Chapter 93. I'll Be a Half-Immortal

The Six Supernatural Abilities are the six special powers spoken of in Buddhism.

They are called the Heavenly Ear, Heavenly Eye, Mind Reading, Past Life Knowledge, Heavenly Vision, and Supernatural Power. One could only dream of achieving them without reaching a semi-divine state.

"Excuse me? Where does it hurt?"

"Never mind, you ignorant human."

Yan Dihan got up from the bed, brushing off his seat.

Perhaps because he saw Feng Yanchao's dying face in his dream, his heart was uneasy.

"Old Shen."

"Yes."

"Send someone to the mountain villa to check if everything is fine. Let them know where we are staying."

"Is it that unsettling for you?"

"I was planning to send news when we arrive in Luoyang anyway."

"I understand."

Old Shen also looked at Yan Dihan with a meaningful gaze.

Once one reaches that level, they can see things others cannot. Perhaps something has happened to the Ten Heroes of Wu Feng.

'If nothing happens, that would be strange...'

Even ordinary people fight and struggle to survive, let alone martial artists in their prime.

On the way down to the dining hall, Shen Tong asked,

"Master, how long do you plan to stay in Luoyang?"

"Why? Already missing Wu Feng Mountain?"

"If you plan to stay for a long time, wouldn't it be better to stay at a Siheyuan instead of an inn?"

"Siheyuan?"

"You've seen many in Luoyang, haven't you? A house with rooms on all four sides surrounding a courtyard. It's called a Siheyuan. I thought it might be better to stay in such a place. Isn't the inn too cramped?"

"Sure, why not."

Yan Dihan didn't show any particular interest.

Ever since he heard that the Nan Gong family had moved to Zhengzhou, everything seemed dull.

***

Kaifeng.

Longxi Tower.

Behind the long wall dividing the back garden, a man sighed deeply.

He was Gong Jindan, the assassin from the Bamboo Forest.

He had been hiding in Longxi Tower for two days, waiting for the chance to cut off Feng Yanchao's breath.

But the opportunity never came.

Zhuo Gao Ming, a sturdy guard, was always by Feng Yanchao's side.

Frustrated, he sent his subordinates to turn the brothel upside down, but it was in vain.

Feng Yanchao never left his room except to use the toilet.

When he did, he called other guards to watch over Feng Yanchao.

Gong Jindan sighed again, watching the sunset.

'Ah!'

Unable to find an opportunity to cut off Feng Yanchao's breath, he was on the verge of going mad.

If he returned empty-handed today, Third Young Master would not let it go.

'This can't go on.'

After much deliberation, he finally decided to make a final move. It was better to face Zhuo Gao Ming than to be punished by Third Young Master.

Creak.

The sound of a door opening came from a distance.

It seemed someone was about to use the toilet.

However, it wasn't time for the other guards to return yet.

Gong Jindan circulated his inner energy, gripped a dagger in each hand, and slowly stood up.

He saw the sturdy guard frowning and turning around behind the wall.

The guard looked distressed, as if he couldn't find an ant to step on.

The guard went back into the room and closed the door.

Swish.

At that moment, Gong Jindan leaped over the wall.

Now that the assassin had revealed himself, it was either kill or be killed.

Pfft.

Without hesitation, Gong Jindan kicked off the ground and rushed forward.

He crashed into the tightly closed door with his whole body, bursting into the room like a bolt of lightning.

The door splintered.

While secrecy was good, sometimes a brute force approach was better.

Sure enough, the startled face of the sturdy guard filled his vision.

The guard was so shocked that he even screamed when the assassin appeared.

Sssss.

Gong Jindan's hands moved swiftly.

The faint, sharp shadows of the twin daggers rushed at the guard like a storm.

Zhuo Gao Ming was indeed terrified by the assassin's sudden appearance.

He was so shocked that he even wet himself a little.

But it was only for a moment.

Having survived many battles, he quickly regained his composure and began to defend himself.

Of course, he had no time to draw his saber and had to use his bare hands.

Squeak. Squeak.

Blood splattered each time the daggers grazed his arms.

Zhuo Gao Ming dodged the fatal attacks and moved to the side.

Gong Jindan, who had been relentlessly pressing the attack, hesitated for a moment.

He saw Feng Yanchao lying on the floor with a blackened face.

His target was Feng Yanchao, not the sturdy guard.

Gong Jindan retracted the dagger he was thrusting forward and bent down.

But that brief hesitation was a problem.

Swish.

A cold wind rushed at him, accompanied by the sound of a blade slicing through the air.

Gong Jindan slightly turned his head towards the source of the wind.

Crack.

A sharp impact sound was heard, and a hole appeared in Gong Jindan's head.

"Huff huff! Damn, you're trying to kill me! Where did you—"

Zhuo Gao Ming, out of breath, heard a faint voice.

"...It smells."

***

Luoyang.

In the ancient capital of Luoyang, Yan Dihan was clearly a loafer.

