Volume 6: Overseas Chapter 273: Elixir of Immortality
At dawn, just as night was about to break, a sudden wind and a surge of waves arose over the East China Sea. From a distance, one could see the waves rising and falling with a rumble like thunder. The waves crashed against the shore, and the dark waves instantly exploded into white flowers, scattering several feet high, with a startling momentum.
On the beach, beside several bonfires that had not yet burned out, some people were lying, some were sitting, some were sleeping with knives in their arms, and some were already drunk.
There were several ships moored on the shore, with people on board. They were extremely alert and kept their eyes fixed on the depths of the Central Plains and the end of the beach.
These people, men and women, old and young, all wore clothing distinctly different from that of the Chinese, even their hair styles differing from those of the Han people. They all wore wide-sleeved wooden clogs, their hair dishevelled and their faces grimy. In their arms and bobs, they held strange weapons, resembling knives but not knives, swords but not swords. Some were over a foot long, some were six feet long, their blades clad in black sheaths, their blades still razor-sharp.
Fuso Ronin.
There were also many injured people, some were injured by hidden weapons, some were injured by swords, some had broken arms and fingers, and their bodies were covered with blood.
On board.
A gray-robed man sat cross-legged, sword across his knees, and spoke in a stiff voice, "Who is this Tianxia Alliance? Why is it always picking on us? "
This person's eyes were as dark as water, and his words were filled with unspeakable resentment. He gnashed his teeth in hatred, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
Someone immediately responded, "This Tianxia Alliance is truly extraordinary . It dominates the Central Plains and is filled with experts. All you can do right now is to temporarily avoid the limelight and stay away."
"Retreat?" The gray-robed man's eyes suddenly hardened, his stern expression suddenly becoming somewhat ferocious. "Are there so many masters? Compared to my Fusang swordsmanship, they are all useless and incompetent. One day in the future, when my swordsmanship is perfected, I will definitely wipe out the so-called Central Plains martial arts world."
The person who answered was a fat man with a round figure. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked like a businessman. He looked friendly and smiling, but there was contempt in his eyes.
The fat man stood aside with his arms folded, looking at the festering scars on the gray-robed man's cheeks. He calmly took a step back and said with a smile, "I advise you to retreat as far as possible. I don't know where the World Alliance got the Dutch shipbuilding technology from. Now, all the troops on the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers have heard the news and are moving, as if they are commanding the seven seas."
Speaking of this, the fat man couldn't help but marvel at it. They all knew that the Tianxia Alliance had risen, but they didn't expect that man's ambition was so big. Not only did he want to dominate the Central Plains, he even didn't intend to let go of the West and the sea.
The gray-robed man also calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Are you asking me to return to Fusang?"
The fat man sneered: "Fusang? Just your tiny country, hehe..."
He was about to say more, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the gray-robed man slowly raising his sword. He smiled strangely and took several steps back. "By the way, how's the thing I asked you to do going? Do you have what I need?"
The gray-robed man had a stiff expression and said with a forced smile, "What was the price we agreed on?"
The fat man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Didn't we agree on ten thousand taels?"
The gray-robed man laughed strangely, "You remembered it wrong, it was clearly thirty thousand taels."
Before the fat man could speak, the gray-robed man continued, "Two days ago, I met a group of wanderers at sea and got a corpse from them."
"I see, haha, the price is negotiable." The fat man's eyes flickered and he asked curiously, "What kind of corpse is it?"
When the word "corpse" was mentioned, the gray-robed man's eyes seemed to be filled with unspeakable horror, and then he ordered someone to move a roll of straw mat from under the deck.
As soon as the straw mat was spread out, everyone on the boat subconsciously held their breath, not daring to breathe.
But there was a corpse wrapped in the straw mat, an unusual dead person.
Although this person was lifeless and had been dead for many days, there was no sign of decay on his body, not even a trace of strange smell. He looked like he was sleeping soundly, as if he was still alive.
As soon as the fat man saw this person, his smiling eyes widened involuntarily and he could no longer look away.
The corpse was a middle-aged man, stripped of his clothes. His shoulders were broader than those of an ordinary person, his skin was like bronze, he was tall and strong, with thick eyebrows as thick as dragons and snakes, and he looked very majestic.
The gray-robed man asked tentatively, "Although it's almost late autumn, this corpse has managed to remain intact even after being submerged in seawater, and its complexion remains vibrant. Could it be the overseas deity you people in the Central Plains speak of?"
The fat man walked around the body and whispered, "Did you ask those people where they found this body?"
The gray-robed man grinned and said, "I asked, but that's a different price."
The fat man asked again, "Did you move the body?"
The gray-robed man stood up and said calmly, "Of course I did. Before, I had a set of tattered clothes and..."
The other party seemed to be trying to keep people in suspense and stopped talking halfway.
It wasn't until the fat man pulled out a few silver bills from his pocket that the gray-robed man took them and said with a smile, "And a jade pendant with the word 'Zhu' on it. Besides that, the corpse originally had a flying knife in its hand, but I saw it was useless and threw it into the sea."
"Flying knife?" The fat man's expression suddenly became somewhat calm, but his pupils were shrinking rapidly. "Is it really a flying knife?"
The gray-robed man nodded, "No doubt about it. The flying knife is only three inches long, very ordinary."
The fat man's gaze suddenly fixed on the corpse's brow. There was a shallow bloody hole there, but it was not a knife wound, but a sword wound.
Killed with one sword.
This means that this person had fought against at least two top masters before his death.
The fat man couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Flying knife, sword wound, the owner of the flying knife and the person who swung the sword are not difficult to guess by looking at the world.
More than three months ago, since Li Xunhuan and others set out to sea, there was finally news.
The fat man looked at the changes in the sword wound again. Not only did it not rot or decay, but it even formed a blood scab, which was just like seeing a ghost.
The gray-robed people couldn't help but ask, "Is he not dead?"
The fat man sighed softly, "How is that possible? This man has been dead for at least half a month. He looks intact on the outside, but his life force is gone, and his breath is gone. What a terrifying sword technique."
The man in gray robe still found it unbelievable. People turn into ashes after death, but this person has such incredible and miraculous changes after death. It is really hard to imagine.
"How could that be..."
The fat man glanced at the other person with a half-smile, and said with a meaningful smile: "Want to know?"
Then the fat man flipped his hand and took out a short blade from his sleeve. Then he squatted down, sank the blade, and cut the corpse open from chest to abdomen.
As the crowd watched in horror, the fat man turned over the corpse's intestines and smiled, explaining, "The reason for this extraordinary transformation is that he took a miraculous medicine while he was alive. The medicine's effects were so strong that even after death, he remained in the body, able to stimulate the lungs and maintain the existence of the body. But when the effect of the medicine wore off, the body would become just an ordinary skin bag, turning to ash in the blink of an eye."
"A miraculous medicine?" The gray-robed man's eyes lit up. "What medicine?"
The fat man suddenly smiled and murmured, "Found it."
He withdrew his right hand from his internal organs, and a small dark pill appeared in his palm.
Facing the gray-robed man's gaze, the fat man grinned strangely and said, "Elixir of Life!"
After saying that, he actually threw the blood-stained pill into his mouth.
