Sneak Attack

When Han Ming was forced into battle, Sun Lingtong took a swift step, pierced through space, and landed inside the Medicine Storage Room.

"Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill!"

"Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Soul Return Pill!"

"Origin Returning Pill!"

"Hehehe..."

Sun Lingtong waved her chubby little hand. A bracelet was worn around her lotus-root-like forearm and wrist.

The bracelet shone.

This storage artifact was extremely powerful. Wherever its radiance fell, the pills vanished from where they lay.

Outside, sword light crisscrossed while ghostly shadows danced through the air.

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

This sort of deadlocked battle was exactly what she had desperately wished to avoid.

She suddenly snorted coldly and unleashed the demonic art, the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art!

The sword cultivator's figure inevitably stalled for an instant.

Yet at the same time, the flying sword shot forth like lightning, stabbing straight at Han Ming's heart.

Han Ming neither dodged nor evaded. With all her strength, she flung out a Flying Shuttle from her sleeve.

The Flying Shuttle was only a foot long, bluish-gray like stone, its surface covered in spikes and its shape bizarre. It seemed slow but was actually fast, piercing into the sword cultivator's body.

At the same time, Han Ming's chest was pierced through by the flying sword.

It looked as though both sides had been gravely wounded, but Han Ming revealed a sinister smile of triumph.

Her cultivation talent was called Yin Corpse Qi. Both soul cultivation and corpse cultivation methods suited her. After joining the Soul Devouring Sect, she had focused on the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art while secretly cultivating a corpse cultivation technique as well—the Immortal Corpse Transformation Grand Art.

She had successfully transformed all five of her viscera and six bowels into corpses, leaving her without any fatal weakness in the ordinary sense.

Even having her corpse heart pierced was of no consequence.

Her opponent, however, was different.

Han Ming's Flying Shuttle was no ordinary artifact. It was a Soul Seizing Shuttle, perfectly compatible with the Nine Revolutions Soul Devouring Art!

Once it struck the sword cultivator's body, it generated a powerful suction force, forcibly drawing out part of his soul.

The sword cultivator's face turned deathly pale, and his body shuddered violently as he suffered heavy injuries in an instant.

"Even if you are at the peak of Foundation Establishment, you are no more than a Rogue Cultivator. How can you stand against a great demonic sect like mine?" Han Ming smiled cruelly. "Die!"

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

In the next moment, spatial ripples erupted from the talisman, instantly teleporting the sword cultivator away and making him vanish from the spot.

Han Ming snorted coldly. Having failed to kill her enemy, the vicious fury in her heart could not be dispelled.

She was about to charge toward the Medicine Storage Room when she received a voice transmission.

Sun Lingtong had already swept the Medicine Storage Room clean and escaped with ease.

Sun Lingtong sent her a voice transmission. "We've got the goods. Let's go!"

Yet Han Ming could not suppress the boiling killing intent in her heart. "Hehe, wouldn't it be a pity to let such a good opportunity slip away?"

She set her sights on the Pill Refining Room and charged in to kill.

She bore considerable hatred toward Sun Lie.

Previously, in order to obtain the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill, she had fought fiercely, only to gain nothing at all. Instead, Fire Persimmon Immortal City had put out a warrant for her arrest, forcing her to hide here and flee there for over a year. During that time, she had probed and attacked many times, but made no progress.

Bang!

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

Sun Lie had long heard the commotion outside, but pill refinement had already begun, and he could not get away.

"It's you!" Upon seeing Han Ming, Sun Lie could only spare some of his strength. Standing rooted to the spot, he resisted with all his might.

He could only display less than forty percent of his combat strength. Naturally, he was no match for Han Ming and was quickly knocked down.

Bang.

Sun Lie flew backward and crashed into the wall. Blood sprayed from his seven orifices, and he fell to the ground, unable to rise.

"Die for me!" Han Ming shrieked with utmost delight.

Her five fingers were sharp, and eerie bluish-gray Yin Energy coiled around each fingertip as she viciously clawed at Sun Lie's crown.

Boom!

In the next moment, the Purple Sun pill furnace burst apart, and a bolt of lightning shot forth.

This greatly exceeded Han Ming's expectations.

She had not expected that what was being refined in the pill furnace was not an ordinary pill, but a genius youth!

Inside the pill furnace, Meng Chong heard the disturbance and realized that Purple Sun Villa was under attack. He had been assaulted by an assassin not long ago, and having secretly left the City Lord's Mansion to come to Purple Sun Villa this time, he had been highly vigilant from the start.

He immediately shouted and contacted Sun Lie, wanting to leave the furnace and join the battle.

