Qixia Peak is located deep in the Yandang Mountains, more than 400 miles northwest of Longli Lake. The peak is a thousand feet high and steep, with ancient trees and green grass and wild flowers on it.
A bluestone path about ten feet wide is faintly visible under the shade of large trees and green plants, extending from the foot of the mountain to the top in twists and turns.
Zhao Sheng and his two companions mounted their horses at the foot of Qixia Peak and handed the Green Scaled Dragon Horse over to the care of the mountain guard.
The mountain keepers are a group of mortals whose ancestors also came from a family of immortal cultivators, but they have all long since declined.
They accepted commissions from nearby immortal cultivation families and have been stationed at Qixia Peak for generations, specifically serving the immortal cultivators.
Just as the three of them stepped onto the stone steps, Zhao Chongxiao suddenly stopped, looked at Zhao Sheng anxiously, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Zhao Sheng noticed this and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"Well, after meeting the Three Immortals of Wushan, could you please not take action right away? Let me say a few words first." Zhao Chongxiao rubbed his hands and said flatteringly.
"Well, sure. But you have to give me a reason to convince me." Zhao Sheng said readily.
At this time, Zhao Chongwei was unwilling to do so and said angrily: "Humph, Chonghe, let's ignore this traitor. He might have some bad ideas."
Zhao Chongxiao said bitterly, "I've been infected with the Corrupted Blood Gu. I want to see if I can trick the antidote back."
Zhao Sheng was stunned when he heard this, and almost forgot that Zhao Chongxiao had a life-threatening ghost thing on him.
Zhao Sheng thought about it and felt that he could delay for a while, and Zhao Chongxiao was family after all, so he couldn't force him into a desperate situation.
So he agreed, "Okay! But only if it doesn't affect the plan."
"Absolutely not!" Zhao Chongxiao's face was filled with joy and he quickly agreed.
Zhao Sheng nodded, turned sideways and extended his hand, making a gesture of invitation, saying: "Then please come in!"
Zhao Chongxiao took a deep breath and stepped onto Qixia Peak first. Zhao Sheng followed closely behind, pulling the angry Zhao Chongwei.
Although Qixia Peak is steep and the steps are slippery, it is not a problem for the three Qi-refining cultivators.
In just less than two quarters of an hour, the three of them crossed thousands of stone steps and arrived at a flat place halfway up the mountain.
This is a depression in the mountains, with an area of about twenty feet. There is a four-pillar stone pavilion for viewing the scenery built close to the edge of the cliff.
As soon as the three of them got here, they saw two people, one standing and one sitting in the stone pavilion.
Both of them were dressed in apricot yellow Taoist robes and green leaf crowns on their heads, dressed like Taoist priests.
The one sitting had a face like a full moon and a bloated body, while the one standing had green hair and beard and a sallow complexion, looking more like a dead person than a living one.
When Zhao Chongxiao saw the two of them, his body trembled violently and he froze on the spot.
Zhao Sheng caught a glimpse of his strange behavior and knew that the two people opposite him were undoubtedly two of the Three Immortals of Wushan.
But where is the third person?
Before the thought faded away, Zhao Sheng suddenly heard a series of tapping sounds behind him, like the crisp sound of some metal touching stone.
Zhao Sheng suddenly turned around and looked back.
A dozen stone steps below, a lame man with his right trouser leg empty, was walking slowly up the mountain, leaning on a silver snake-head crutch in his right hand.
Faced with this situation, even a fool would know that something is wrong.
Zhao Sheng put his left hand into his sleeve and quietly held the dragon-trapping talisman in his hand. At the same time, he pulled Zhao Chongwei and slowly retreated towards the mountain wall.
On the other side, Zhao Chongxiao suddenly rushed to the stone pavilion and excitedly shouted to the two people in the pavilion: "Senior, I have brought the person here. Give me the antidote quickly!"
In the stone pavilion, the fat man sitting there was named Zhang Xiong. He was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He was the second of the Three Immortals of Wushan.
