Hyper-Dimensional Player

Immortal Body.

The Blood God's Great Technique, combined with the Blood Child's Immortal Body, is an unparalleled demon technique for absorbing blood and mana while eliminating negative states. If there is also the Blood Child Sacrifice Curse, it provides multiple lives and the ability to transfer injuries to the Blood Child.

These nearly one hundred cavalrymen were quickly wiped out by Duncan.

After killing the last fleeing Qidan rider, Duncan brought a few horses over and placed the weakened Lai Bao'Er on one of them.

At that moment, a dozen or so people hurried over from afar. The leader, resembling a Han Ranger, had a full beard, much like a legendary hero. His expression was shocked upon seeing the ground covered in Qidan corpses. Watching Duncan's departing figure, he shouted, "Master, please stay!"

Duncan's figure didn't pause at all, only calmly saying, "I'll leave these hundred or so horses with you temporarily."

"When I launch my northern expedition, I'll come back for them."

The government was unreliable, so the Han people in the Northern Land had to unite for self-preservation. Since ancient times, the land of Yan and Zhao has produced many valiant and tragic figures. The northern Han still had some spirit left. There was resistance everywhere, and centuries later, the northern Han people were nearly forgotten, but they still produced warriors like Xin Qiji.

Xin Qiji was from Jinan, Shandong. At that time, Han people from the north moving south were called 'Reformed People' and were long subjected to prejudice by the Southern Song Dynasty, receiving little recognition.

"Though one knows everything is empty in death, yet mourns the ununified land.

When the king's army retakes the Central Plains, do not forget to inform their spirits at the ancestral altar."

The Song Dynasty truly had no shortage of talent, yet they squandered good opportunities.

Duncan used True Qi to protect Lai Bao'Er's heart pulse. He didn't know what disease this child had, but it was most likely rabies. He couldn't heal it with True Qi, only sustain his life until he could find the Medicine King's Heir, Miss Sun.

"Am I... dead?..."

No one knew how much time had passed as Lai Bao'Er slowly opened his eyes. His breath remained very weak, but there was a hint of relief in his expression.

Being dead was a relief instead.

Duncan's calm voice rose, "No."

"Those Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced ones saw me and retreated."

"Don't worry."

"You won't die yet."

The Underworld's messengers dared not approach him within three miles. With Duncan protecting Lai Bao'Er's heart pulse, his last breath could hold until they reached Miss Sun.

"Is it... an immortal..." Lai Bao'Er's consciousness seemed to awaken a bit.

Duncan channeled a strand of True Yuan into his body, expressionless, but spoke gently, "Your childhood name is Lai Bao'Er; I'll give you an alias, Gold Toad."

Even a toad could transform into a golden toad.

This youngster genuinely had a kind heart, and Duncan thought it not bad to accept him as a disciple.

Lai Bao'Er was visibly excited, mouth opening to speak, but a hint of frenzy appeared in his eyes. Duncan decisively sealed his meridians and gently tapped his sleep acupoint.

"It should be rabies." Duncan's expression was grave.

Even in later times, once rabies developed, the mortality rate was nearly one hundred percent. Duncan had no idea if it could be cured in this world, placing all his hopes on the Medicine King's Heir.

He hastened with Lai Bao'Er, abandoning the horses to leap across the Yellow River.

The Yellow River's waters surged turbulently, wreaking havoc.

In nearly a century, the Yellow River had not been properly managed. Successive dynasties in the Central Plains lacked peace and resources for governance.

Night fell.

Duncan used his movement skills, traveling a thousand miles daily, until midnight when he found a place to rest briefly and restore his True Yuan.

Along the way, he used True Qi to protect Lai Bao'Er's heart pulse, all while exerting himself fully in movement, an intense consumption even for a skilled cultivator.

Under the tranquil night sky, a lone campfire burned.

The child beside Duncan slept soundly, occasionally frowning in pain. Each time, Duncan would send in a stream of True Yuan.

His senses now honed, he could hear clearly disturbances occurring even beyond a hundred yards.

At some unknown moment, a ghostly figure appeared.

Her appearance was exceedingly peculiar, not quite human, not quite ghost, clad in a blue gown, standing far off on a swaying treetop, intently staring at Duncan.

Ji Shaojiang.

The live dead person excavated from the tomb by the demonic sect's old monster, her ghostly body had followed Duncan north after leaving the Treasure Cave in Bao Xuan. She rarely approached Duncan but occasionally appeared nearby, observing his state as he pondered life and death.

This woman's movement skills were rarely seen even by Duncan. Not even Lady Jade Face and he were her equal. Nobody knew where she learned it.

Because she bore a neutral mark, Duncan didn't particularly trouble her.

At this moment, Ji Shaojiang, watching Duncan who now bore more of a living person's aura, pressed her blood-red lips slightly. After verifying Duncan had transcended life and death's barrier, she floated, seemingly walking on air, appearing dozens of yards away.

While Duncan pondered life and death's barriers, he resembled a skeletal corpse, so she dared not disturb him lightly.

"Your cultivation method is incorrect."

Ji Shaojiang's voice was extremely cold, seemingly devoid of emotion. Her appearance had changed significantly. When first encountered in the Bao Xuan cave, she looked like a naive young girl, later transforming into a stunning young woman, then a beautiful lady in her thirties. Now, she had reverted to a teenage girl's appearance.

If this wasn't due to practicing a rejuvenation technique, then this woman must have a body that differed from a mortal, her appearance and age ever-changing.

"Oh?"

Duncan looked up at the enchanting woman in the darkness, inquiring, "What's wrong with my cultivation method?"