Coming to Deliver Again? (Seeking Follow-up Reads, Seeking Votes)

Plans always changed because of all kinds of accidents and wild ideas. Wang Yu decided to pick up a few more spells and arm himself more comprehensively.

Ice Sword for offense, Ice Shield for defense.

What he still lacked were movement techniques or utility spells. The harder they were to practice, the better. With the Placement Slot, there was practically no cultivation method or divine ability he could not master.

Even if he did not meet the requirements, the Placement Slot would solve them on its own.

The [Corpse Demon Secret Art] was the best proof of this.

This day.

After completing his Daily Cultivation and refining his pills, Wang Yu prepared to head to Ice Snow Tower.

Though it was already nighttime, he did not think much of it. Times had changed. After Perfecting his Cultivation Method, both his combat strength and cultivation speed had improved.

He considered himself among the upper tier of the Qi Refining Mid Stage.

He could not help but relax somewhat.

Leaving Evil God Ward and heading toward Cold Blood Ward, he took a relatively narrow shortcut. The alley was pitch-black, without a single person in sight.

Wang Yu swiftly slipped into it. The moment he entered, trouble came knocking.

Dense threads had been strung across the alley ahead.

It looked like a trap set to wait for a rabbit by a tree stump. When he looked back, two black shadows had appeared on the road he had come from, blocking it completely.

Wang Yu narrowed his eyes, lamenting in his heart that he had been careless.

When life went too smoothly, this sort of thing happened. It was time to stay alert, lest he stumble into an even greater pitfall in the future.

"Who are you?"

As he spoke, two more people appeared beyond the thread trap. Four in total—two at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer and two at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

A little troublesome, but still within what he could handle.

"Don't move. Raise your hands, or don't blame us for being ruthless."

There was no killing intent.

So... it was only a robbery?

Wang Yu raised one hand over his head. The four men froze in unison, then barked, "I told you to raise your hands! What the hell is your other hand doing?!!"

Wang Yu's gaze darkened. What kind of hellish joke was this?

"Fellow Daoists, look carefully. I only have one hand."

"Oh~"

"Didn't notice."

That teasing tone confirmed Wang Yu's suspicion. They knew him, and they were deliberately making fun of him.

---I can't tolerate this for even a second!

The Ice Sword Technique at the Perfection Realm had long escaped the constraints of hand seals. With a thought, he could cast it without the slightest delay. If he had to name a preparation time, it was only the movement of spiritual power through his meridians.

"Go!"

In an instant, ten ice swords shot out in unison, aimed straight ahead. The seemingly special threads were severed cleanly beneath the barrage of ice swords.

Of the two blocking the path ahead, the one at the Qi Refining Fourth Layer was struck through both shoulders and nailed directly to the ground. The other, at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, reacted in time.

He used an agile movement technique to dodge the attack. Just as a mocking sneer rose on his face and he prepared to jeer a few words, he heard—

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

Three swords in succession made a sudden return strike, piercing through his skull and both sides of his chest. Before he could utter a single word, he died beneath the Ice Sword Technique.

The wondrous uses of a perfected spell were infinite—strike where the enemy least expected, attack where they were unprepared.

Having seized the initiative as well, without a perfected spell of the same level, they could only dodge and had no means of counterattacking.

Now the path ahead was clear. The two behind him turned pale in alarm and hurriedly stopped to cast their spells.

"Evil Spirit Art, go!"

Ghost Taming Art? Wang Yu's heart stirred. Seeing the howling Black Smoke Ghost Heads fly toward him, he extended his hand forward.

A diamond-shaped ice shield blocked them. His right foot stamped the ground, and like a gecko scaling a wall, he sprang onto the rooftops in a few steps.

"Not good, he's trying to escape! Chase him!"

Before the words had even fallen, dense ice swords came flying straight at them. The Qi Refining Fourth Layer cultivator had not attacked from beginning to end before he was riddled like a sieve. What a miserable sight.

Three of the four were gone. Wang Yu swept down like a Great Peng spreading its wings.

The remaining man gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood. Another ghost skull sprang from within his body, crashing toward Wang Yu with eerie blood threads trailing behind it.

Wang Yu drew his right hand back before him and used the Imperial Guard Seal to cast the Ice Shield Technique again. This time, it was slightly different. The originally massive diamond-shaped ice shield split into ten pieces like flying daggers, surrounding the blood-thread ghost skull from all sides.

Then he flew forward and drove an upward kick!

With Divine Strength, he shattered half the man's teeth. The Cold Blood Art had a slight body-tempering effect. Though it was far inferior to Body Refinement Cultivators who specialized in training the physique, it still far surpassed this blood-and-qi withered fellow who used blood to rear ghosts.

With a thought, during the gap when the first ghost skull rushed back to defend—

An ice sword directly beheaded the man!

The moment their master died, the two life-linked Ghosts perished with him. Wang Yu frowned as he surveyed the mess strewn across the ground.

"Disciples of Five Yin Peak..."

He did not remember ever offending them. Most likely, they were hired thugs.

Zhao Shang? Impossible. Their cooperation was still in its honeymoon phase.

Turning his gaze toward the man nailed to the ground by an ice sword, Wang Yu's lips curled slightly.

One incense stick later.

The narrow alley had returned to its usual state, without a single trace left behind.

After a rather unpolished interrogation, Wang Yu obtained the information he wanted. These disciples had been hired specifically for dirty work; expecting them to keep their mouths shut was simply impossible.

Thus, after a little intimidation, without even laying a hand on him, the man confessed everything. He did not know why they had been hired, only giving Wang Yu one name.

"---Xu Jiao Jiao."

They had been waiting for over half a month before finally catching Wang Yu today.

If he remembered correctly, Xu Jiao Jiao was Steward Xu's daughter and the young mistress of Xu's Pill Shop. Any grudge between them could only have arisen from this matter.

Still, it should not have escalated to this extent.

"Could something have happened to Steward Xu?"

Wang Yu pondered this in his heart and continued toward Ice Snow Tower.

Bang~

Zhao Shang's mouth twitched as he looked at the four fresh corpses on the table. After a moment of silence, he named his price.

"Corpses from Five Yin Peak are worth less. These are only worth one hundred Spirit Stones."

Only a hundred for all four? What a letdown!

Wang Yu tossed out four filtered Storage Bags. He had basically emptied out the Spirit Stones and Spirit Sand, while the rest was not worth much. He sold it all off cheaply to Zhao Shang, earning five hundred Spirit Stones in total.

Not bad.

"You came this late just for this?"

Wang Yu shook his head.

"True Inheritor Su left quite a few spell inheritances in Ice Snow Tower, didn't he? Take them out and let me have a look."

Helplessly, Zhao Shang took out a Jade Slip and said, "If you aren't from Ice Snow Tower, you can't look at these."

"Of course I am." After examining it with his Divine Sense, Wang Yu quickly chose two targets. "These two."

Zhao Shang glanced at them, then held out his hand as well.

"One thousand three hundred."

Wang Yu's eyes widened.

"So expensive?"

"Do you think High-grade spells are cheap? It's already good enough that you can exchange Spirit Stones for them."

Wang Yu immediately fell silent. "Give me your biggest discount."

"One thousand."

"Eight hundred."

"What, do you think this is a market stall? You can bargain?"

Seeing the look in Wang Yu's eyes and knowing he could not fleece him on this deal, Zhao Shang turned away and silently went to retrieve the Technique Transmission Jade Slips.

"See you, friend."

Wang Yu bade him farewell as if nothing had happened.