Sovereign To Immortality Chapter 33 - Helplessness

Yang Junshan thought for a bit, then decided to chase after him and see if he could help. At the same time, he felt a chill in his heart, in his previous life Hao Zhuang had never been out of the Banyan Mountain, would he not die right now?

If that was really the case, then Xu Jing should be connected to Hao Zhuang's death, at least Xu Jing should know how Hao Zhuang died. But in her previous life, Xu Jing did not know anything about Hao Zhuang's death.

Yang Junshan could not help but feel a chill in his heart. Did Xu Jing lie or was it because of Yang Junshan's rebirth that the trajectory of history had changed? Regardless of which one, then would Yang Junshan rus.h.i.+ng over at this moment be able to change Hao Zhuang's fate?

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Just as Yang Junshan was thinking, Hao Zhuang's miserable howl suddenly came from the distance. Yang Junshan's heart trembled for no reason, he raised his head and looked into the distance, only to realise that there was a bush covered with Ge Teng in front of him, and the nuts hanging from the branch indicated that it was the bush that Yang Junshan was looking for.

"Jingjing, quickly save me!"

Hao Zhuang screamed miserably yet again. This time, he was asking Xu Jing for help, but from the beginning to end, Yang Junshan had not heard a single word from him.

Because he was not clear about the situation, Yang Junshan did not ask, and only walked towards the direction of the voice, becoming more cautious.

"Xu Jing, quickly save me! What are you doing …"

"Don't run, come back and save me, I beg you, save me, save me …"

"d.a.m.ned b.i.t.c.h, you're going to diorrible death! "Someone come quickly, help …"

As Yang Junshan pa.s.sed through this patch of shrubbery, a small basin appeared at the bottom of the hill, while at the center of the basin was a small swamp mixed with mud and water. Right at the moment Yang Junshan appeared at the edge of the basin, a small figure flashed into the forest from the other side of the basin.

"Xu Jing you b.a.s.t.a.r.d, save me, quickly send someone over, save me … …"

Following the direction of the voice, Yang Junshan saw a figure at the edge of the swamp on the other side of the hill. The figure was struggling, and was cursing loudly for help, even though the person's entire body was covered in mud, but after successfully awakening the Celestial Spirit, Yang Junshan's eyesight had increased, and he could clearly recognize that the figure was the young man from his village, Hao Zhuang.

Just as he was about to rush over, Yang Junshan suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and walked to the shrubbery that was intertwined with Kudo Vine, picked up the toughest and longest vine, using the Iron Feather Arrow to cut through the root of the vine, then holding onto the vine in his hand, he rushed towards the other side of the swamp where Hao was.

Yang Junshan shouted as he ran: "Stop moving around, open your arms, lean back, lean back!"

Hao Zhuang, who was already in despair, suddenly heard Yang Junshan's shout, as if he had grabbed onto the last straw of hope to save his life. He suddenly turned his upper body towards the direction of the voice and shouted at Yang Junshan, "Save me, save me!"

Yang Junshan saw that when Hao Zhuang suddenly turned around, his entire body sunk back into the swamp, and anxiously scolded, "Don't f * cking move, if you want to live, don't f * cking move. Did you f * cking hear that? Stop howling! "

Perhaps it was because he was frightened, or perhaps it was because he was too far away, that Yang Junshan was able to rely on his further cultivation to clearly hear Hao Zhuang cry for help. However, even though Yang Junshan had shouted out loud in response, Hao Zhuang did not do as Yang Junshan said, but instead sank even deeper because he was trapped in the quagmire and struggled for help.

As the distance between the two shortened, Yang Junshan suddenly saw that not far from where Hao Zhuang was in the swamp, there was a black ma.s.s of thing squirming non-stop. It was only because of this patch of quagmire in front of him that this squirming thing had no choice but to stay at the edge of the quagmire.

These were Black Rot Ants!

Yang Junshan's heart sank, they actually dared to provoke suching, but this also allowed Yang Junshan to instantly understand what exactly the middle grade immortal spirit object that Xu Jing had obtained in her previous life was!

Black Rot Ants lived off carrion, walking quickly in the swamp without having to worry about being addicted to it. The corpses and rotted meat that were immersed in the swamp provided enough food for Black Rot Ants, and the swamp also blocked many of the Black Rot Ants' natural enemies, turning into a sanctuary for the Black Rot Ants to reproduce and grow.

However, there was a chance for the black rot ant to have a mid-grade immortal spirit within her body. This immortal spirit had an extremely high compatibility with the immortal spiritual cavities that appeared in the cultivators' eyes and ears.

