Cultivating Immortality Begins with Acting as a Girl Chapter 072

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Song Ling ()

Lu Yang ()

Jiao Xiang ()

Cui Jian City ()

Nang Ge County ()

Jiang Family ()

Suiyi City ()

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“Senior, I—”

Bang!

The dwarf still wanted to say something, but Song Ling had no interest in listening. He directly blasted his head with a punch, making him follow in the footsteps of the lion demon.

Seeing this, the remaining bandits dared not stay. They instantly scattered like birds and beasts, only regretting that their parents had given them fewer legs.

They never expected to encounter such a ruthless character this time.

It was too terrifying, truly too terrifying.

“Kill, slaughter this bunch of sons of bitches!”

Many people in the caravan had their relatives and friends tragically die under the bandits’ blades earlier. Now that the situation had reversed, how could the caravan members easily let them go? Without the leader’s command, everyone, in their anger, spontaneously began to pursue and kill the bandits.

Song Ling calmly watched this scene, no longer taking action.

After all, the crisis was now resolved. As long as the caravan was preserved and it didn’t affect his accompanying them into Cui Jian City, everything else was a minor matter, and he had no interest in interfering.

“Senior Chen, thank you for saving us. Your great kindness and virtue, Lu Yang will engrave in his heart!” Lu Yang, supported by Jiao Xiang, walked over. His face was pale, but his expression was extremely respectful, with even a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

A Xiantian Grandmaster!

The pinnacle of the martial path, the ultimate pursuit of all martial artists!

Such a powerful expert had personally saved his life just now. How could he not be excited?

“Senior Chen, it was Jiao’s fault for being blind and failing to discern senior’s true strength, making senior condescend to stay in the middle of the caravan. I hope senior will not blame me,” Jiao Xiang quickly added, his tone carrying a hint of self-reproach and apprehension.

Song Ling looked at these two, knowing that his extraordinary strength had led them to mistakenly believe he was a Xiantian Grandmaster.

However, Song Ling did not intend to explain.

Because for a first-rate martial artist to possess such strength would be even more outrageous and unbelievable than him being a Xiantian Grandmaster.

It was better to keep it this way; the journey ahead would be smoother.

Song Ling said indifferently:

“No matter. Quickly reorganize the team and continue towards Cui Jian City.”

“Yes, I will give the orders now.” Jiao Xiang bowed.

At this moment, most of the bandits had been pursued and killed, and the few remaining ones had escaped into the mountains and disappeared. Under the command of Jiao Xiang, the caravan owner, everyone quickly composed themselves and began to reorganize the team.

The injured were properly settled, and due to site limitations, the deceased could only be simply buried in pits in the forest.

Fortunately, most of them were martial artists, so they worked very efficiently. In less than half an hour, everything was basically taken care of. The caravan set off again, heading towards Cui Jian City.

Jiao Xiang wanted to invite Song Ling to the front of the caravan, but Song Ling refused. He remained in the middle of the team, mingling with the crowd.

Song Ling didn’t think he was invincible. This was the wilderness; anything could happen. If a powerful enemy truly appeared, staying in the middle of the crowd would definitely be easier to escape than being at the very front of the team.

If Jiao Xiang or Lu Yang knew Song Ling’s thoughts, they would be extremely astonished, after all, a Xiantian Grandmaster was already the peak among mortals. Apart from those high and mighty cultivators or demons, there were almost no existences that could threaten them.

Of course, in fact, they didn’t know, only thinking this was some strange eccentricity of Song Ling, a Xiantian Grandmaster.

Though they didn’t understand the reason, they dared not disobey, and thoughtfully instructed others not to pay too much attention, lest they incur the displeasure of this senior.

A day later, with Jiao Xiang’s unsparing supply of healing pills, Lu Yang’s injuries were initially stabilized. He continued to hold down the fort at the front, exerting his presence in all directions. As long as he didn’t actually fight, it was truly impossible to tell that he was strong on the outside but weak on the inside at this moment.

The caravan finally arrived at the eastern plains of Nang Ge County. The terrain here was flat and the view was open, completely different from the towering mountains they had crossed before.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon arriving here.

Based on past experience, the probability of encountering attacks would greatly decrease after entering this area.

If one looked down from the boundless sky, they would see a team of nearly a hundred people on the ground, moving slowly like ants carrying food, densely packed with goods of various sizes.

At noon, the team stopped for a rest and meal.

In the middle of the team, Song Ling, dressed in black, had put on a simple linen coverall, making him even more inconspicuous.

“Senior, here’s your.”

A boy who looked only seven or eight years old walked up to Song Ling, handed him a flatbread, and with his round, dark eyes looking at Song Ling, he said in a childish voice:

“My mother said, thanks to senior, we were able to survive.”

Song Ling looked at a woman in her early thirties standing not far behind the boy. Facing his gaze, she seemed a little flustered.

Song Ling took the flatbread from the boy’s hand, then patted his head, saying nothing.

The boy bowed to Song Ling, then ran back smiling, throwing himself into the woman’s embrace.

The afternoon sun, filtering through sparse clouds, fell on every corner of the caravan. People had various expressions, enacting the myriad forms of life.

Song Ling took a bite of the flatbread, found it a bit dry, and then took a large gulp of water.

Since entering the Jiang Family, he seemed to have not felt such a real sense of life for a long time.

Suddenly, Song Ling’s expression changed, and his gaze turned to the distant sky. He saw a blue stream of light flying rapidly from the horizon towards them. In just a moment, it changed from the size of a needlepoint to the size of a pinky finger, and a human silhouette was faintly visible.

“That is…”

Song Ling’s pupils contracted, and his mind trembled.

A cultivator?!

Even a Xiantian Grandmaster of the Tiangang realm was still a mortal. Only cultivators could achieve things like flying in the void.

As the stream of light approached, the others in the caravan also noticed its presence.

“Oh my goodness, flying in the air?! Is that an immortal master?!”

“There’s no mistake. My second aunt’s third uncle’s neighbor saw an immortal master fly over Suiyi City when he was young, and this is exactly as he described it!”

“I can’t believe I, Dai, will actually see an immortal master with my own eyes in my lifetime?!”

“Quick, kneel down! You mustn’t be disrespectful to an immortal master!”

Everyone was in an uproar. Before the stream of light even fully approached, they had all knelt down, even Lu Yang was no exception.

Song Ling lowered his eyes. To avoid standing out, he also had to kneel down with everyone else.

A moment later, the stream of light swept over the caravan. Just when everyone thought it would pass directly, it actually made a turn and slowly descended, finally hovering in the air in front of everyone.

The light dissipated, revealing the person within.

It was a man in his early twenties, standing on a broad sword. His face was pale, with a hint of gloom in his brows, and some blood was seeping from his dark green straight-sleeved robe.

No one dared to look too much, they just prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting in unison:

“Greetings, Immortal Master!”

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