Most of the time, when a True Venerable's main body fell, their other avatars would fall or dissipate at the same time.
Of course, those with secret arts were an exception. Cases like Master of the Pot, whose main body had fallen yet whose avatar could still stir up such a huge mess, were even rarer.
Qu Jianlei slowly nodded when he heard that. "I divined it too. His secondary avatar has also fallen."
The secondary avatar had Nascent Soul cultivation and served as a guest elder at a merchant association, somewhat like a specially hired bodyguard.
The merchant association was not especially large. Logically speaking, with Nascent Soul cultivation, he could have received better treatment, but the secondary avatar refused to provide more identity verification.
There were plenty of cultivators who hid their identities, so the merchant association had not paid it much mind. They only needed hired muscle to hold the line.
But as for more income, he could forget about it, and the frequency of missions was also very high.
In any case, both sides were getting what they wanted—one was willing to hit, the other willing to take it.
The secondary avatar had just completed a mission and was drinking and chatting with his companions when his body suddenly tilted, and blood flowed straight from all seven orifices as his aura vanished.
Several of his colleagues were also Nascent Souls—Golden Core Realm cultivators were not even qualified to sit at the table. At the sight, they were dumbfounded. "What the hell... Old Deng?"
Someone else was so frightened he looked wildly left and right. "What the hell... who's ambushing people?"
"Stop looking." Finally, an old Nascent Soul spoke up. He raised a hand and pointed at the other man's right hand. "Do you see it?"
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