Looking at a man with excitement, this would be considered somewhat perverse in the eyes of ordinary people.
But obviously, this middle-aged man did not consider himself to be a pervert.
Seeing the trembling, gasping, pale-faced Song Ziyang in front of him, the middle-aged man felt a wave of desire and then pounced on him.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Song Ziyang felt despair in his heart, feeling like he was about to die here.
Fortunately, there is always someone who comes to save him.
The middle-aged man's body stiffened, in the dim darkness, someone was standing there, grabbing his hand.
His body stiffened, unable to express his feelings, but soon flew out.
"Finally found it."
A long sigh came out.
A handsome young man walked out from the dim corner, looking at the person in front of him with a sigh.
Song Ziyang was stunned, not sure if it was an illusion, he felt like the voice in front of him seemed familiar.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that he was not mistaken.
The person in front of him was not just familiar, he was someone he knew!
"Master, Master!"
He immediately called out loudly, making a sound.
"Mr. Song, it has been a long time."
Chen An heard Song Ziyang's voice and was momentarily stunned.
It had been a while since they last met, and since Chen An was not particularly close to him, he didn't recognize him at first.
But as soon as Song Ziyang spoke, Chen An immediately remembered.
Who else would call him that besides this guy all the time?
A large claw reached out in front of him, digging towards Chen An's chest, looking like it was going to tear open his chest.
Chen An's body slightly bent, instinctively punching out, the powerful internal energy rushing forward.
Boom!
Like a fierce tiger attacking, roaring.
Faced with this heavy blow, the person in front of him didn't have time to say anything, and was directly struck down, his chest bursting open and deforming.
A crimson blood flowed down like it was endless, the situation was so thrilling that it was unstoppable.
The middle-aged man in front of him had wide eyes, his eyes bloodshot, watching as he died helplessly.
"Is that it?"
Looking at the body in front of him, Chen An felt somewhat speechless.
He knew he had exerted too much force.
But there was no other way.
After just advancing, there would be this problem, not being able to control the strength in his body.
He felt like the punch just now was just a casual blow, but it ended up smashing the person to death.
He had to be more careful next time.
Thinking like this in his heart, Chen An searched around for a while.
He didn't mind the dirty corpse, skillfully patting it down, finding a few things.
Some scattered silver notes, totaling about a few hundred taels of silver, and a token made of an unknown material.
The token was made of gold, seeming to be some kind of antique, and should be worth some money.
Most importantly, this token was a sinister object that could replenish energy.
"Let's go, let's find a place to talk."
After doing all this, he turned to look at Song Ziyang who was somewhat stunned on the side, then spoke.
"Yes."
Song Ziyang swallowed, nodding quickly.
The two quickly walked out of the alley.
Away from the alley, the outside was still very lively, but most people had already left.
This was normal, without a rich nightlife, the so-called lantern festival was just like this.
Bai Zhilan had already returned to her mansion, so Chen An had been bored, trying his luck around and coincidentally saving this kid, Song Ziyang.
Finding a random inn, Chen An ordered a pot of wine and two side dishes, sitting face to face, then asked.
"Tell me, what trouble have you gotten into this time?"
"Is it your previous enemies again?"
He poured himself a jug of wine, then chuckled and said.
"It's a long story."
Song Ziyang remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.
He had no secrets from Chen An and began to earnestly recount his recent experiences.
After handing Liu Ziqin over to Chen An, Song Ziyang traveled alone to the northern region, hoping to gather clues and find out the real culprit against the Liu family.
After some searching, he finally gained some insight and even used some means to take something from these people.
"It's this thing."
Without any hesitation, Song Ziyang searched his pocket for a while and put something down.
It was a red gemstone.
The gemstone looked very bright, and at first glance, it was not a simple item.
If it were to be sold, it should be worth at least a few dozen taels of silver.
But if it were just that, it seemed to not match the value Song Ziyang mentioned.
Just a gemstone, what use could it have for a warrior?
"What's special about this thing?"
After looking for a long time, Chen An really couldn't see what was so special about this thing, so he asked.
"I don't know."
Song Ziyang shrugged, giving an answer that surprised Chen An.
"If you don't know what it's for, why did you snatch it?"
Chen An was speechless.
