The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 350 Old Man and Wine!

A week later, Yang Yan stood in front of the city on the border between Dongzhou and Beizhou.

The entire city was ancient and immense, named Life and Death City!

He had heard from the Blind Old Man that this city was in extreme chaos.

Life and death were unpredictable!

*Perhaps alive one moment, dead the next!*

Martial artists from various sects often came here for battles to the death.

Both the Righteous Path and the Demon Path were present!

*"It’s quite calm,"* Yang Yan thought to himself.

There were no soldiers guarding the gate, or rather, there wasn’t even a gate!

The people coming and going were calm, without any fights!

But among these people, there was not a single ordinary person!

Moreover, many of them were carrying weapons, faces marked with vigilance and Jie Xin.

Screech!

At this moment, a sound occurred.

A young man not far from Yang Yan flew into the air, blood splattering, then fell to the ground motionless.

Clearly, he was already dead!

In front of him, a figure slowly appeared.

This person held a slender blade in his hand, wearing a straw hat, obscuring his face!

He then slowly sheathed the blade, eyes scanning the surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, he picked up the storage bag from the waist of the dead figure on the ground.

He turned his back to everyone and leisurely walked away.

Those who witnessed this scene merely glanced and then looked away.

They seemed to be accustomed to it!

Some took a detour around the corpse lying on the ground, while others stepped directly over it without caring.

*"The body is just left there?"* wondered Yang Yan.

As he thought about this, a creaking noise was heard!

An old man dragging a wooden cart appeared, stopping in front of the corpse.

Frowning as he looked at the body before him.

"Ah, another martial artist who hasn’t completed his cultivation!"

He crouched down, rummaging through the body.

Finally, from the corpse’s embrace, he retrieved a jade pendant.

He intended to put it away but looked at his bloodstained hand.

"Such incomplete cultivation, others’ blades are as swift as lightning!

No blood when killing, but when you kill someone, there’s blood everywhere.

Making this old man’s hands bloody again, needing to clean up, so troublesome!" the old man shook his head and said.

As he spoke, he casually wiped his hand clean on the body’s clothing.

Once there was no more blood, only then did he put the jade pendant in his pocket.

"Old man, collecting bodies and still finding something to gain is pretty good!

Taking advantage of the situation, then complaining!

You say others haven’t finished cultivating, their sword skills aren’t fast enough.

Be careful, he might come back in anger and kill you!" a passing martial artist said disdainfully.

The old man looked up at him.

"I say this for his own good!

As a skilled swordsman, if sword skills aren’t profound enough, not fast enough.

Against the weak, you can easily kill!

But when meeting a strong opponent, you’ll die!"

The old man stood up wobbly.

"Old man, do you understand martial arts? Do you know sword skills?

Claiming people will die at every turn.

Do you know who that was just now?

The well-known skilled swordsman, Chen Yidao!

Who once fought the Liu Family’s direct son, known as the fastest blade shadow, and lost by only one move!

Would you say his sword is fast?

And isn’t what you’re saying nonsense!

What martial artist can’t kill the weak, and who won’t die against the strong?

Utter nonsense!

I’m done talking with you, this dead man’s sword looks nice, I’ll take it!" the passing martial artist scoffed.

He bent over to pick up the sword that had fallen from the dead man’s hand.

All he said was for this final line!

"Of course, I understand swords, I was once a Sword God!

Known as the number one blade in the world, no one dared to wield a sword before me...

Phooey!

You rogue!

What are you saying, what are you doing!

I’m here collecting bodies, busying myself, just to earn a bit off dead people’s stuff.

You do nothing, and scolded me.

Want to take an old man’s thing too, truly heartless!

You’ll have karma for this!" the old man cursed.

As he spoke, he went to stop the martial artist from picking up the longsword.

The martial artist’s face darkened, pushing the old man aside; the old man stumbled and fell to the ground.

"And you claim to be the number one blade in the world? If you are, then I must be the number one blade in the skies!

What nonsense!

A pushover who falls with just a shove, showing off to me, putting on airs for what!

Get lost!

Try annoying me again, I’ll kill you, you old donkey!" The martial artist picked up the sword from the ground, cursing as he left.

"Ouch..." the old man clutched his waist, struggling to stand up. "Why are all young people so disrespectful to the elderly now!

The heart of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, where has it gone!

And I am the number one blade in the world!

To treat me like this, truly heartless!"

Clang!

Suddenly, the sound of a sword being drawn rang out, leaving a sword mark on the ground in front of the old man.

The old man trembled in fright, looking three meters away at a young man who had drawn his sword.

"I’m sorry, I won’t speak anymore, I’ll leave immediately!"

He apologized, quickly dragging the corpse onto the wooden cart and ran into a small alley.

At that moment, the old man showed no signs of having back or leg pain, running fluidly!

Thud!

The young man sheathed his sword, and quietly left.

Leaving only the bloodstains of the recently deceased on the ground.

"The Blind Old Man was right, it’s indeed chaotic here!" Yang Yan thought as he walked into the city.

On the way, he saw martial artists one after another, almost all of them exuding a bloody aura.

*They had killed, just recently!*

And they hadn’t killed just one or two men!

Yang Yan, however, didn’t have any bloody aura, not even a hint of murderous intent.

He seemed like a lamb that had wandered into a wolf’s den.

This drew the attention of many, some casting unfriendly glances.

"Another sect disciple here for experience?" someone murmured from within the crowd.

Yang Yan ignored these glances, entering an inn.

The day was getting late, and he intended to stay here for the night, heading into Beizhou the next day.

He rented a room on the second floor, and after settling down, sat in the lounge on the second floor.

The inn was cramped, with no dining area, requiring guests to eat in the lounge!

Sitting down, his gaze flickered.

He saw the figure with the sword and straw hat, who had killed at the city gate earlier.

The man’s sword lay on the table, as he drank wine and devoured large chunks of meat.

Yang Yan merely glanced, then turned away, signaling to the waiter.

"Sir, what can I get for you?" The waiter hurried over, pouring tea for Yang Yan as he asked.

Yang Yan replied casually.

"Bring me one serving of your best dishes."

"Alright!"

The waiter quickly headed downstairs, soon returning with the dishes.

The table was filled to the brim with food.

"Sir, this is our best wine, called Chen Xianzui. Even Immortals would praise it!"

The waiter poured a cup for Yang Yan, filling the air with a strong aroma.

"Smells very good, worth a taste!

Alright, you may leave now."

Yang Yan tossed out a gold ingot.

"Thank you, sir." The waiter received it, took a bite to check, and walked away smiling.

Yang Yan lifted the cup, ready to taste this Chen Xianzui that even Immortals praised.

"Friend, if you don’t want to be hacked to death tonight, you’ll drink that Chen Xianzui!"

Across from him, a dusty young man had appeared without him noticing.

The youth grabbed a beast leg from the table, tearing into it without hesitation.

"Oh? And why’s that?" Yang Yan inquired quietly.

The youth chewed the meat fiercely, shaking his head as he spoke to Yang Yan.

"Chen Xianzui, Chen Xianzui, even Immortals sleep after tasting it!

If even Immortals would fall asleep drinking it, do you think you’ll stay awake?

And once you’re asleep here in Life and Death City, do you think you won’t be killed?"

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