The little ancestor who killed without batting an eye and the vicious, cunning little demon

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Crack, crack—

The sound of bones grinding together came from the severed ends of the man in the suit's limbs.

A Martial Artist's Blood Energy already gave him a Self-healing Ability far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Add Wound Healing Speed multiplied by ten and Limb Reattachment Speed multiplied by ten...

In an instant,

the limbs severed from the man in the suit

began to heal before their eyes.

Of course,

the process came with agonizing pain.

The man in the suit once again let out a string of terrified, bloodcurdling screams.

Three minutes passed.

His screams gradually died away.

He lay on the ground, barely breathing.

By then,

his hands had grown onto his legs.

His lower legs had grown onto his wrists.

They had not healed completely,

but his bones and nerves had miraculously joined together.

Before long, he would surely make a full recovery.

The man in the suit stared blankly ahead, despair filling his eyes.

Shen Yan's scalp prickled. He backed away several steps.

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

Jiang Fu answered as though it were obvious. "Weren't you worried he'd run away?"

"He's a treacherous, ruthless Poison Master! What if he gets a chance to recover?"

Shen Yan: "..."

So you attached his hands and feet the wrong way around?

If we're talking about ruthless, I'd say you're worse.

"Then why not just kill him?"

Looking at the combat uniforms strewn across the ground,

then remembering what that insurance salesman... no, that Poison Master had said earlier,

Shen Yan realized Jiang Fu had clearly killed them all!

Treacherous and ruthless?

You're talking about yourself!

Jiang Fu looked at Shen Yan and said with a straight face, "Why kill him? Wouldn't it be better to keep him around and put him to work?"

"Supervisor Shen, when you take him back to the Martial Artist Guild, make sure you lock him in a secure room. You absolutely can't let him escape!"

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

"What?"

"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 deal with prisoners."

"Everyone saw and heard it. Supervisor Shen came here today to arrest a criminal..."

"Everyone in the neighborhood can testify."

Shen Yan: "..."

Me!

Shen Yan!

A supervisor of the Bincheng District Nine Martial Artist Guild!

I've been outmaneuvered by a high school student who only just turned eighteen!

I thought I was only here to be a shield!

Turns out I'm here to take the blame!

Shi Jiu tugged at Jiang Fu's sleeve.

"We're having Shen Yan take that insurance salesman back with him?"

Shen Yan: "..."

Jiang Fu nodded. "I got hold of some poison this morning. This Poison Master can help me process it."

"But keeping a Poison Master close by would be too dangerous."

Shi Jiu's eyes lit up. "So Supervisor Shen gets to deal with the danger?"

Jiang Fu nodded solemnly. "Right! When we need the Poison Master, we can just go to the Martial Artist Guild."

Shi Jiu's eyes sparkled. "And if he gets the Poison Master killed or maimed, he'll owe us another one!"

Shen Yan: "..."

Hold on.

I'm still standing right here.

Couldn't you two wait until I've left to discuss this?

But the Little Ancestor had spoken.

Shen Yan could only swallow his complaints.

Scheming Jiang Fu! Cunning Jiang Fu!

He's even corrupted the Little Ancestor!

Shen Yan looked at the Poison Master in the suit, sprawled on the ground with his hands and feet attached the wrong way around.

A feeling of helplessness washed over him.

At that moment,

he thought he understood why Shi Jiu and Jiang Fu had gravitated toward each other.

She had found a playmate who was just like her!

Suddenly,

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

Before he could finish,

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

Her answer was crisp, leaving no room for negotiation.

Shen Yan promptly shut his mouth and asked no more.

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

"Once you've finished counting everything, just transfer the money to my account."

"You can take the man and go. No need to say goodbye."

Shen Yan gave a feeble wave.

In the villa's backyard,

beside the swimming pool,

Jiang Fu picked up his Fishing Rod and went back to fishing.

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

He couldn't let it go to waste.

Shi Jiu brought over a Small Stool and sat beside him.

Instinctively, she started to lean toward Jiang Fu's shoulder.

Then she seemed to think better of it

and sat up straight again.

Jiang Fu was a little disappointed.

Shi Jiu spotted the Purple Mist Sword by the pool.

She picked it up. "Is this the sword you fished out?"

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

Shi Jiu: "...Great name!"

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

It felt all right... though not as good as the other one.

At that thought, Shi Jiu's cheeks reddened slightly.

Then

her gaze sharpened.

Hum—

A hazy purple light burst from Flying Sword Qie Man.

Jiang Fu's eyes lit up.

He quickly turned to Shi Jiu beside him.

Although he had refined only 0.05 percent of the sword,

he had already formed a faint connection with it.

At that moment,

Jiang Fu could clearly sense

something strangely familiar within Flying Sword Qie Man.

Sword Intent!

Jiang Fu blurted out, "Is that... Sword Intent? Don't you use a blade?"

Shi Jiu handed the sword to Jiang Fu.

Smiling, she explained, "Sword Intent, Blade Intent, Fist Intent—they're all the same at heart."

"The wielder masters the weapon."

"Once you understand that, you can wield anything in the world, any weapon at all."

"I've laid the groundwork for you. You don't mind, do you?"

Jiang Fu took the sword and smiled. "How could I? I couldn't be happier!"

The instant it touched his hand,

Jiang Fu discovered, to his surprise,

that his refinement progress, previously at 0.05 percent,

had reached 1 percent!

Shi Jiu yawned.

She took the opportunity to lean against Jiang Fu's shoulder.

Narrowing her eyes, she started a game.

Then she said, seemingly offhandedly, "I'm going to the Laboratory tomorrow."

"I might be back late."

Jiang Fu was studying the Sword Intent within the sword.

At her words, he paused. "The Laboratory?"

Shi Jiu nodded. "Where I used to live. I'm going back to pick up a few things."

"Also, I need to find out what's going on with that snake."

Jiang Fu nodded. "Okay. I have some things to take care of tomorrow too."

Shi Jiu's eyes dimmed.

She had already guessed what Jiang Fu was going to do.

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

Jiang Fu did not refuse.

In the front courtyard,

Shen Yan did not count anything.

He simply stuffed the combat uniforms into a box,

then grabbed the man in the suit and practically fled the villa.

To Supervisor Shen,

the villa was a den of monsters that would devour him whole!

If he stayed a moment longer,

he might lose everything.

Run! Run!

That little ancestor who kills without batting an eye and that vicious, cunning little demon... They're terrifying!

What a loss! I never should've come!

I didn't even get the person I came for. All I got was a heap of trouble!

With that thought,

Shen Yan grabbed the box in one hand and the man in the other.

Then he vanished in a flash.