Dao Companions Help Me Live Forever

Chapter 59: Ding Le's Struggle for Survival

It seemed like a kind of fate, or perhaps a guiding force from the beyond, or maybe an entangled karmic relationship that couldn't be discerned clearly?

Well, none of that was true.

Ding Le simply felt that the only person in Kyoto who could save him now was the mysterious and inscrutable Supervisor Yu.

According to his guess, this Supervisor Yu was very likely a cultivator.

After all, he was the man who had personally suffered a palm strike from Yu Xian.

The feeling he had when he met the cultivator who controlled fire and killed him was surprisingly similar to the feeling he had when Supervisor Yu beat him that day.

He had kept this matter hidden in his heart all this time.

He had originally thought it could only be a small secret he would boast about to his descendants in his old age.

But this time, he was truly at a dead end and could only choose to take a gamble and fight for a glimmer of hope.

Ding Le looked at the tall walls of the Fu Palace, took a step forward, and just as he was about three inches off the ground, an invisible force pressed him down heavily.

Thud!

Ding Le fell on his butt.

"Get lost!"

A low, hoarse, and old voice sounded in his ears.

"Senior, I'm in desperate need of help!"

Ding Le was not angry but rather delighted. His guess was correct; there was indeed a master in the palace!

"I'm on your side! I'm on your side! I'm Supervisor Yu's man!"

He jumped up again.

Poof!

This time, the pressure was even stronger. Ding Le felt as if his light body was carrying a mountain. He watched helplessly as the talisman on his chest burned rapidly and turned into ashes with a whoosh.

"Get lost, damn it! Why do you come to me when you cause trouble?"

The voice became impatient.

But Ding Le felt that this tone was particularly familiar, and a flash of insight came to his mind.

"Supervisor Yu, save me! I have a big secret!"

"Don't talk about big secrets, not even big waves!"

Yu Xian was very annoyed.

It was late at night, and he had just finished warming up with the princess in his left hand and Yulan in his right hand, preparing for another round of pleasure.

But then he sensed a sudden intense fluctuation in the aura of the ancient monster that had remained unchanged in the palace for thousands of years.

Shortly after, his divine sense swept over and saw Ding Le preparing to climb the wall.

He instantly had the urge to kill him.

The gray-black blood qi entwined around Ding Le's body was like a guiding light in his eyes.

Ding Le felt wronged and wanted to cry.

He had been living a good life, but someone dragged him into this mess. Who could he reason with?

But at this moment, his mind was working faster than ever.

"Prince Fu! Supervisor Yu, I saw Prince Fu! Prince Fu is not dead!"

He had to prove his worth.

There was a moment of silence in the palace.

"Stay still, don't make a sound."

Ding Le immediately held his breath and felt a tearing pain in his body. The next moment, he saw a wisp of gray-black blood qi drilling out of his body.

Only then did he understand why he couldn't shake off the tail behind him no matter what.

"Go back to your martial arts school, eat and drink as if nothing happened, and I will find you."

"Don't even think about running away. If others can leave a mark on you, so can I!"

"Yes, yes!"

Ding Le felt relieved.

At least he managed to keep his life.

Ding Le bowed towards the direction of the Fu Palace, then scurried away like a big black rat, disappearing into the alleyways after twisting and turning.

The stray cat sleeping on the tree suddenly woke up, meowed, and its amber eyes emitted a green light in the night.

The instincts of a wild beast told it that danger was approaching.

It jumped down from the tree and ran to its other hideout, but it didn't notice the gray-black blood qi swirling around its head, like a curse engraved upon it.

"Meow!"

The stray cat let out a miserable and piercing scream.

Its body slammed heavily against the wall, bursting into a spray of blood. A strand of robust gray-black blood rose from its body, only to be caught in the hand of a wolf claw covered in black fur.

The owner of the wolf claw was a middle-aged general with a dignified expression. He wore black armor with a wolf head emblem on his chest, the former captain of the Forbidden Army.