The standing green-haired ghost is the third one, named Chu Hu, a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.
Hearing Zhao Chongxiao's cry, Zhang Xiong patted his belly and laughed heartily: "Boy, you did a great job. The Taoist will not treat you unfairly. It's just the antidote, take it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiong threw a blood-red ball casually, and it flew out from under his sleeve in an instant. After drawing an arc, it fell accurately into Zhao Chongxiao's hand.
Zhao Chongxiao was overjoyed. He quickly raised his hand, opened his mouth, and swallowed the blood pill in one gulp.
After taking the antidote, his face was filled with gratitude, and he bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude: "Thank you very much, senior, for giving me the antidote. I am deeply grateful."
At this time, the lame man with crutches happened to appear in this depression.
Seeing Zhao Chongxiao's expression, he suddenly said, "Little boy, I'm going to teach you a lesson today. Remember not to trust anyone's promises. Don't forget this in your next life!"
When Zhao Chongxiao heard this, his face turned pale instantly, and he stumbled with fear: "Senior, what are you doing... Uh!"
Just when he was halfway through his words, Zhao Chongxiao's body suddenly twitched, and the exposed skin turned red and purple in an instant, and countless drops of blood oozed out of the pores all over his body.
In an instant, black and purple pus and blood flowed out of Zhao Chongxiao's seven orifices, and his skin quickly ulcerated and oozed out a large amount of pus and blood.
In just seven or eight breaths, Zhao Chongxiao's body quickly melted into a pool of blood in full view of everyone.
A gust of wind blew, and a red and white skeleton collapsed, scattered in the blood.
The scene is really scary!
vomit!
Zhao Chongwei had never seen such a bloody scene before. Her stomach instantly churned and convulsed, and she doubled over and couldn't help but vomit.
After seeing this scene, the lame man felt very satisfied.
In his opinion, this tactic of killing the chicken to scare the monkey was just right.
It will probably save a lot of effort when "persuading" the two babies later.
The Lame Man is the eldest of the Three Immortals of Wushan. His real name and origin are very mysterious, even his two sworn brothers are not clear about them.
He always calls himself Zhou Laoguai. He has the highest cultivation level among the three immortals and is close to the great perfection of Qi refining.
Zhou Laoguai slowly approached Zhao Sheng and the other man, releasing the powerful aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining while threatening them sinisterly: "You two better surrender obediently. Don't let me take action, or you will suffer in the future!"
Zhao Sheng pulled Zhao Chongwei back to the cliff face and shouted warily, "Who are you?"
Zhou Laoguai looked confident of victory and laughed triumphantly, "Haha, you ask who we are? I'm your future master!"
"Wait a minute, I have something to say!" Zhao Sheng suddenly shouted.
He wanted to delay a little because the situation was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
The Three Immortals of Wushan were not standing together. The Dead Cripple was at least five or six feet away from the other two, while the range of the Dragon-Trapping Talisman was only three feet.
This is a bit difficult!
Zhou Laoguai chuckled and said, "Wait until I've finished restricting you. You'll have plenty of time to talk."
As he spoke, he showed no intention of stopping.
Seeing the cripple approaching within two feet, Zhao Sheng gritted his teeth and tore the dragon-trapping talisman into pieces with his hands.
The next moment, a golden halo suddenly shot out from Zhao Sheng's cuffs, and instantly expanded countless times, turning into a golden bowl-shaped light shield, which caught Zhou Laoguai in the middle like lightning.
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen golden light chains suddenly "grew" out from the wall of the cover, and instantly penetrated into the interior, tightly wrapping around Zhou Laoguai's head, neck, waist, arms, left foot and snake head like living things.
"Boss, be careful!
However, the second brother Zhang Xiong's warning was one step too late.
The activated second-level dragon-trapping talisman is as fast as lightning!
By the time he shouted, Zhou Laoguai had already been locked up by the Dragon Trapping Talisman.