Daoist Kong Shuai's Magic Artifact

Perhaps.

He meant perhaps.

Perhaps at first, this Daoist just wanted to take the Small Sumeru Bag from Pan Yu, and the chance of him using lethal force was only fifty percent.

Now, judging by the changes in the Daoist's expression, the probability of him using lethal force had suddenly surged to one hundred percent.

At this moment, Pan Shi lay heavily injured on the ground, looking at him pleadingly, and Pan Yu was so nervous she was practically clinging to him. He had become the last line of defense.

Yang An suddenly felt immense pressure.

The main reason was that he couldn't run.

Even Pan Shi, a true cultivator, had fallen. How could he, an ordinary person, escape?

Not to mention that before this, the brother and sister had helped him, bringing him out of Jiu Nan Town after he had fainted, giving him food, and giving him elixirs.

Although there were misunderstandings mixed in, the help was real.

Yang An asked himself inwardly, even though the Daoist had been ignoring him, perhaps if he could run, the Daoist might not have bothered with him.

But on a moral level, could he really choose to abandon them and run away alone?

If he didn't run, how could he contend with this Daoist?

He simply didn't have the strength. Once he faced this powerful Daoist, he would also expose the fact that he was just an ordinary person, and ultimately be unable to do anything...

Huh?

Wait!

It doesn't seem impossible...

As Yang An's mind was in turmoil, he caught sight of the Daoist, injured by Pan Shi's ambush. He saw the Daoist grip a dry hand around a bone spur embedded in his flesh, seemingly intending to pull it out forcefully.

Yang An's eyes suddenly lit up.

It seemed like he could try?

Meanwhile.

The Daoist reached for the bone spur in his abdomen and frowned slightly.

After the bone spur penetrated his body, it was rapidly releasing a toxin that suppressed his internal magic power to a certain extent, though the effect wasn't significant.

At most, it would slightly inhibit his strength, allowing him to exert only seventy percent of his power.

But even at seventy percent, dealing with the two remaining weaklings shouldn't be a problem.

With his cultivation's sensory abilities, he had already detected that the remaining two were mortals. The woman had a faint trace of magic power, but the man had none at all; he was just a commoner, not worth worrying about.

"Heh heh, even if you can injure this Daoist, it's only to this extent. But you've thoroughly offended this Daoist now. This Daoist will absolutely not let you off easily today."

He let out a strange laugh and simultaneously pulled hard on the bone spur with his hand.

Scrape!

The bone spur, about three inches long, was yanked out of his stomach. The sudden opening caused blood to spurt everywhere, with a large amount splashing onto the Daoist's dirty robes, creating a rather gruesome scene.

However, the Daoist didn't even flinch. He merely glanced at the bone spur in his hand before squeezing it forcefully, crushing it into powder.

On his abdomen, the exposed wound, still bleeding, seemed to contract slightly, pulling the edges of the wound together. It didn't look as terrifying anymore, though blood still flowed out slowly.

The Daoist then ignored his own injury and turned his attention to Yang An and Pan Yu, who were still standing.

To be precise, his gaze was fixed solely on Pan Yu. Yang An was merely standing between them, like an outsider.

He began to lift his foot and walked slowly towards them, an immense pressure washing over them.

Standing behind Yang An, Pan Yu clutched the Small Sumeru Bag at her waist tightly, her heart in utter chaos.

She knew Yang An was a cultivator in the Origin Feeder Realm, but the Daoist opposite them was also in the Origin Feeder Realm.

Moreover, Yang An's physical condition hadn't fully recovered, so he might not be able to stop him.

What to do?

What to do?

If Yang An couldn't stop the Daoist either, the Small Sumeru Bag would be snatched away. Then it would be difficult for her to eat delicious barbecue in the future!

Those seasonings were painstakingly searched for by her fellow disciples for a long time...

Pah!

What am I thinking?

Pan Yu, Pan Yu, why am I still thinking about food at a time like this? I'm about to die!

If one says women's hearts are like needles at the bottom of the sea, Pan Yu's mind flashed with countless thoughts in that instant, so much so that even she couldn't grasp them, drifting off to other places before snapping back.

