CHAPTER 796: CHAPTER 401: COURTING DEATH_2

After hearing the name of Mr. Li Jiang, Zhou Yuanshou’s eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly remembered something.

"This Mr. Li Jiang, is he the Great Elder of the Medicine Immortal Pavilion?"

Zheng Yaxin was stunned for a moment, then cautiously nodded her head.

Zheng Yaxin is not a person of the cultivation world, so naturally she wouldn’t know what the significance of the Medicine Immortal Pavilion was.

Zhou Yuanshou’s heart surged with anger, and he stared coldly at Zheng Yaxin. For a moment, he even felt like killing her directly.

Zheng Yaxin was very beautiful, but no matter how beautiful a woman is, at this moment, she was still just a burden.

If it wasn’t for Zheng Yaxin, he wouldn’t have ended up in his current predicament.

The cultivation technique his master passed on to him had many flaws. Although it progressed rapidly, as long as he broke through one layer, he would endure ten times the pain.

Back then, when he chose to cultivate this technique, he didn’t know the pain would be so intense that even if he regretted it now, it was too late.

This cultivation technique emphasizes consistency; since he has cultivated this technique, he cannot change it.

His master said that if he switched to another cultivation technique, he would have to disperse his cultivation and start over, which could likely damage his foundation.

Losing his cultivation is already excessive, but if his foundation were to be damaged, wouldn’t he become just an ordinary person for the rest of his life, unable to wield power?

Zheng Yaxin was speaking, but Zhou Yuanshou’s face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Don’t kill me, Yuanshou, for the sake of our past, please don’t kill me."

Zheng Yaxin was extremely terrified, with tears in her eyes, tears filled with a desire to live.

Zhou Yuanshou glared at Zheng Yaxin once again and forcefully covered her mouth.

Of course, he wouldn’t kill Zheng Yaxin.

He stopped her from speaking not because he wanted to do something to her, but because he sensed a familiar presence.

This presence came from Lin Beichen.

But how could this be?

Even though Xiang Island was small, it still housed millions of people, coupled with surrounding mountains and covered trees. To pinpoint a specific person in this city would be extremely difficult.

After escaping with Zheng Yaxin, Zhou Yuanshou initially thought of returning to his master’s side, but then he felt an unease.

Mr. Gao was present, and he would definitely inform the master of today’s events.

Outsiders said that Master Zhou had a compassionate heart and was a living Buddha in the cultivation realm, but only Zhou Yuanshou knew that his master’s compassion stemmed from indifference to others.

In his master’s eyes, everyone was an ant, a powerless ant.

Showing a bit of compassion wouldn’t threaten himself.

If his master knew that he acted rashly and offended a great cultivator from the mainland, the master would likely push him forward to block the knife, thereby currying favor with the mainlander.

After much consideration, Zhou Yuanshou finally chose the slum of Xiang Island.

Every place has its gathering zones.

The rich gather, and the poor gather too.

The slum he was in was the largest gathering zone for the poor on Xiang Island, with about 200,000 to 300,000 impoverished people living there.

The official numbers of 200,000 to 300,000 were merely statistics; the actual numbers could be three to four times higher.

Some had smuggled in, others had been sent here for crimes.

The entire slum housed a large number of unregistered populations. Therefore, as long as Zhou Yuanshou did not go out or deliberately expose himself, no one would know he was here.

How could Lin Beichen be here?

Zhou Yuanshou lowered his breath, carefully looking outside through the small window on the wall. In almost a moment, he saw a person far away.

Talent could emerge even in the slum, so it was almost impossible to recognize a person just by appearance.

In the nearly two hundred years of history of Xiang Island, countless talents emerged from the slum, many of whom influenced the island’s fate and even became key figures manipulating the world.

But Zhou Yuanshou only needed one glance to recognize Lin Beichen.

This person was indeed extraordinary.

He appeared very ordinary, dressed ordinarily, with a common appearance, nothing stood out about him, yet he could be recognized at a glance.

Lin Beichen stood in the streets and alleys of the slum, perceiving the earth vein’s qi around, and his gaze gradually showed a hint of realization.

Contrary to Zhou Yuanshou’s thoughts, Lin Beichen actually did not know that Zhou Yuanshou was here.

He had already promised Mr. Gao not to kill Zhou Yuanshou and not to act before Mr. Gao returned.

The reason Lin Beichen came here was because he was too bored and didn’t want to accompany Yuan Yanan and others shopping, so he wandered off by himself.

As he walked, he followed the earth vein’s path to this area.

The city of Xiang Island had developed less than forty percent of its area, with the rest mostly covered by mountains and forests.

There weren’t many places for Lin Beichen to wander, so he searched for Dragon Qi along the earth vein.

Not every city possesses an earth vein, only those with exceptional feng shui where heroes gather might accumulate a hint of true dragon’s essence.

Although Lin Beichen had opened the Celestial Gate, he hadn’t had time to study the earth vein and feng shui theories.

But in his eyes, this slum was considered one of the prime true dragon lands in the world.

Anyone with a significant destiny might improve their talents or qualifications by cultivating in this place, relying on its earth vein.

However, the threshold for earth vein Dragon Qi was extremely high. Without knowing how to struggle for oneself, merely relying on luck might not yield appreciation from the earth vein even after a hundred years.

The entire slum was within Lin Beichen’s perception range.

In a moment of distraction, Lin Beichen suddenly noticed a gaze.

Lin Beichen quickly looked up and saw a familiar gaze from the fifth floor, and a strange smile crossed his face.

He didn’t want to trouble the other party, but it seemed like heaven wouldn’t spare that person.

"I hope you seize the opportunity and don’t do anything foolish."

Lin Beichen thought silently and continued walking calmly on the street, pretending not to see Zhou Yuanshou.

Although he had spotted Zhou Yuanshou, Mr. Gao had instructed him that unless the other party sought trouble, he wouldn’t act.

In the room on the fifth floor, Zhou Yuanshou’s body trembled continuously.

Lin Beichen had already noticed him, he must act, otherwise, he would certainly die.

A thought of life and death.

Zhou Yuanshou was not one to wait for death. Having just broken through his cultivation, although his body hadn’t recovered, he had mustered some courage to test.

Lin Beichen was indeed strong, but this place was extremely hidden. If his sneak attack succeeded, even if Lin Beichen didn’t die, he would be seriously injured.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yuanshou immediately knocked Zheng Yaxin unconscious and quietly went out.

Lin Beichen continued walking in the street, seemingly oblivious to Zhou Yuanshou.

The two gradually approached each other.

Zhou Yuanshou thought hiding behind the building would prevent discovery, not realizing he was already on the brink of death.

Gradually, the distance between Zhou Yuanshou and Lin Beichen narrowed to less than thirty meters.

If he took a few more steps forward, he might bump into Lin Beichen.

A trace of killing intent gathered in his hand, Zhou Yuanshou was about to act, but at this moment, a flash of cold light suddenly swept across his neck.

Before dying, Zhou Yuanshou’s eyes widened, seeing a face with a slight smile.

Zhou Yuanshou died.

When Lin Beichen struck, he had no chance to resist and collapsed heavily to the ground.

A thread of blood coiled around Lin Beichen’s finger as he looked at Zhou Yuanshou’s twisted and struggling corpse, shaking his head silently.

He had given Zhou Yuanshou many chances. In just the past few minutes, he had hundreds of opportunities to kill him, yet he hadn’t done so.

As Zhou Yuanshou sought death himself, Lin Beichen naturally wouldn’t be polite.

Killing Zhou Yuanshou was merely a matter of a slight hand gesture.