"In any case, it's definitely a good thing."
Song Ziyang smiled, "To be honest, I didn't know how valuable it was at first, but seeing them chasing after it so desperately, I figured it must be valuable."
"It probably has something to do with the legendary immortals."
"Immortals?"
Chen An was a little dazed and didn't quite grasp the idea, "Are there really immortals in this world?"
The legends of immortals and gods were abundant in Chen An's past life, but they were never confirmed.
As for this world, there were also stories of immortals and Buddhas, but Chen An had never seen them.
But in a world with martial arts, if there were immortals and Buddhas, it seemed quite normal, not something strange.
"Of course, they exist, but they have long been extinct."
In contrast to Chen An's skepticism, Song Ziyang was more certain, "There have been immortals in this world since hundreds of years ago, but they were few in number."
Seeing Chen An still looked confused, as if having some doubts, Song Ziyang added, "Aside from the past, the royal family of Liangguo is said to be the descendants of an immortal."
The royal family of Liangguo, descendants of an immortal?
"How do you know so much about this?"
Chen An looked at Song Ziyang with some suspicion.
He wasn't doubting Song Ziyang's words, but was beginning to doubt his identity.
Come to think of it, since their first meeting, Song Ziyang hadn't detailed his background, only mentioning having a teacher.
Now it seemed that compared to others, Song Ziyang's identity wasn't that simple either.
It was possible that he was one of the so-called descendants of immortals.
But if he really was one of the so-called descendants of an immortal, how did he end up in his current position step by step?
Feeling Chen An's suspicious gaze, as if knowing what Chen An was thinking, Song Ziyang waved his hand and said, "Don't misunderstand."
"According to my master, my ancestors were indeed from an immortal, but from childhood to adulthood, I've just been a normal person and never realized that there was anything different about me from ordinary people."
"The so-called descendants of immortals, over time, are actually not that different from ordinary people."
"More than being the descendant of an immortal, I hope I am a martial arts genius, not like now, struggling for more than ten years, and not even achieving the complete body refining level."
As he spoke, his voice gradually grew low, showing signs of disappointment.
Looking at a man with excitement, this would be considered somewhat perverse in the eyes of ordinary people.
But obviously, this middle-aged man did not consider himself to be a pervert.
Seeing the trembling, gasping, pale-faced Song Ziyang in front of him, the middle-aged man felt a wave of desire and then pounced on him.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Song Ziyang felt despair in his heart, feeling like he was about to die here.
Fortunately, there is always someone who comes to save him.
The middle-aged man's body stiffened, in the dim darkness, someone was standing there, grabbing his hand.
His body stiffened, unable to express his feelings, but soon flew out.
"Finally found it."
A long sigh came out.
A handsome young man walked out from the dim corner, looking at the person in front of him with a sigh.
Song Ziyang was stunned, not sure if it was an illusion, he felt like the voice in front of him seemed familiar.
Upon closer inspection, he realized that he was not mistaken.
The person in front of him was not just familiar, he was someone he knew!
"Master, Master!"
He immediately called out loudly, making a sound.
"Mr. Song, it has been a long time."
Chen An heard Song Ziyang's voice and was momentarily stunned.
It had been a while since they last met, and since Chen An was not particularly close to him, he didn't recognize him at first.
But as soon as Song Ziyang spoke, Chen An immediately remembered.
Who else would call him that besides this guy all the time?
A large claw reached out in front of him, digging towards Chen An's chest, looking like it was going to tear open his chest.
Chen An's body slightly bent, instinctively punching out, the powerful internal energy rushing forward.
Boom!
Like a fierce tiger attacking, roaring.
Faced with this heavy blow, the person in front of him didn't have time to say anything, and was directly struck down, his chest bursting open and deforming.
A crimson blood flowed down like it was endless, the situation was so thrilling that it was unstoppable.
The middle-aged man in front of him had wide eyes, his eyes bloodshot, watching as he died helplessly.
"Is that it?"
Looking at the body in front of him, Chen An felt somewhat speechless.
He knew he had exerted too much force.
But there was no other way.
After just advancing, there would be this problem, not being able to control the strength in his body.
He felt like the punch just now was just a casual blow, but it ended up smashing the person to death.
