: Ambush

2024-07-31 Author: Gu Zhenren

Just as Han Ming was forced into battle, Sun Lingtong dashed forward, piercing through space and landing inside the medicine storage room.

"Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills!"

"Foundation Establishment Pills!"

"Soul Revival Pills!"

"Origin Restoration Pills!"

"Hehehe..."

Sun Lingtong waved his chubby little hands. On his lotus-root-like forearm, he wore a bracelet.

The bracelet glowed.

This storage magical artifact was incredibly powerful. Wherever its light shone, all the pills vanished on the spot.

Outside, sword lights crisscrossed, and ghostly shadows flitted about.

Han Ming's face was as dark as water, unable to shake off her enemy.

This stalemate was exactly what she had desperately tried to avoid.

She suddenly let out a cold snort and activated her demonic technique—Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art!

The sword cultivator's figure inevitably hesitated for a moment.

But at the same time, the flying sword shot out like lightning, aiming straight for Han Ming's heart.

Han Ming neither dodged nor avoided it. With all her strength, she flung out a shuttle from her sleeve.

The shuttle was only a foot long, grayish like stone, covered in spikes, and shaped bizarrely. It moved deceptively slowly but struck the sword cultivator's body with surprising speed.

At the same time, Han Ming was also pierced through the heart by the flying sword.

It seemed like mutual destruction, but Han Ming revealed a sinister, triumphant smile.

Her cultivation talent was called Yin Corpse Qi, making her suitable for both soul and corpse cultivation techniques. She joined the Soul Devouring Sect, primarily cultivating the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art while secretly practicing a corpse cultivation method—the Immortal Corpse Transformation Art.

She had successfully transformed her internal organs into a corpse-like state, eliminating any conventional fatal weaknesses.

Even if her corpse heart was pierced, it didn’t matter.

Her opponent, however, was different.

Han Ming's shuttle was no ordinary item—it was a soul-snatching shuttle, perfectly compatible with the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art!

After striking the sword cultivator, it generated a powerful suction force, forcibly extracting a part of the sword cultivator's soul.

The sword cultivator's face turned pale, and his body trembled violently, suffering severe damage in an instant.

"Even if you’ve reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, you’re still just a rogue cultivator. How could you possibly oppose my demonic sect?" Han Ming sneered cruelly. "Die!"

But the next moment, the sword cultivator suddenly threw out a talisman—a Void Escape Talisman.

Spatial fluctuations erupted from the talisman, instantly teleporting the sword cultivator away.

Han Ming snorted coldly. Not killing her enemy left her with unresolved fury.

Just as she was about to charge into the medicine storage room, she received a voice transmission.

It turned out Sun Lingtong had already emptied the storage room and made a clean getaway.

Sun Lingtong transmitted to her, "We got what we came for. Let’s go!"

But Han Ming couldn’t suppress the boiling killing intent in her heart. "Heh, giving up such a good opportunity would be a shame, wouldn’t it?"

She targeted the alchemy room and charged forward.

She held a deep grudge against Sun Lie.

Previously, to obtain the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills, she had fought fiercely but ended up empty-handed. Instead, she was wanted by Fire Persimmon Immortal City and spent over a year in hiding. During that time, she made multiple attempts but achieved nothing.

Bang!

Han Ming smashed through the door and lunged at Sun Lie.

Sun Lie had already heard the commotion outside but was in the middle of alchemy and couldn’t break away.

"It’s you!" Seeing Han Ming, Sun Lie had no choice but to muster his remaining strength, standing his ground and resisting with all his might.

He could only exert less than 40% of his combat power and was no match for Han Ming. He was quickly defeated.

Thud.

Sun Lie was sent flying, crashing into the wall, bleeding from all seven orifices, and collapsing to the ground.

"Die!" Han Ming laughed shrilly, feeling immensely satisfied.

Her sharp fingers, shrouded in eerie grayish Yin energy, viciously clawed at Sun Lie’s crown.

Boom!

The next moment, the Purple Sun Alchemy Furnace burst open, and a bolt of lightning shot out.

This took Han Ming completely by surprise.

She never expected that what was being refined in the alchemy furnace wasn’t ordinary pills but a talented young man!

Meng Chong, inside the furnace, heard the noise and realized the Purple Sun Villa was under attack. Having been assaulted by an assassin not long ago, he had been on high alert since secretly leaving the city lord’s manor for the villa.

