15: People from the Ghost Corpse Temple

Honestly, if an Internal Skill was that expensive, Chen Heng really wouldn't want to practice it.

It would be better to use that money to buy more raw Materials for qi and blood decoction.

Slowly consuming medicine could make one the strongest.

Time slowly passed, and the sky turned dark in the blink of an eye.

Although moving with Mu Wanqing and the others increased the safety factor, the speed would be slower accordingly.

A journey that would originally take about three days would now probably take about five days.

“Let’s set up camp here tonight.” The Escorts under Liang Ben cleared out the surroundings, leaving a large open space.

“There’s also a small stream nearby, which makes it convenient for us to make a fire and cook.”

Chen Heng and his group still ate their own food, and the Mu Family caravan didn’t say much.

At night, Liang Ben proactively offered to have the Escorts from the Escort agency stand guard.

The implication was to let Chen Heng and the others rest well.

However, Chen Heng refused; such a task as standing guard could not be entrusted to outsiders with peace of mind.

Chen Heng sat in front of the bonfire, poking at the burning wood before him.

He probably couldn't perform any Optimization these past few days on the road, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain the sudden change in his heavy saber.

The few Escorts from the Escort agency sat opposite Chen Heng, not daring to speak to him at all.

After all, Chen Heng’s Saber Qi that morning had scared them quite a bit, and they had already concluded that this person was difficult to get along with.

“Old Hu, I’m going to the restroom. When I come back, we’ll switch shifts.” A young man patted the middle-aged Escort’s shoulder, then turned and walked to the stream to relieve himself.

Chen Heng glanced at the man, then continued to wipe his saber.

The cracks on the heavy saber had increased again, seemingly due to Chen Heng using Saber Qi a few times.

“It’s just an ordinary weapon after all.” Chen Heng felt a bit regretful; this heavy saber was quite handy to use.

He could only pray now that no battles would occur along the way, otherwise, his heavy saber might turn into scrap iron.

However, it wasn’t the heavy saber’s fault for being fragile; after all, Chen Heng’s combat intensity was simply too high.

After chatting with Liang Ben on the road, Chen Heng realized that he should be much stronger than a normal Transformation Realm Martial Artist.

It was already quite difficult for a normal Transformation Realm Martial Artist to single-handedly kill a White Zombie.

But that White Zombie hadn't put much pressure on Chen Heng.

“Forget it, why think so much?” Chen Heng shook his head, throwing those jumbled thoughts to the back of his mind.

He didn’t need to think too much; he just needed to make himself stronger.

As long as his strength was sufficient, no difficulty would be a difficulty… An hour passed, and the young man who went to relieve himself still hadn't returned.

Chen Heng realized something was wrong and quickly went to check on the middle-aged Escort.

But before Chen Heng’s hand could even touch the Escort, he melted into a puddle of rotten flesh on the ground.

“What’s going on?” Chen Heng frowned deeply. Had they encountered a demon?

“No, I have to go back and check first.” Chen Heng quickly ran back to his carriage.

Opening the carriage door, Chen Heng found Chen Fugui and Xiao He sleeping soundly.

He placed his fingers under their noses.

Fortunately, their breathing was steady.

“Let’s go take a look by the river.” After some thought, Chen Heng still decided to go check it out.

Even if there was danger, with his current strength, he could run even if he couldn’t win.

Carrying his heavy saber, Chen Heng cautiously crept towards the riverbank.

“This…” Chen Heng found the young man still in the posture of relieving himself.

Walking closer, Chen Heng’s scalp tingled.

The man’s face was completely gone, revealing crimson flesh and pink brain matter inside!

Suddenly, Chen Heng felt a gust of wind coming from behind him.

“Who?”

Chen Heng turned and blocked, emitting a crisp clang.

“Gah gah gah gah gah.” A soaking wet monster crouched on the ground, its two fist-sized eyes staring intently at Chen Heng.

“Water monkey?”

Although Chen Heng knew that this world had all sorts of demons and monsters, he really hadn’t expected to see this thing here.

This creature had a slender body, pale gray skin covered with rough scales and warts.

“Gah gah gah!”

The water monkey roared at Chen Heng, then charged at him on all fours.

“First Form! Tiger Roar!”

Chen Heng simultaneously activated the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art and the White Tiger Geng Metal Saber.

A soul-stirring Tiger Roar echoed throughout the entire camp.

The water monkey was repelled by this saber strike, which also left a deep, bone-visible saber mark on its body.

“So weak?”

“Gah!” The water monkey seemed to understand what Chen Heng was saying, let out a cry, and pounced again.

Chen Heng was too lazy to entangle with it and decided to cut it down with one strike.

“Third Form, Geng Metal Qi!”

A stream of Geng Metal Qi sliced across the water monkey’s body.

The water monkey didn’t even have time to let out a scream before its entire body was split in two.

Pale green blood flowed all over the ground, and a foul stench wafted out.

“No, a water monkey doesn’t have that much capability.”

The more Chen Heng looked, the more he felt something was wrong. This water monkey was at most the strength of an External Force Martial Artist.

How could it silently kill two experienced Escorts?

“What’s going on?” Liang Ben’s figure flickered, appearing beside Chen Heng.

“There are dead people, two Escorts died.” Chen Heng pointed at the water monkey’s corpse on the ground.

“But I don’t think this thing has such ability.”

“It’s too weak.”

“This is…” Liang Ben squatted down and poked at the water monkey’s corpse a couple of times, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

“Indeed, no wonder it could kill him.”

Just as Liang Ben was still poking at the water monkey’s corpse, a sinister voice came from deep within the forest.

“Who?” Chen Heng’s vigilance immediately rose to its highest, his heavy saber gripped tightly in his hand, Geng Metal Qi enveloping the heavy saber.

“What, you killed my Junior Brother, and you can’t even guess who I am?”

A short, dwarf-like figure emerged from the shadows.

“Who is your Junior Brother? Why don’t I recognize him?” Chen Heng couldn’t figure out who the person in front of him was referring to as his Junior Brother.

Could it be Cool Daoist?

“Think carefully, you still have his things on you.” The dwarf pointed at Chen Heng’s chest.

The spot the dwarf pointed to was exactly where Chen Heng kept the soul suppressing bell!

“Someone from the Ghost Corpse Temple.” Chen Heng’s expression immediately darkened.

He hadn't expected that even after running over a hundred li, these people could still find him.

“What, are you here to avenge your Junior Brother?” Chen Heng had fully entered combat mode, his muscles bulging, Qi and blood surging throughout his body.

“No, no, no, my Junior Brother’s Seven Corpse Array was no match for you, how could I possibly beat you?”

The dwarf waved his hands repeatedly, but the smile on his face didn’t diminish in the slightest.

“Then what are you here for?” Chen Heng still hadn’t lowered the heavy saber in his hand.

“Just to get to know me?”

“Of course not.” The dwarf shook his large head.

“I’m here to get back the soul suppressing bell.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Chen Heng looked at the dwarf with the gaze one would give an idiot.

“Since the item is in my hands, do you think I’ll still give it to you?”

“I know that, of course.” The dwarf reached into his clothes and pulled out a book.

“You’re a Martial Artist, right? How about I exchange this Internal Skill with you?”