He had to be more careful next time.
Thinking like this in his heart, Chen An searched around for a while.
He didn't mind the dirty corpse, skillfully patting it down, finding a few things.
Some scattered silver notes, totaling about a few hundred taels of silver, and a token made of an unknown material.
The token was made of gold, seeming to be some kind of antique, and should be worth some money.
Most importantly, this token was a sinister object that could replenish energy.
"Let's go, let's find a place to talk."
After doing all this, he turned to look at Song Ziyang who was somewhat stunned on the side, then spoke.
"Yes."
Song Ziyang swallowed, nodding quickly.
The two quickly walked out of the alley.
Away from the alley, the outside was still very lively, but most people had already left.
This was normal, without a rich nightlife, the so-called lantern festival was just like this.
Bai Zhilan had already returned to her mansion, so Chen An had been bored, trying his luck around and coincidentally saving this kid, Song Ziyang.
Finding a random inn, Chen An ordered a pot of wine and two side dishes, sitting face to face, then asked.
"Tell me, what trouble have you gotten into this time?"
"Is it your previous enemies again?"
He poured himself a jug of wine, then chuckled and said.
"It's a long story."
Song Ziyang remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.
He had no secrets from Chen An and began to earnestly recount his recent experiences.
After handing Liu Ziqin over to Chen An, Song Ziyang traveled alone to the northern region, hoping to gather clues and find out the real culprit against the Liu family.
After some searching, he finally gained some insight and even used some means to take something from these people.
"It's this thing."
Without any hesitation, Song Ziyang searched his pocket for a while and put something down.
It was a red gemstone.
The gemstone looked very bright, and at first glance, it was not a simple item.
If it were to be sold, it should be worth at least a few dozen taels of silver.
But if it were just that, it seemed to not match the value Song Ziyang mentioned.
Just a gemstone, what use could it have for a warrior?
"What's special about this thing?"
After looking for a long time, Chen An really couldn't see what was so special about this thing, so he asked.
"I don't know."
Song Ziyang shrugged, giving an answer that surprised Chen An.
"If you don't know what it's for, why did you snatch it?"
Chen An was speechless.
"In any case, it's definitely a good thing."
Song Ziyang smiled, "To be honest, I didn't know how valuable it was at first, but seeing them chasing after it so desperately, I figured it must be valuable."
"It probably has something to do with the legendary immortals."
"Immortals?"
Chen An was a little dazed and didn't quite grasp the idea, "Are there really immortals in this world?"
The legends of immortals and gods were abundant in Chen An's past life, but they were never confirmed.
As for this world, there were also stories of immortals and Buddhas, but Chen An had never seen them.
But in a world with martial arts, if there were immortals and Buddhas, it seemed quite normal, not something strange.
"Of course, they exist, but they have long been extinct."
In contrast to Chen An's skepticism, Song Ziyang was more certain, "There have been immortals in this world since hundreds of years ago, but they were few in number."
Seeing Chen An still looked confused, as if having some doubts, Song Ziyang added, "Aside from the past, the royal family of Liangguo is said to be the descendants of an immortal."
The royal family of Liangguo, descendants of an immortal?
"How do you know so much about this?"
Chen An looked at Song Ziyang with some suspicion.
He wasn't doubting Song Ziyang's words, but was beginning to doubt his identity.
Come to think of it, since their first meeting, Song Ziyang hadn't detailed his background, only mentioning having a teacher.
Now it seemed that compared to others, Song Ziyang's identity wasn't that simple either.
It was possible that he was one of the so-called descendants of immortals.
But if he really was one of the so-called descendants of an immortal, how did he end up in his current position step by step?
Feeling Chen An's suspicious gaze, as if knowing what Chen An was thinking, Song Ziyang waved his hand and said, "Don't misunderstand."
"According to my master, my ancestors were indeed from an immortal, but from childhood to adulthood, I've just been a normal person and never realized that there was anything different about me from ordinary people."
"The so-called descendants of immortals, over time, are actually not that different from ordinary people."
"More than being the descendant of an immortal, I hope I am a martial arts genius, not like now, struggling for more than ten years, and not even achieving the complete body refining level."
As he spoke, his voice gradually grew low, showing signs of disappointment.
