Rise of the Sword Son-in-Law

Chapter 140 Sacrificial Immortal Body

Time flew, and another three days passed.

In these three days, Xu Ping’an used the Thunder Sword Qi to temper his right leg bone once again.

Initially, the strength in his left and right leg bones was unequal, causing Xu Ping’an to walk with a limp.

Later, after gaining control of the strength, he gradually returned to normal.

However, to perfectly control it, he needed to temper his left leg bone just the same.

"Kid, we’ll arrive at Tianlong County City tomorrow. Be cautious—there are many cultivators in Tianlong County City. For commoners like us, if we offend such important figures, we could very well lose our lives,"

said the elderly coachman driving the carriage alongside Xu Ping’an, drinking from his flask while earnestly advising him.

In the past few days, apart from cultivating, Xu Ping’an spent time chatting with the old coachman.

Over time, their relationship had grown exceptionally close.

In the coachman’s words, although Xu Ping’an was young, he was meticulous and observant in his actions, a promising talent.

Xu Ping’an was simply bored, but through his conversations with the old coachman, he found him to be a good person.

Apart from lacking cultivation, the coachman took great care of Xu Ping’an throughout the journey.

Take meals, for instance; the coachman always rushed over first to get food for Xu Ping’an, even giving him all the meat.

Xu Ping’an naturally wanted to refuse, but the coachman firmly insisted on giving the meat to him, saying that at Xu Ping’an’s age, he should eat more.

Eventually, Xu Ping’an gradually stopped refusing.

But he did secretly add some life-extending herbs into the old man’s flask,

considering it repayment for the old man’s kindness.

"Will the cultivators in the county city attack us commoners?" Xu Ping’an asked with a smile.

"Usually not, but there are some rich heirs. They can’t be considered true cultivators, yet they benefit from their ancestors’ blessings. Those guys are extremely arrogant. I had a friend who offended a young master of a cultivator family. His entire family was beaten to death, and their only daughter was desecrated... Alas, commoners are as insignificant as weeds," the old man sighed,

before taking another hefty swig of alcohol.

Xu Ping’an didn’t speak.

Upon reflection, commoners indeed seemed as insignificant as weeds in the eyes of cultivators.

They didn’t refrain from killing these commoners; they simply didn’t care about them.

Do you care about the life and death of ants on the ground?

Even in his former life, as the prestigious Immortal Emperor, he couldn’t change anything.

In this life, he was merely a Third Rank cultivator at the peak, even less capable of changing the status quo.

"You, kid, just came from poverty. If you were born in a big family, you’d certainly outdo those young masters," the old man remarked, glancing at Xu Ping’an.

"Oh? You think so highly of me?" Xu Ping’an asked with a smile.

"I have a good eye for people. Although, kid, you are indeed a bit too mature for your age, you are reliable. You have a determined look in your eyes, not the kind to concede easily," the old man said confidently.

Xu Ping’an smiled slightly.

Not the kind to give up?

Of course not, if he was, he would’ve never reached the Immortal Emperor Level of Twelfth Rank.

"Little Feng Zi, how about after we arrive at Beishan City, I introduce you to a girl? She’s absolutely beautiful," the old coachman suddenly said mysteriously.

"No need," Xu Ping’an laughed and declined.

Was he lacking women?

Certainly not!

"Tsk, don’t regret it. She comes from a prominent household, and it’s not even certain she’ll take a liking to you," the coachman said with a laugh.

"You know the daughters of prominent households?" Xu Ping’an teased with amusement.

"Of course, I’ve traveled far and wide, knowing a few big families—isn’t that normal?" the coachman bragged.

"Keep boasting," Xu Ping’an laughed.

"Once you get there, you’ll know. I have some standing in the Jianghu too, I’m telling you. I’m not just familiar with wealthy families, I even know a Cultivator." The old coachman seemed to be getting more excited as he spoke, fueled by the alcohol.

Xu Ping’an just smiled and humored him, occasionally teasing a bit.

The old man talked a lot, mostly about his travels all over the place.

But much of it was embellished.

Xu Ping’an didn’t expose him, instead offering praise from time to time.

The coachman, seeing someone to play along with his tales, became even more animated.

Soon, night fell.

The caravan stopped at a clearing to camp, and apart from a few patrolling guards, almost everyone else was already asleep.

Xu Ping’an, as usual, sat quietly by the carriage, tempering his leg bones.

The old coachman, on the other hand, had long since fallen into a drunken slumber, snoring heavily.

It was at this moment that a conversation reached Xu Ping’an’s ears.

"Young master, we should go back to the carriage; it’s not safe here."

"It’s fine, Grandpa Fu, it’s already deep into the night. Most people are asleep by now, and we’re in the middle of nowhere, so it’s unlikely anyone will discover my identity. I’m feeling too stuffy in the carriage; I just want to get some fresh air, and I’ll be back soon."

"All right, young master, but don’t take too long."

In reality, the voices were a hundred meters away from Xu Ping’an, and they weren’t loud.

Normally, only someone with at least a Fourth Rank Cultivation would be able to hear them.

But Xu Ping’an’s soul power had reached the Intermediate Stage of Perception, and had improved somewhat recently, nearing the Late Stage of Perception.

Therefore, any rustle within a five hundred meter radius could hardly escape Xu Ping’an’s ears.

Xu Ping’an opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the voices.

"Fourth Rank, First Layer. I didn’t expect there to be a hidden strong figure of Fourth Rank strength within this caravan. Interesting." Xu Ping’an was somewhat surprised.

Caravans like this usually had their own guard teams.

Yet, the captain of the guard team was only at the Peak of the Second Rank.

Apart from a very few guards with Second Rank Cultivation, the rest all had the strength of the First Rank.

But this old man was actually at the Fourth Rank, which was obviously not normal.

And judging from what the youngster had just said, it was clear he was worried about others discovering his identity.

This made Xu Ping’an grow curious.

However, when Xu Ping’an’s gaze fell on the young man, his expression changed.

"Sacrificial Immortal Body?" Xu Ping’an said in surprise.

"Sacrificial Immortal Body? There’s a Sacrificial Immortal Body in the Mortal Realm?" Lei Shi’s astonished voice followed.

During this time, Xu Ping’an had not restricted Lei Shi’s perception.

Lei Shi could still perceive the outside through his soul power.

Seeing that the youngster had a Sacrificial Immortal Body, he was also extremely surprised.

"Indeed, it is a Sacrificial Immortal Body. There are rumors that obtaining a Sacrificial Immortal Body allows one to steal Immortal Power through it, though I don’t know if it’s true," Lei Shi mused.

"It’s true. The name ’Sacrificial Immortal Body’ implies that Immortal Power can be stolen through a blood sacrifice. It’s an extremely ancient and terrifying curse." Xu Ping’an explained.

He had encountered a Sacrificial Immortal Body once before in the Spirit Realm in his previous life.

He had also witnessed a blood sacrifice.

The end result for the Sacrificial Immortal Body was tragic; a massive influx of Immortal Power.

The essence blood of the Sacrificial Immortal Body was drained, and the body itself had become a vessel for storing Immortal Power, refined into an Immortal Puppet.

The soul was bound eternally, never to rest or be reborn.