Chapter 12

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Li Wenjun had just picked up the silver-inlaid rope and tucked it into his chest when a weak voice suddenly came from behind him, "Save me, save me."

Li Wenjun was startled, almost scared to death. The voice was clearly the old Taoist's. Didn't the black-striped giant python kill the old Taoist with one tail strike? How could he still be alive?

Li Wenjun turned around tremblingly and took a look. He found that the voice indeed came from the old Taoist. The old Taoist was still alive, his eyes open, his voice weak, and his body unable to move.

"Little brother, please save me. If you save me, I can take you as my disciple, teach you immortal techniques, and grant you endless glory and wealth," the old Taoist said.

Li Wenjun took out the half-dagger again, pursed his lips, and said nothing, showing no intention of saving the old Taoist.

The old Taoist panted and said, "Little brother, I know you have a misunderstanding about me, but I don't blame you. Here, I have a silver ticket worth five hundred taels of silver and a bottle of healing medicine in my chest. Come over, help me get them. You can take the silver ticket, and just put the healing medicine in my hand."

Li Wenjun hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"Thank you, thank you, little brother. Good people will surely be rewarded," a glint of joy flashed in the old Taoist's eyes.

Li Wenjun took a few steps toward the old Taoist. Just as he was about to reach a distance where the old Taoist could touch him, Li Wenjun suddenly swung his arm, and the half-dagger flew out.

A black light flashed through the air like lightning, and with a thud, the dagger pierced the old Taoist's throat.

"You, you..." The old Taoist's lips moved, but he couldn't even finish a sentence. A moment later, the last glimmer of life in his eyes faded away.

Li Wenjun waited patiently for a while, confirming that the old Taoist was dead, before he approached and bent down to pull out the half-dagger.

At this moment, Li Wenjun suddenly heard a gust of wind coming from behind him. His repeated brushes with death had heightened his alertness and quickened his reactions.

Li Wenjun didn't look back to see what was happening; instead, he used his feet to dodge to the side.

However, he dodged too slowly, and something hit his left shoulder heavily. Li Wenjun cried out in pain, feeling his left arm ache and unable to use any strength, likely broken.

Li Wenjun endured the intense pain, turned around, and saw that Cao Yu, who had somehow regained his freedom, was holding a thick wooden stick and staring at him with the intensity of a mortal enemy.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Li Wenjun shouted in anger.

"Leave everything my master left behind. It all belongs to me," Cao Yu shouted. "If you don't give it to me, I'll beat you to death."

Cao Yu was a ruthless person. When he struck Li Wenjun from behind, he intended to kill him, not to give him a chance to live. He did this not to avenge his cheap master but because he coveted the many treasures left by the old Taoist. He wanted to learn immortal techniques and become a god, changing his humble life and living like the old Taoist, wielding power and authority, even over human lives, with no one daring to challenge him.

How could Li Wenjun possibly give the things he had worked hard to obtain to Cao Yu? "The old Taoist was killed by my hands, and I was the first to get the things. Why should I give them to you?"

"Why? Because I am my master's disciple, because of the wooden stick in my hand, and because you've already broken one of my arms. I'll ask you one more time, will you give them to me?" Cao Yu asked sternly.

"No," Li Wenjun said decisively.

"No? If you don't give them to me, then you die." Cao Yu swung the wooden stick and charged at Li Wenjun.

Li Wenjun's left arm was injured and couldn't move, leaving only his right arm. Another disadvantage was that Cao Yu was blocking the path between him and the hole in the protective shield, making it impossible for him to escape through the hole.

Cao Yu's brutality also stirred Li Wenjun's anger. He reached into his chest, took out the silver-inlaid rope, grabbed one end, and swung it. He didn't know how to use magical weapons, so he could only use it like a regular rope.

Whoosh, Cao Yu's wooden stick came down on Li Wenjun's head. Li Wenjun dodged to the side, let go of the rope, and the end of the silver-inlaid rope flew out, wrapping around the wooden stick.

Cao Yu tried to pull the wooden stick back, while Li Wenjun pulled the rope. The two struggled against each other.

They were evenly matched, neither able to overpower the other.

Li Wenjun had a sudden idea. At the critical moment of the struggle, he let go of the silver-inlaid rope. Cao Yu, caught off guard, used too much force and fell backward, rolling over and losing his grip on the wooden stick.

Li Wenjun, not letting up, quickly pulled the dagger out of the old Taoist's throat and pounced on Cao Yu.

