Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 503

Yan Chixia sighed. At first, he thought Ling Yanyan was just an ordinary person and wanted to drive him away.

Now that they know Ling Yanyan is also one of them, they naturally won't kick him out anymore.

Perhaps if he and Ling Yanyan joined forces, they could defeat the ancient demon.

Yan Chixia said to Ling Yanyan, "I've told you everything. Whether you want to leave the mountains or not is your choice."

Ling Yanyan shook his head decisively, joking that if he left this place, how could the rest of the story continue?

"Senior, I won't leave. I want to join you in destroying that wretched thousand-year-old demon."

Yan Chixia had been waiting for Ling Yanyan to say this. Upon hearing it, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "Good, as expected of someone from the Maoshan Sect, you are indeed brave. Then come with me."

He laughed heartily and walked forward, though Ling Yanyan had no idea where Yan Chixia was taking him.

However, since he had said that, Ling Yanyan believed that Yan Chixia would not harm him.

Ling Yanyan followed Yan Chixia, asking about the thousand-year-old demon from time to time along the way. He now had a great deal of understanding about the thousand-year-old demon.

To Ling Yanyan's surprise, the ancient demon was much more powerful in reality.

They are difficult to deal with, at least for Yan Chixia.

The two continued walking for another ten minutes or so, and finally arrived at Lanruo Temple.

The weather here was gloomy, and white miasma drifted from the surrounding trees.

The air was thick with eerie, ghostly energy, making the surroundings even more strange and terrifying.

However, Ling Yan Yan remained unfazed. He had seen this kind of situation too many times before, and it could no longer stir any emotion in him.

Yan Chixia had been observing Ling Yanyan's situation for some time and found that he remained calm and showed no fear whatsoever.

Yan Chixia was very satisfied with Ling Yanyan.

If Yan Chixia had faced such a bizarre situation just now, he would definitely have driven Ling Yanyan away.

Yan Chixia stroked his beard and said to Ling Yanyan with a smile, "Not bad, not bad."

Ling Yanyan found Yan Chixia's sudden outburst strange and was about to ask him what he was saying when...

A voice, tinged with hostility, suddenly came from behind them.

"Yan Chixia, I knew you were here, hahaha, I finally caught you."

Upon hearing the voice, Yan Chixia knew who it was without turning around, and his expression immediately changed.

"It's Xiahou. Why is he here at this time?"

Yan Chixia's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, clearly showing his deep disgust for Xiahou.

Ling Yanyan heard Yan Chixia's words and knew who the newcomer was. He looked at Yan Chixia with a hint of teasing and said...

"Senior, it seems like he's coming on strong. I just don't know what he wants from you."

Mentioning this, Yan Chixia's face darkened even more. He naturally knew why Xiahou had come to see him.

Yan Chixia said helplessly, "What else could he want from me? He must want to have a sword duel with me. I've already said I don't want to, but this guy is persistent and insists on it."

Ling Yanyan couldn't help but chuckle to himself; only Xiahou Jianke could put Yan Chixia in such a difficult position.

Thinking of the plot in the movie, Ling Yan Yan sighed. That swordsman Xiahou died quite unjustly.

After thinking for a moment, Ling Yanyan said to Yan Chixia.

“Senior, I just examined Xiahou’s face and found that his forehead is dark and his face looks like he is about to die. I’m afraid there will be a great disaster tonight.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia looked at Ling Yanyan with some surprise and said in astonishment.

"Oh? I didn't expect you could read faces."

Ling Yanyan smiled slightly. He had already guessed that his words would arouse Yan Chixia's suspicion, but since he had already said them, he was not afraid of them.

Faced with Yan Chixia's question, Ling Yanyan remained neither humble nor arrogant, and said calmly, "What are you saying, senior? The Maoshan Sect knows a lot of things, and I only know a little bit about them."

Yan Chixia nodded thoughtfully, and then Ling Yanyan continued.

“Senior doesn’t seem to want to fight Xiahou. In that case, I’ll deal with him myself.”

Yan Chixia asked with some concern, "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Of course, senior, you can rest assured." As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Yanyan drew the long sword he carried with him and thrust it towards Xiahou the swordsman.

Its speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, it closed in on Xiahou the swordsman.

Seeing Ling Yanyan's sudden attack, Xiahou Jianke's face darkened, and he swung his longsword to meet Ling Yanyan.

Ding!

The two longswords clashed together, producing a clear and melodious metallic clang.

"Boy, how dare you!" Xiahou Jianke sneered, glaring at Ling Yanyan and shouting angrily.

Ling Yanyan smiled coldly and said calmly, "Xiahou, your death is near. Obediently accept your fate!"

After saying that, he shifted his feet several times and disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing behind Xiahou Jianke, his long sword aimed straight at the back of Xiahou's neck.

"A mere trick!" Xiahou the swordsman sneered, turned around and struck out with a palm, knocking Ling Yanyan back several feet. At the same time, he turned back to defense and offense, his hands dancing together, and more than ten silver needles shot out, heading straight for Ling Yanyan's chest.

Seeing this, Ling Yanyan dared not be careless and quickly dodged to the side. The silver needle grazed his clothes and embedded itself in the tree trunk behind him.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After shooting out the silver needles, Xiahou the swordsman swayed and instantly rushed in front of Ling Yanyan. He punched out with his left fist, grabbed the silver needles with his right hand, pulled them out forcefully, and then threw them at Ling Yanyan.

Seeing this, Ling Yanyan dared not resist directly and hurriedly leaped up to dodge the attack of the silver needles.

Boom.

The silver needle pierced the soil and exploded instantly, but he still shook his head disdainfully, sneered, and said slowly, "Boy, no matter what tricks you play, you can't escape my grasp. You'd better surrender obediently."

Hearing this, Ling Yanyan couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "Xiahou, enough nonsense. If you have the ability, just use it and let's see who wins."

Xiahou the swordsman snorted coldly and said, "Then don't blame me for being impolite." With that, he drew a long sword from his waist and slowly walked towards Ling Yanyan.

Seeing this, Ling Yanyan couldn't help but swallow hard, secretly preparing himself.

Xiahou the swordsman, sword in hand, slowly approached. With each step closer, his aura grew stronger. Finally, he stopped in front of Ling Yanyan, staring at him with icy eyes.