The Little Ancestor Who Kills Like a Scythe, and the Ferocious and Cunning Little Demon

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Crack-crack—

From the severed ends of Suit Man's body came the grinding sound of bones rubbing together.

Martial artists, bolstered by their own blood and qi, inherently possessed a self-healing ability far beyond ordinary people.

On top of that, Wound Healing Speed multiplied by ten, severed limb reattachment speed multiplied by ten.

In an instant.

Suit Man's severed limbs.

Actually began to slowly heal at a visible rate.

Of course.

The process of growth inevitably involved some heart-wrenching pain.

So, from Suit Man's mouth came another round of miserable, terrified screams.

Three minutes passed.

Suit Man's screams gradually stopped.

He lay on the ground, barely breathing.

At this moment.

His two hands had already grown onto his two legs.

His two calves had also grown onto his two wrists.

Though not fully healed yet.

The bones and nerves had miraculously connected.

It would likely be fully recovered before long.

Suit Man's gaze was hollow, his eyes full of despair.

Shen Yan's scalp crawled as he backed up several steps.

"C-Classmate Jiang, wh-what are you doing?"

Jiang Fu said matter-of-factly, "Wasn't I afraid he'd run?"

"This is a treacherous, ruthless Poison Master—if he catches his breath, who knows what he'll do!"

Shen Yan: "..."

So you swapped his hands and feet?

Speaking of ruthless, I think you're the more ruthless one.

"Then why didn't you just kill him outright!"

Looking at the Combat Suits scattered all over the floor.

And recalling what this Insurance Salesman—ah, no! Poison Master—had said earlier.

These people were clearly all killed by Jiang Fu!

Treacherous, ruthless?

Are you talking about yourself!

Jiang Fu looked at Shen Yan and said seriously, "Why kill him? Isn't it better to keep him for our own use?"

"Supervisor Shen, when you take him back to the Martial Artist Guild later, make sure to find a secure room and lock him up tight—don't let him escape!"

Shen Yan's eyes widened as he pointed at his own nose.

"What the hell?"

"You want me to take him back to the Martial Artist Guild!?"

"Isn't he your prisoner?"

Jiang Fu looked baffled. "What do you mean, my prisoner?"

"I'm just a high school student—I don't have the authority to handle prisoners."

"Everyone here saw and heard everything—today, Supervisor Shen came to arrest the criminal..."

"The whole neighborhood can testify."

Shen Yan: "..."

Me!

Shen Yan!

The supervisor of the Bin City District Nine Martial Artist Guild!

Was actually outmaneuvered by an eighteen-year-old high school student!

I thought I was just being a shield!

Now it was clear—he was here to take the blame!

Shi Jiu tugged at Jiang Fu's sleeve.

"Have Shen Yan take this Insurance Salesman back?"

Shen Yan: "..."

Jiang Fu nodded. "I picked up some poison this morning. Perfect timing to let this Poison Master handle it."

"But keeping a Poison Master around is way too dangerous."

Shi Jiu's eyes lit up. "So the danger falls on Supervisor Shen to bear?"

Jiang Fu nodded with a straight face. "Exactly! When we need the Poison Master, we'll just head straight to the Martial Artist Guild."

Shi Jiu's eyes sparkled. "And if he gets the Poison Master killed or crippled, he'll have to compensate us with another one!"

Shen Yan: "..."

Hold on.

I'm still standing right here.

Couldn't you two discuss this after I leave?

But since the Little Ancestor had spoken.

Shen Yan could only swallow his bitterness.

Sly Jiang Fu, cunning Jiang Fu!

He'd even corrupted the Little Ancestor!

Shen Yan looked at the suited Poison Master sprawled on the ground, limbs twisted backward.

A wave of helplessness washed over him.

At that moment.

He almost understood why Shi Jiu had teamed up with Jiang Fu.

She'd found a playmate who shared her stench!

Suddenly.

Shen Yan seemed to remember something. "By the way, Classmate Jiang, about that potion of yours..."

He barely got halfway through.

Before Shi Jiu cut him off. "Not for sale."

Crisp and clean, with zero room for negotiation.

Shen Yan shut his mouth at once, asking no more.

Jiang Fu smiled. "Supervisor Shen, we won't keep you."

"After you tally everything up, just wire the money to the account."

"Take the man with you—no need to say goodbye."

Shen Yan waved a hand weakly.

Villa backyard.

By the pool.

Jiang Fu picked up his fishing rod and kept angling.

There was still half an hour left on the Divine Sequence.

No way he was wasting that.

Shi Jiu dragged over a small stool and sat beside him.

She instinctively wanted to lean on Jiang Fu's shoulder.

But then thought better of it.

And sat up straight instead.

Jiang Fu felt a twinge of regret.

Shi Jiu spotted the Purple Mist Sword by the pool.

She picked it up. "This is the sword you fished up?"

Jiang Fu nodded. "I named it... Qie Man."

Shi Jiu: "...Great name!"

She held the sword in her hand and gave it a couple of light swings.

The feel was decent... well, not as good as the other one.

Thinking that, Shi Jiu's cheeks flushed faintly.

Immediately.

Her gaze sharpened slightly.

Hum—

A hazy purple light burst forth from Flying Sword Qie Man.

Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.

He quickly looked at Shi Jiu beside him.

Even though this sword's Refining Progress was only 0.05 percent, Jiang Fu still felt a certain resonance with it.

At that moment, Jiang Fu could clearly sense

that within Flying Sword Qie Man, an unusually familiar presence had emerged.

Sword Intent!

Jiang Fu said instinctively, "Is this... Sword Intent? Don't you use a blade?"

Shi Jiu handed the sword to Jiang Fu.

He explained with a smile, "Sword Intent, Blade Intent, Fist Intent—they're all the same thing."

"Weapon Master."

"If you can grasp that, you can wield any weapon under heaven."

"I'm just helping you lay a foundation. You're not going to turn your nose up at it, are you?"

Jiang Fu took the sword and laughed. "How could I? I'm overjoyed!"

The moment it touched his hand, Jiang Fu was startled to find

that the Refining Progress, originally at 0.05 percent, had already reached one percent!

Shi Jiu yawned.

He casually leaned against Jiang Fu's shoulder.

Half-closing his eyes, he started a game.

At the same time, he said offhandedly, "I'm going to the lab tomorrow."

"Might be back a little late."

Jiang Fu was still studying the Sword Intent within the sword.

At those words, his expression paused. "The lab?"

Shi Jiu nodded. "The place I used to live. I need to go back and pick up some things."

"Also, I have to figure out what's going on with that snake."

Jiang Fu nodded. "Alright. I have some business to take care of tomorrow too."

Shi Jiu's gaze darkened slightly.

He already guessed what Jiang Fu was going to do.

"If you run into something you can't handle, call me."

Jiang Fu didn't refuse.

In the front yard.

Shen Yan didn't bother to count.

He just haphazardly stuffed those Combat Suits into a box.

Then, dragging the Suit Man, he practically fled the Villa.

In Manager Shen's eyes, this Villa was a man-eating, bone-crushing demon's den!

If he stayed any longer, he'd probably end up losing himself entirely.

"Run, run!"

"That murderous Little Ancestor and that vicious, cunning Little Demon... they're absolutely terrifying!"

"What a loss, what a loss—this trip was a complete waste!"

"Didn't even get the person, just stirred up a mess!"

With that thought, Shen Yan, carrying a box in one hand and a person in the other, vanished in a flash.