Cao Yu hadn't even gotten up when Li Wenjun mounted him.

"You die," Li Wenjun shouted, raising the dagger and plunging it toward Cao Yu's chest.

In the struggle for life and death, Cao Yu's potential was also unleashed, and he reached out to grab Li Wenjun's right hand.

Cao Yu underestimated the power of the half-dagger. The dagger cut off his hand at the wrist and, with its momentum, sliced into his shoulder, severing his arm.

Cao Yu, in a burst of strength from the pain, threw Li Wenjun, who had just severed his arm and was about to kill him again, off. Then Cao Yu rolled on the ground, moving away from Li Wenjun.

Li Wenjun, holding the half-dagger, stood up, ready to kill Cao Yu, when an unexpected event occurred.

Cao Yu rolled into the old Taoist's chest, and a red light the size of a walnut rose from the old Taoist's head, flashed in the air, and then entered Cao Yu's body.

Cao Yu let out a惨叫, a sound so piercing that it was even more terrible than a rooster being stepped on. He clutched his head and rolled on the ground, in unbearable pain.

Li Wenjun didn't know what had happened to Cao Yu, but it was definitely not good. He couldn't understand how the old Taoist, who had been stabbed through the neck with the dagger, could still be alive.

Thinking of the old Taoist's powers, Li Wenjun shuddered. He didn't dare stay in the threshing ground any longer, so he grabbed the half-dagger and ran.

Outside the threshing ground, the convoy that had brought them, the child boys and girls, was still there, with the mules and horses tied to the trees by the roadside.

Li Wenjun quickly untied a strong mule, mounted it, and, with a kick to the mule's sides and a pull on the reins, galloped away along the riverbank, fleeing as if his life depended on it. He had learned to ride horses, though not proficiently, but he could stay on the back of a horse without a saddle and not fall off.

Li Wenjun didn't dare go to the military fortress town. On one hand, he was afraid of encountering someone like the village headman again. On the other hand, he had seen the black-striped giant python heading toward the military fortress town, and he didn't want to encounter the snake that could spray poison and shoot ice spikes.

After a while, Cao Yu, who had been rolling on the ground, stopped. He sat up, pressed his fingers on the wound on his shoulder to stop the bleeding, and then staggered to his feet. He looked in the direction Li Wenjun had fled, his eyes dark and full of resentment.

Li Wenjun rode the mule all night. By the time it was almost dawn, he estimated that he was at least two hundred miles away from the military fortress town.

Li Wenjun, riding the mule, looked around. This was a rural area, and about four or five li away, there was a village.

Li Wenjun pulled the reins to stop the mule, dismounted, walked to the mule's rear, and stabbed its buttock with the half-dagger. The mule, in pain, let out a long neigh and ran off, quickly disappearing from sight.

Li Wenjun didn't dare follow the main road. He entered the fields, planning to take a shortcut to the village he had discovered. After a long night of travel, he was both thirsty and hungry. This was secondary, however. His left arm, broken by Cao Yu, needed to be set by a doctor. Riding the mule without a saddle had also rubbed his thighs raw, and if possible, he needed some medicine.

However, after walking for a short distance, Li Wenjun could no longer hold on. He swayed and fell to the ground, unconscious.

A green light flashed from Li Wenjun's body, flickered twice, and then stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Wenjun was awakened by the chirping of crickets. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on his back in a water ditch used by farmers for irrigation.

The sky was a clear blue, and swallows flew swiftly overhead. Listening to the chirping of crickets and cicadas, Li Wenjun felt a sense of comfort he hadn't experienced since fleeing his homeland.

He turned his head to look around. Tall crops like corn and sorghum, several feet high, blocked his view, making it impossible to see left or right.

Pulling his gaze back, Li Wenjun was pleasantly surprised to see a foot-tall dragonwort plant nearby. It had lush branches and leaves, with leaves similar to those of chili peppers, small white flowers, and clusters of green and black berries. The berries were small, about the size of mung beans.

Li Wenjun reached out and picked the black and dark brown dragonwort berries, putting them in his mouth. A faint sweetness spread in his mouth.

When Li Wenjun reached out to pick more, his hand suddenly stopped. He looked at his left arm in shock. This was the arm that Cao Yu had broken with the wooden stick. He clearly remembered that before he fainted, his left arm was broken and swollen. But now, it looked no different from his right arm, completely healed.

Li Wenjun's heart raced, and he quickly sat up. He took off his pants and examined his thighs, where the redness and pain from riding the mule for a long time had disappeared.

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