Chapter 55 Filial Piety

Chapter 55 Filial Piety

Chapter 55 Filial Piety
“Master!” Zhao Qi got up from the ground and tried to get closer, but was frightened by the terrifying appearance and took two steps back. His voice trembled, “Master, I, I…how can I…how can I put you—”

Then he was slightly stunned, his eyes widened: "Master, you have succeeded!? You have achieved immortality!? You have become an immortal!?"

The monster stood there, shaking his head violently, as if he was not yet fully awake. His face was twisted, and the muscles all over his body were trembling and spasming, as if Zeng Jianqiu's originally strong and tall body could not contain the things inside and was about to be deformed.

"How... did you find... me?"

He raised his head suddenly, and a large piece of skin on his neck was torn off in an instant, and the muscles underneath bulged out from the wound like something that could not be contained. But this seemed to make him feel better, and he moved his head left and right again. The skin from his neck to his shoulders made a sound like tearing silk, and was stretched into pink and white muscles and swollen blood vessels wrapped around it, which squeezed out in bundles.

“It’s so uncomfortable… ah, it’s so uncomfortable…”

"It's really you, Master... Master, we've all dispersed on the mountain, everyone has left! I came down the mountain to look for you because I saw your longevity lamp went out!" Zhao Qi stared at him, his lips trembling, but his voice became more and more excited, "Master, what did you achieve? The Kitchen God? Master, did you really achieve longevity?"

The monster took a deep breath and uttered a low “hmm” sound, then turned his head to both sides: “Is this… um… the formation you created?”

"Yes, yes, Master, we are now in the painting! I have been looking for you all the way and using the talisman papers you made to practice our Ranshan School's magic. Look, I have succeeded now! Haha, Master, let me tell you, if you had given me a few more talisman papers to practice in the past, I wouldn't have to be scolded all the time--"

"You idiot! How many pieces of talisman paper have you used up?!" He seemed to have completely regained his consciousness. When he shouted, a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth, but his voice was no longer hoarse. "How many pieces are left?!"

Zhao Qi was so scolded that he fell silent. He said timidly, "There are still a hundred or so left..."

Seeing the monster's eyelids shrank suddenly, and the eyes almost popped out, he quickly took a step back and bowed his shoulders: "Master, don't be angry, I, I accepted a disciple, and I accepted a grand disciple for you. Master, you have become an immortal, and our Ranshan will be a big sect in the future. I have learned skills from you and practiced more... Jiye, Jiye! Come to see your master, your master has become an immortal! Did you see it!"

Zhao Qi turned his head around and looked around a few times, then quickly took a step to the side and turned sideways to let Li Wuxiang appear from behind him.

Li Wuxiang stood still, looking calmly at the monster not far away...Zhao Kui.

Zhao Kui also looked at him with his eyes that were about to fall off. He was stunned for a moment, his nose twitched again, and suddenly roared, raised his hand and shot a sword at Li Wuxiang. Zhao Qi was so scared that he quickly stood in front of him: "Master, Master, this is my apprentice and your grandson I told you about, Master, don't do it!"

The small sword stopped in front of him again, as if it was held in the air by some magical power, and the connecting line stretched straight.

"Your...disciple?" Zhao Kui's face was extremely distorted, and it was impossible to tell what his expression was. But his voice became calmer, "Oh, my disciple. Well, you have made it, and you can accept disciples. My dear disciple, tell me, where did you accept this disciple?"

Zhao Qi breathed a sigh of relief. He was frightened by the sword and gasped, "I... I, didn't I come here to find you? I wanted to set up a formation to summon the Kitchen God to ask, I thought you, Master, were gone, so I was wondering if I could find out where you were so I could bury you properly... Bah, Master, of course you won't die after becoming an immortal - you need a human tool to set up the formation, and I originally wanted to use him, but I found out that his aptitude was too good, and he was filial and honest, so I..." "Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Zhao Kui laughed towards the sky, "What a filial and honest man! Hahahahahahaha!"

Zhao Qi felt uneasy at his smile and couldn't help shrinking back: "...Master?"

"You stupid thing... How could you be so stupid?" Zhao Kui raised his face, took a deep breath, and his chest immediately swelled up like the tide. "It's so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable... Stupid disciple, the reason why I left you on the mountain is because although you are stupid, you are still a little filial, unlike your fellow disciples! Great, great, since you are so filial, then show your filial piety to me!"

Zhao Qi was stunned for a moment and was about to speak, but the next moment he found that the small sword on his chest was gone - the straight sword line was sticking out from his chest.

He wanted to raise his hand in disbelief to feel if the small sword was behind him, but Zhao Kui pulled him hard, and he screamed "Ah" and was pulled away like a kite. He wanted to yell "Master, spare my life", but the small sword that was pulled into his body had already been wandering under his skin for a while -

A bloody human skin was pulled in front of Zhao Kui by the sword line, and a bloody, skinned human figure fell to the ground, screaming and howling, rolling wildly - "Master!!"

The human skin seemed to be blown by a big breath, and suddenly swelled up with a bang. Zeng Jianqiu's body fell to the ground with a plop, and the swollen human skin stretched and squirmed, slowly turning into the appearance of Zhao Qi with slanted eyes, crooked mouth, and blood all over his body.

"It feels good, ah, it feels good now..." Zhao Kui stretched his body and pulled his hands on his head, immediately pulling down most of his loose hair. "Are you using my golden hairpin to your satisfaction? Huh? Shut up! Stupid thing!"

He suddenly raised his foot and kicked, and Zhao Qi, who was still screaming miserably, was kicked into the air with a bang by an invisible force. Then Li Wuxiang saw a transparent ripple in the air, and Zhao Qi's skinless body seemed to have smashed something, paused for a moment in the air, and suddenly fell in front of him.

He sighed, drew the knife from his waist, and stabbed it into Zhao Qi's head. The screams stopped immediately.

"I don't like him. I think he's smart and moody." Li Wuxiang pulled out the knife. "But with a master like you, I feel sorry for him. You know, I even thought he wasn't a particularly bad person before - he really wanted to come and collect your body."

He turned and looked towards the door. A group of soldiers were crowded at the door, holding swords, guns, sticks and clubs, their faces were full of fear, but they seemed to be so scared that they forgot to run away. He shouted: "Go! Disperse! Tell the people to run for their lives!"

They then woke up from their dream, shuddered all over, let out a scream, and immediately ran away.

Zhao Kui stared at him motionlessly for a long time, his chest rising and falling slightly, the air flow surging in his skin, and he made a harsh and strange sound: "You, are not an external evil."

(End of this chapter)