Her senior brother was already severely injured because of her. How could she think of such trivial matters at this moment?

But... if she had so many seasonings left unused before she died, and they were discarded as useless items by someone who didn't appreciate them, that would be unbearable for her as well...

Thinking of this, Pan Yu's expression looked even worse than crying.

If Yang An and Pan Shi could have known Pan Yu's thoughts at this moment, who knows what they would have thought.

However, even if Yang An could have known, he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

Seeing the Daoist getting closer and closer, he was so nervous that he was sweating profusely all over his body, yet he had to remain calm.

The Daoist didn't look at him; his gaze was fixed on Pan Yu. This was the best opportunity!

Three meters!

Two meters!

One meter!

Yang An counted silently until the Daoist finally reached him, about to brush past him.

At such a close distance...

"Daoist Yang, hurry up and make your move!"

Pan Shi, lying on the ground, struggled to lift his head, clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Yang An.

All hope was now placed on Yang An, but Yang An still hadn't made any move.

At this moment, the Daoist looked at Pan Yu and slowly spoke:

"Little girl, if you had listened to this Daoist and obediently handed over the Small Sumeru Bag..."

The Daoist's words stopped halfway. His gaze suddenly shifted to a hand attacking him from the side. A cold smile appeared on his face, clearly having been prepared.

He looked at Yang An beside him and couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Heh heh, a sneak attack? This Daoist... Ahhhhhh!"

But just as he was about to mock the person in front of him for overestimating their abilities, a fierce white light suddenly flashed before his eyes, instantly blinding him. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

At the same time, it felt as if countless fine needles had been inserted all over his body. A sharp, stinging pain suddenly surged, causing the Daoist to cry out in agony, caught completely off guard.

And at this very moment, while the Daoist was suddenly blinded, a hand swiftly plunged into the wound in his abdomen.

Yang An had almost unleashed his fastest level since he had learned the Lighting Method himself.

Chanting! Forming the hand seal! It was completed almost in an instant!

The Lighting Method required blood as a medium to be released, but it didn't have to be his own blood; someone else's would suffice.

Coincidentally, before Pan Shi was heavily injured and fell, he had left a wound on the Daoist, which gave Yang An an opportunity to try.

So, the next step was...

Ignite!

Hummm—

A massive burst of red flame instantly expanded, igniting a riot from within the Daoist's body and wildly erupting from every pore and opening all over him, spewing countless fire snakes.

In just an instant, the Daoist turned into a fireball, his flesh and blood burning under the scorching, terrifying red flames.

And this fire, erupting from within him and fueled by his own blood, was impossible to suppress.

A pained scream immediately came from the Daoist's mouth. Then, he fell to the ground and began to roll frantically, trying to extinguish the flames on his body, but it was completely futile.

"Run!"

The moment he ignited the Daoist's blood, Yang An shoved Pan Yu, who was staring in stunned silence.

If not now, then when!

Pan Yu immediately reacted. Her eyes, looking at Yang An, were filled with astonishment and admiration. Knowing that this was not the time to speak, she immediately ran towards her senior brother Pan Shi, preparing to help him up so they could escape together.

Yang An also prepared to run towards Pan Shi's direction, but as he lifted his foot, he paused. He saw the staff that the Daoist had hastily dropped on the ground.

This staff, as the Daoist's weapon, had displayed considerable power, and he had seen it just now. It was definitely a magic artifact.

Without a second thought, Yang An picked up the staff from the ground without hesitation and ran away without looking back.

At the same time, before he could run far, an information box popped up before his eyes.

"[Daoist Kong Shuai's Rectal Staff]: A magic artifact refined by Daoist Kong Shuai from his own impure flesh and blood. Hard on the outside, flexible on the inside; as it is part of Daoist Kong Shuai's physical body, it also contains magical power, capable of releasing foul substances and possessing the ability to shatter mountains and stones.

Usage Cost: Out with the old, in with the new. Long-term use of this item will lead to the decay of the rectum and the sinews.

Status: Purifiable!"