He would wake up around noon, have a meal at the inn, wander around the scenic spots, and finish the day at a tavern with a good atmosphere.

If he had lived in a regular house, there would have been no rumors about him.

However, inns are places where one's waking, eating, and sleeping times are inevitably public.

If he was seen eating with a messy appearance or causing a commotion by asking to open a locked door late at night, people would gradually learn about him.

But Yan Dihan, the loafer at Wujin Inn, didn't care.

So what?

He was intentionally living like this.

Ever since the Nan Gong family moved to Zhengzhou, he had been drinking every day.

Shen Tong followed him like a shadow, providing solid support.

As the sun set, Yan Dihan and Shen Tong entered a tavern alley.

After several days of exploration, they had already visited most of the places.

Shen Tong, who was picky about taverns, pointed to one.

"Master, how about this place today?"

"Fengyuelou?"

"Yes, the wine there was quite good."

"But the food wasn't great..."

"Master, the wine is the priority, not the food, right?"

"Ah, true. I didn't like the chef there."

Muttering, Yan Dihan still moved towards Fengyuelou.

There were no other good options nearby.

As they entered the tavern, a twenty-year-old waiter, Hong Jixiao, recognized Yan Dihan and greeted him.

"Hey! Master! Welcome! It's good to see you. I'll make sure to serve you delicious food today! Trust me!"

Excited, Hong Jixiao pounded his chest.

Yan Dihan, whose face had become fuller from several days of revelry, scolded him.

"Hong, are you the chef? Can you really take responsibility? Don't just say anything. I'm a sensitive man."

"Master! I'm serious. The chef has changed. I've been thinking about you a lot. My sincerity must have reached the heavens. Seeing you here today is a sign."

Although it had only been two days, he acted as if it had been years.

"Alright. I'll give you a chance. Don't get too close. Hong, you really smell of sweat."

"Yes, yes, this way. I'll show you to the best seat."

Hong Jixiao bowed and led them to the upper floor.

While the "best seat" might be an exaggeration, it was indeed a good spot.

Sitting down, Yan Dihan turned his head to look out the window, where the streets of Luoyang, dyed red by the sunset, spread out like a painting.

While Yan Dihan was absorbed in the view, Shen Tong ordered wine and snacks.

The two of them drank, passing the cups back and forth.

"Hehe, you said the chef changed, and the food does taste better."

Yan Dihan nodded, satisfied.

It was indeed better than what they had two days ago.

With this level of skill, they could have dinner here.

"Kyaha! The wine is good. Master, I wish every day could be like this."

"Who's stopping you? Live like that. You've saved quite a bit of money, haven't you?"

"I don't mean living like that alone. I wish to live leisurely with Master. Eat when we're hungry, go where we want, and drink at taverns at night. Wouldn't that be great?"

"What? It might be good for Old Shen, but what about me? Why should I live like that with an old man? I don't like it. I absolutely refuse to live like that."

"..."

Shen Tong couldn't argue, as Yan Dihan's words made sense.

As they exchanged idle chatter, a man and a woman followed Hong Jixiao upstairs.

They sat down right next to Yan Dihan and Shen Tong.

Before sitting, the man and woman glanced at Yan Dihan and Shen Tong, noticing the swords at their waists.

Martial artists have a unique aura.

While righteous sects exude a clear and majestic aura, evil sects give off a sinister and dangerous vibe.

Naturally, they sensed a clear and pure aura from Yan Dihan and Shen Tong.

At the very least, they weren't from the Seven Evil Sects.

The three of them exchanged nods, signaling that everything was fine, and sat down.

In fact, they were disciples of the Yitian Sect, who had come together to visit a tavern.

The woman, Bei Feng Zhanshu Lin, spoke first.

"Senior Gao, what was that interesting thing you mentioned earlier?"

"Earlier?"

"In Kaifeng, you said something interesting happened."

"Oh, that? Do you know that many of our sect's disciples are at Shu Yun Merchant House?"

"Yes."

"Yesterday, a new manager passed by there. At first, he came to greet us, but then he asked for some capable people. I introduced him to Junior Brother Wen."

"That's not what I meant. The interesting thing."

"Oh, that. Well, there are two notable wandering martial artists in Kaifeng recently. You've heard of Longxi Tower, right?"

"Yes."

"Of course."

"They are the guards there, and their rise to fame was quite unique. One of them split a high-level expert in half with a single sword strike."

"Wow, in half?"

Zhanshu Lin demonstrated with her hands, moving from her head to her toes.

"Right, and the other one drilled a hole in an assassin's head with just his saber qi."

"Really? That's hard to believe."

Zhanshu Lin shook her head.

Generally, disciples of the Seven Major Sects or famous sects avoid working in brothels, considering the reputation of their sects. The positions were taken by wandering martial artists.

Splitting a person in half or drilling a hole in someone's head with just saber qi is a difficult feat even for the top disciples of the Seven Major Sects. That these wandering martial artists guarding a brothel could do it was surprising.