He immediately shouted, trying to contact Sun Lie and join the fight.

But Sun Lie stopped him: "Once the refinement process begins, it can’t be stopped. Meng Chong, you’re currently in the process of leaking spiritual energy. If you leave the furnace now, without sufficient medicinal nourishment and external pressure, your essence, energy, and spirit will drain wildly. Not only will your cultivation be lost, but your physical foundation will be exhausted. You’ll become a cripple, living a fate worse than death!"

Only then did Meng Chong realize the severity of the situation and hesitated.

But when he heard clearer noises—Sun Lie coughing up blood and Han Ming’s shrill laughter as she prepared to deliver the final blow—he could no longer hold back.

His blood boiled, and his innate talent, Galloping Thunder, was subconsciously activated.

Crack!

Electricity surged around his body.

Meng Chong glared furiously, gritted his teeth, and smashed through the furnace door, charging out like a freed tiger.

Fast—incredibly fast!

Han Ming turned around, feeling as if she saw a thunderous tiger roaring and charging at her.

Meng Chong was only at the Qi Refining stage, having lost much of his cultivation—now merely at the third level of Qi Refining. Han Ming, however, was at the peak of Foundation Establishment!

Sensing Meng Chong’s aura and with her enemy Sun Lie right before her, Han Ming hardened her heart and continued attacking Sun Lie, intending to rely on her defenses to withstand Meng Chong’s assault.

Boom!

The next moment, a blinding bolt of lightning struck Han Ming’s back.

The Yin soul energy she had mustered with all her strength was utterly destroyed. The supremely Yang thunder force rushed into her body, wreaking havoc.

In just one breath, all her corpse-transformed internal organs were severely damaged!

Han Ming vomited a mouthful of grayish-cold blood, and her attack on Sun Lie collapsed.

Her rich combat experience made her instantly aware of the dire situation. She could no longer focus on killing her enemy and immediately activated a Void Escape Talisman, teleporting away.

"Where do you think you’re going?!" Meng Chong roared.

Han Ming was now marked by his thunder energy, making her strongly detectable.

The Void Escape Talisman Han Ming used wasn’t high-grade, only allowing her to teleport randomly within a radius of six miles.

This was well within Meng Chong’s sensing range.

However, just as Meng Chong was about to pursue, Sun Lie stopped him: "No need to chase!"

Meng Chong paused, then realized that saving Sun Lie was the priority.

He rushed to Sun Lie’s side but was at a loss.

While he excelled in combat, saving someone was entirely different.

Han Ming, severely injured, forced herself to regulate her breathing and teleported away from the battlefield.

Sun Lingtong had withdrawn earliest.

Ning Zhuo, covering the rear, abandoned some of his mechanical constructs and left effortlessly.

As for the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had sought him out, he was now a corpse hanging from the Death Fishing Whip.

The three met up halfway as planned.

Han Ming glanced at the corpse hanging from the Death Fishing Whip and the unmarked young boy, feeling a chill.

At this moment, she was shrouded in Yin energy, her aura imposing—showing no signs of her recent injuries.

Han Ming said coldly, "Let’s part ways here. Give me the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills, and I’ll take one-third of the other pills."

Ning Zhuo immediately frowned. "One-third? My contribution was far greater than yours."

Han Ming sneered and retorted, "But it was I who severely injured Sun Lie and held off Meng Chong!"

"Especially Meng Chong—only at the third level of Qi Refining, yet with such combat power. Truly worthy of being a top-tier talent! Could your mechanical constructs have stopped him?"

Ning Zhuo snorted coldly and fell silent.

"Stop arguing. Our operation was a great success. Let’s all be happy," Sun Lingtong said with a giggle, tossing a pill bottle to Han Ming. "This contains all the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills."

Han Ming immediately uncorked the bottle to inspect it, but a black mist sprayed out, hitting her squarely in the face.

Instantly, her aura vanished, her soul sealed, and she nearly collapsed on the spot.

She stared in disbelief, both shocked and enraged. "Sun Lingtong, you tricked me!"

Thud, thud, thud.

The next moment, three Death Fishing Whips silently ambushed her, piercing through her body before coiling around her like serpents, binding her tightly.

Ning Zhuo’s voice drifted over eerily: "Splitting between two is better than splitting among three, don’t you think?"

(End of )