But Sun Lie stopped him. "Once the pill refinement begins, there is no way to stop it. Meng Chong, your magic power is currently leaking away. If you leave the furnace now, without sufficient medicinal ingredients to nourish you and without enough external pressure, your Essence, Qi, and Spirit Three Treasures will all gush out at once. By then, not only will your cultivation dissipate completely, even your body's foundation will be exhausted. You will become crippled, and life will be worse than death!"

Only then did Meng Chong realize the severity of the situation, and for a moment, he hesitated.

But when he heard the sounds more clearly—heard Sun Lie coughing blood, heard Han Ming's shrill laughter as she was about to send Sun Lie to his death—he could endure it no longer.

His hot blood rushed to his head, and his Immortal Talent Rampaging Thunder was unconsciously activated.

Crack crack!

In an instant, countless arcs of lightning swirled around his body.

Meng Chong's eyes widened in fury. Gritting his teeth, he slammed directly through the furnace door and charged out like a fierce tiger breaking free of its shackles.

Fast—far too fast!

Han Ming turned her head and seemed to see a thunder tiger roaring as it lunged at her.

Meng Chong was merely at the Qi Refining Stage, and much of his cultivation had already dispersed, leaving him only at the Qi Refining Third Level. Han Ming, meanwhile, was at the peak of Foundation Establishment!

Sensing Meng Chong's aura, coupled with the hated Sun Lie being right before her, Han Ming steeled her heart. She simply continued attacking Sun Lie, intending to rely on her own defenses to withstand Meng Chong's attack.

Boom!

In the next moment, blinding lightning struck Han Ming squarely in the back.

The power of Han Ming's yin soul, which she had mobilized with all her strength, was destroyed like dry twigs before rotten wood. The thunder's utterly yang and unyielding force surged into her body, rampaging wildly and wreaking havoc.

In just one breath, all of Han Ming's corpse-transformed five viscera and six bowels were damaged!

Han Ming spat out a mouthful of cold bluish-gray blood, and her attack on Sun Lie collapsed completely.

Her rich combat experience made her instantly understand how perilous her situation was. She no longer dared to take her enemy's life, instead activating a Space Escape Talisman and fleeing through space in an instant.

"Where do you think you're running?!" Meng Chong roared.

Han Ming carried his lightning power on her body, giving him a powerful sense of her location.

Moreover, the Space Escape Talisman Han Ming had just used was not of a high grade. It could only teleport her randomly, no farther than six li in any direction.

That was entirely within Meng Chong's sensing range.

But just as Meng Chong was about to pursue her, he heard Sun Lie stop him. "No need to chase!"

Meng Chong froze, then immediately realized that treating Sun Lie was the urgent priority.

He hurried to Sun Lie's side, but found himself at a loss.

He was highly skilled in battle, but saving people was a completely different matter.

Han Ming had suffered grave injuries. Forcing herself to regulate her breath, she teleported through space and left the battlefield.

Sun Lingtong had withdrawn first.

Ning Zhuo covered the rear, directly abandoning some of his Mechanical Creations before leaving with ease.

As for the Foundation Establishment Cultivator who had proactively sought him out, he had already become a corpse hanging from the Hanging Death Whip.

The three met up midway according to their agreement.

Han Ming glanced at the corpse hanging from the Hanging Death Whip, then at the Tassel-Haired Wanderer, whose body bore no trace of battle, and her heart tightened slightly.

At this moment, Yin Energy shrouded her entire body, and her aura was powerful. Where was the weakness of someone who had just suffered grave injuries?

Han Ming said coldly, "We part ways here. Give me the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills. I also want one-third of the remaining pills."

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

Han Ming sneered and immediately retorted, "But I was the one who gravely wounded Sun Lie and held back Meng Chong!"

"Especially Meng Chong. He was only at the Qi Refining Third Level, yet he possessed such combat strength. He truly deserves to be called a genius with supreme immortal talent! Could your Mechanical Creations have stopped him?"

Ning Zhuo snorted coldly but said nothing.

"Stop arguing. This operation was a huge success, so everyone should be happy." Sun Lingtong giggled and tossed Han Ming a pill bottle. "The Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pills are all inside."

Han Ming immediately pulled out the stopper, preparing to inspect it, when a cloud of black mist sprayed out and hit her squarely in the face.

In an instant, Han Ming's aura vanished, her soul was sealed, and she nearly collapsed on the spot.

She could hardly believe it, fury and shock mingling together. "Sun Lingtong, you set me up!"

Pfft pfft pfft.

In the next moment, three Bangs Haired Hanging Death Whips launched a soundless sneak attack, piercing through Han Ming's body. Then, like pythons coiling around prey, they bound her tightly.

Ning Zhuo's voice drifted over. "Splitting it between two is better than splitting it between three, isn't it?"