Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter

Chapter 550 - 178: The World Often Betrays the Lovesick; Longs Hidden, Tigers Lurking, Returning to Divine Wood

The steed galloped and swayed, treading over the autumn meadows.

The woman in white, her garments fluttering and her long hair dancing, swept past the strong man behind her, tickling him lightly with the wind’s tug.

Her figure naturally nestled half into the embrace of the man behind her.

If this man were also in white, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, anyone who saw them would surely exclaim at their beauty.

Unfortunately, the two differed greatly in physique and appearance, like the contrast between a gorilla and a beauty.

More importantly, their hearts were far apart, separated by layers upon layers of lies.

Even more crucial is that neither of them is naive enough to fall in love just because they’re riding the same horse.

After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, one loses one’s madness, except for acting, there is no other way.

Yet this lucid madness, is it not true madness?

Those inexperienced don’t know there are tigers in the mountains and yet head there; those who have lived life still knowingly go to the tiger’s lair; each has their madness, each their charm, who can say which is superior?

Li Yuan looked at the White Lotus Demoness before him, feeling the leisurely ride, and suddenly thought of someone from a TV show he watched before crossing over. That Immortal who had experienced countless identities in the Human World—did he also have such a mindset?

Longing to grow stronger, but upon reaching a certain strength, desiring to experience the myriad facets of humans, to see all the forms of life, to even become part of the myriad forms; perhaps even holding black in one hand and white in the other, taking the Social World and the world as a chessboard, being both the greatest villain and the greatest hero, using this game to find delight.

Li Yuan closed his eyes and gently inhaled the fragrance between the blue strands of the White Lotus Demoness’s hair, like savoring the scent of a blooming flower, an experience that felt novel and amusing.

White Spirit Water sensed his breath and silently noted today’s floral dew she used.

This is star osmanthus, a small type of osmanthus with a fainter scent that surprises nonetheless.

Such flowers are the antidote to gaudiness, bringing calm to the mind.

The two remain silent.

The steed enters a small town and arrives at a certain tavern.

White Spirit Water hands the horse to the tavern boy, tossing a copper plate to have him feed some hay, then leads Li Yuan to check into a private room.

Naturally, the Demoness won’t miss the chance to share a room, especially with the ready excuse.

"Brother Dian, I’m short on funds, so I can only get one room," she softly said.

Li Yuan responded with an "Oh," then chuckled: "Young lady, don’t worry, I brought money with me."

Saying this, he reached into his belt, then felt around his thighs.

With the movement of his hand, his pants shifted left and right.

This detail he picked up from some rascal, now borrowing it to enhance his "character setup."

This scene made everyone in the tavern quickly avert their gaze, respectful of privacy.

Some even voiced contempt.

"Such a crude person, seemingly uneducated—crude, extremely crude!"

"Is this perhaps a savage from the mountains?"

These voices sound a few times before the White Lotus Demoness turned her head and angrily scolded: "Brother Dian has a pure heart, something you all cannot fathom!"

Those people burst into laughter.

"Oh, such a pretty young lady, why follow a savage? Want to come to me? I’m better than a savage!"

"The young lady is angry, seems like she enjoys the savage’s company but... pity a flower planted on dung."

The speaker grew more bold, speaking profanely, indecently, and without restraint.

The White Lotus Demoness’s pupils turned red.

Li Yuan pulled a piece of silver from his pants, slapped it on the table, then stepped forward, grabbing those who had just insulted him and the Demoness, throwing them out one by one.

As he threw, he bitterly shouted: "You’re bullying me! You’re bullying me! Why do you bully people?!"

Swish, swish, swish!!

One by one, they were tossed out, drawing arcs in the air.

Cries of pain soon followed from afar.

Though there were many skilled people here, once thrown by Li Yuan, their skills temporarily vanished.

Li Yuan could see the data, expertly controlling his strength to ensure the opponent’s body shattered and fell, then bedridden for a day or two.

"You’re bullying people!"

"Bullying people!"

He said aggrievedly, continually throwing, fierce in capturing people like chickens and tossing them out the window.

The remaining people in the tavern watched, dumbstruck and silent.

Even the White Lotus Demoness was stunned.

Not...

She had seen flattening, seen oppression, but had never seen someone shouting "you’re bullying people" while bullying others.

Soon, not one of the noisy ones remained.

Yet the bald brute lamented, persistently declaring: "They’re bullying people, how can they be this way?"

The White Lotus Demoness tugged him gently and sighed: "Brother Dian might have seen little of the world, but this is how it truly is."

She saw that although the brute was strong, his heart was as clear as paper.

She wanted to inscribe a thought upon it: "Disgust with the world, thus a desire to create a new world" —to draw him into the sect at last.

Li Yuan shouted: "Where is Qing Hancheng? I want to find him!"

The White Lotus Demoness hurriedly pulled his rough monkey paw, hastily returning to the room, then sat with him on opposite sides of a couch, finally speaking gently: "Brother Dian, you’re very powerful, but Qing Hancheng is also quite strong. Your conflict will inevitably impact many, even causing innocent lives to be lost."

So, young sister suggests writing a letter, setting a location, and inviting Qing Hancheng to a duel.