star Sword Technique is not just perfected. I feel like I've already transcended the original sword technique; even the final high-level sword skills are starting to take shape."
His gains over these six days were astonishing. Not only had he mastered the Phantom Steps to a great extent, but his control over power now allowed him to unleash two hundred percent of his strength—an incredibly formidable attack.
Moreover, he discovered that the power of sword techniques could also be enhanced. With enough practice, increasing their power to double what it was before was not impossible. As long as he mastered his strength, achieving this would eventually come naturally.
"Going out to experience is far more effective than solitary cultivation behind closed doors. Next, I can see what kind of spirit herb has attracted everyone's attention in the Ten Thousand Burial Valley. If there's an opportunity, I might be able to get my hands on it."
Ren Pingsheng collected some corpse poison from the black-haired zombie and stored it in a porcelain bottle, having made decisions about his next steps. Of course, he would continue his training; it just wouldn't take up most of his time anymore.
A figure in green quickly disappeared into the gray mist, leaving this place quiet once again after a long time.
"Hey, that crazy guy left. I thought he would keep going," said a passerby, somewhat surprised.
However, they only regarded it as an interesting anecdote; if he left, then he left! The only thing that could capture their attention was the Elixir that could break through the Warrior Strongman bottleneck.
"Heh heh, what a coincidence, little brother. I didn't expect to run into you here," suddenly two figures blocked Ren Pingsheng's path. Upon recognizing them, his expression froze for a moment but quickly returned to normal.
"Yeah, I didn't expect to meet you guys. Where's the third person?"
"This time it's just the two of us who came in. We're hoping to try our luck," the Scholar-like Young Man explained with a gentle smile.
"Is that so? I didn't expect both of you to have such cultivation levels—one at Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement and the other at Refining Qi Ninth Layer. It seems I misjudged you before," Ren Pingsheng said calmly.
"Haha, when you're out and about, it's understandable to keep some things hidden, little brother. You came in early; do you have any news about that Elixir?"
"With so many people not having any news, do you really think I would be that lucky? Besides, I'm not solely here for this thing. Whether I get it or not doesn't really affect me."
"You're being modest, little brother. Just looking at you makes me feel like you're a person blessed by fortune. Who knows, you might actually stumble upon it! Sometimes, 'unintentionally planting willows can lead to shade.' Luck might just come your way. Little brother, let's stick together; in this dangerous place, we can look out for each other."
"Together? I'm really sorry; I don't have the habit of exploring with unfamiliar people. I appreciate the good intentions, but there's no need for further discussion. Let's part ways here!" Ren Pingsheng thought for a moment and then declined.
The impression these two gave him was not very good. Reflecting on past encounters, he felt something was off, so he simply refused.
Besides, being alone meant freedom of movement. As long as he didn't foolishly provoke a group of people, there shouldn't be much danger. As for Zombies, he was confident in his Movement Technique. If he couldn't fight them off, he could still escape.
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