It waity that they were chased and killed by the Black Rotten Ants when they were escaping. Hao Zhuang panicked and fell into a quagmire while choosing his own path, while Xu Jing escaped from the swamp, but in the end, he did not come out to save the village that had helped her before.

In his previous life, Xu Jing rose quickly after the Banyan Mountain, and with the help of her Celestial Spiritual Cauldron, she suppressed Zhang Huzi, Xu Lei and the others, and quickly became the strongest warrior in the young generation of Tuqiu Village.

Fortunately, this thing rarely came out of the swamp. As long as Yang Junshan stood outside the swamp and threw the Kudo Vine into the swamp, it was possible that he could rescue Hao Zhuang out of it.

While his imagination was running wild, Yang Junshan closed the distance between him and Hao Zhuang once again. This time, Hao Zhuang finally heard Yang Junshan's explosive roar.

However, Hao Zhuang's body had already fallen into a quagmire from his chest all the way down, even though he tried his best to fall back, it had become extremely difficult. He could only wail out loud, asking Yang Junshan to save him.

But Yang Junshan didn't reply at this time. Instead, he sprinted forward while staring at a small footprint on Hao Zhuang's shoulder.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Junshan understood what had happened in the swamp. After the two of them killed the ant and obtained the middle ranked immortal spirit, the two of them ran into the swamp as they were being chased by the Black Rot Ants, and suddenly fell into a mire in a panic, with not a single path in front of them. However, Xu Jing, who was behind him, didn't hesitate as she jumped onto Hao Zhuang's shoulder and rushed out of the swamp.

She was juswelve or thirteen year old girl, how could she have such a vicious and decisive heart!

Even though Yang Junshan had experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes in his previous life, at this moment, he involuntarily felt a chill down his spine when looking at this little girl.

Hao Zhuang had already sunk too deeply into the ground, and the effect of trying to delay his descent was minimal. Although Yang Junshan tried his best to run towards Hao Zhuang's location, his heart gradually became heavy.

On top of the swamp, Hao Zhuang only had his head and elongated arms exposed outside. At this time, Yang Junshan was still several tens of meters away from Hao Zhuang.

Waving his right hand, he threw an object on the gra.s.s at the edge of the swamp, and then shouted at Yang Junshan while crying: "It's all Xu Jing's fault, Xu Jing wanted to harm me. Please, you must tell my parents that Xu Jing wanted to harm me, I beg Village Head to uphold justice for me!"

Yang Junshan rushed to the edge of the swamp where Hao Zhuang was. At this time, Hao Zhuang's head was already stuck in the quagmire, but his hands were still clawing without stop.

Yang Junshan bellowed "Grab" and threw the Kudo Vine in his hands towards Hao Zhuang, but perhaps because he was too fl.u.s.tered, Yang Junshan's throw went too far away, Hao Zhuang's hands were still grabbing randomly, but he could not grab anything.

Yang Junshan frantically retrieved Ge Teng and threw him out again. This time, he landed right in front of Hao Zhuang and joyfully said, "Quick, catch him!"

Hao Zhuang's hand was still grabbing randomly, but he couldn't grab onto where Ge Teng fell. Only now did Yang Junshan realize that Hao Zhuang's head was even sunk into the quagmire; he couldn't see Ge Teng's location, and he couldn't even hear what Yang Junshan was saying.

He could only put the vine directly into his hands!

Yang Junshan anxiously retrieved Ge Teng, but this time he did not throw them out, because just as he was about to retrieve Ge Teng, Hao Zhuang's hands that were extended out from the swamp had stopped moving. When he tried to throw them again, his hands had already disappeared.

… ….

Although there was still less than half a day's time until the enclosure was closed, Yang Junshan was no longer bothered to search for valuable things in the Banyan Mountain. Merely sitting in the shrubbery, he was in a daze.

On the contrary, in the hundred years of his past life, Yang Junshan had seen too many life and death battles, and he had even experienced situations where he died even more miserable and tragic deaths. Even after he had reincarnated, when he was near the purple striated pig's lair, Yang Junshan had also personally witnessed a few youths die miserable deaths under the claws of Mountain Tiger.

However, these experiences in Yang Junshan's heart had an instinctual resistance, as if these things could be ignored by Yang Junshan with an aloof att.i.tude, as if he was a spectator who stood at the top.

It was only until then, when Hao Zhuang, who waerson of the same age as him, who was still unable to redeem his life despite Yang Junshan's efforts to save him, truly realized that Yang Junshan, who possessed the memories of his previous life, did not mean that he had the ability to avoid death. On the contrary, death had always been so close to him.