"Sir, what should we do next?"

A young imperial guard stepped forward to inquire, seemingly accustomed to the wolf claw of the captain.

"It seems that there is a master making a move. What about the other two?"

The captain took out a bottle from his pocket and carefully collected the blood.

"One tried to escape through the river, and the other hid in the residence of an official from the Ministry of Revenue. They have both been captured," the young guard reported.

"This person is capable of deciphering the methods of our ancestors. It is beyond our reach. Go back and report to the ancestors," the captain said, turning to leave but suddenly stopping in his tracks.

"Also, have the Eastern Factory take action. First, bring the official from the Ministry of Revenue to the prison for interrogation. Only after we have clarified everything should we release him."

"Yes."

The young guard knew that this official, whether he knew anything or not, would not have a chance to come out. The prison of the Eastern Factory was a place where ordinary people, once they entered, would lose half their lives.

...

Deep within the imperial palace.

An old man with white hair draped over his shoulders sat on the steps in front of the palace wearing a loose white robe. In front of his knees lay a silver wolf the size of a calf.

The fur of the silver wolf was all silver, like satin in the dark night, emitting a faint glow. Only its eyes were blood-red.

The captain stood in front of the old man, not daring to breathe heavily, his gaze filled with fear as he looked at the silver wolf.

The old man stroked the fur of the wolf cub with one hand and played with a bottle containing gray-black blood essence in the other.

"Since there is a master making a move, it's not your fault if you return empty-handed. But since they are so impatient, if we don't teach them a lesson, they will think our Jiang family is weak and can be bullied."

"You are always being beaten down, and I am also annoyed by those guys," the old man looked at the captain and said, "Don't disappoint me. The Black Wolf Guards that I personally trained, if they lose, I will be very unhappy."

The captain suppressed his excitement and said, "Please rest assured, Ancestor. I will go and pacify the rebels and conquer the land!"

To achieve great success, become a noble, and be appointed as a minister, all in this very moment!

He endured the pain of the demonic blood entering his body, all for this moment. As for immortality and longevity, he had never thought about it, nor dared to.

"Go."

"I take my leave, Ancestor."

The captain took small, respectful steps and withdrew.

The old man opened the bottle and brought it close to the silver wolf.

"Can you smell anything?"

The silver wolf sniffed and shook its head in a human-like manner.

"It's just an old gray rat. It doesn't matter if we can't find it. The person who can break my spiritual mark must be a Foundation Building cultivator," the old man frowned slightly. "The Foundation Building cultivators of the Lin family are all being watched. Could it be that someone secretly achieved Foundation Building? Or did the Lin family secretly seek outside help?"

He had never suspected that it was a Foundation Building cultivator who was hiding somewhere.

After all, no fool of a Foundation Building cultivator would come to the mortal world to hide.

If it weren't for his duty and his old age, he wouldn't have been able to come to this mortal world to guard it.

The environment here was like a pond on the verge of drying up.

And he was a big fish that could only swim in the mud in the pond. If he made a slightly bigger move, there would be a crisis of water shortage.

So most of the time, he was in a state of hibernation, slowing down the last bit of vitality.

He only emitted a slight aura most of the time to show his deterrence.

If it weren't for that, even though he was old and weak, a group of mortal warriors wouldn't have been able to approach the palace without being discovered.

The old man looked back at the brightly lit palace.

"Unfortunately, he didn't take action personally, otherwise, we could have captured him. Cutting off a Foundation Building cultivator would probably cause the Lin family some trouble. However, as long as we have a little more time..."

"Lin family, your hesitation is the reason for your downfall."

The old man took out a blood-red pill, swallowed it, and slowly closed his eyes, sinking into a deep sleep.

Now, guarding the palace was his top priority.

As for everything else, it was all trivial matters.

Whatever was lost today would be regained twice as much tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)