Wind and Rain, Mistification!

Wind and Rain, Mistification! Chen Wang bought this defensive Earth Spirit Ring and left the Market, intending to return home. He would still need to refine the Magic Tool before he could fully master it.

"Cultivators really do come in all kinds."

Chen Wang had not expected to run into something like this just from buying a Magic Tool.

The Dao Resonance within the black iron ring was indeed extremely strong, even somewhat stronger than the Golden Bell Talisman Chen Wang had owned before. Its quality was excellent,

and it could be freely resized, so there was no need to consider the wearer's finger size.

Chen Wang put the ring on his finger. After weighing it in his mind, he concluded that this Earth Spirit Ring was a defensive Magic Tool.

Should he boost his attack first, or stack armor first? That was the question. In the end, however, Chen Wang chose to stack armor and raise his defenses first.

He was now a Tier 3 Genetic Soldier. Once he got in close, he could inflict a certain degree of damage on cultivators as well, though he had never tested it.

"Once I have money, I'll need to buy another offensive Magic Tool to make up for the shortcoming. A Low Grade Magic Tool will do."

Chen Wang thought.

Good Magic Tools would not remain on stalls for long. Everyone liked good things.

That voluptuous young woman had seemingly only just set up her stall; otherwise, Chen Wang would not have happened to get it.

Talismans and Magic Tools that remained unsold for years generally had problems of one sort or another.

With the Earth Spirit Ring tucked away, he prepared to return to his residence. He did not know whether that dark-faced burly man bore a grudge.

Thus, Chen Wang focused his attention. Not only were his hearing and eyesight stronger than an ordinary person's, he also possessed telekinesis, making his senses exceptionally sharp.

There was a secluded stretch of road between the Market and the Slum Area. Woods lay ahead, their shadows shifting faintly. Suddenly, Chen Wang sensed a trace of killing intent and immediately became alert.

"Is it that burly man?"

Chen Wang's heart tightened. He looked into the distance and soon spotted a corner of clothing hidden behind a tree trunk. Eagle Eye granted him excellent vision, and people who typically did this sort of thing were usually not at a very high realm.

To be safe, Chen Wang slowed his pace slightly and lightly rubbed the Earth Spirit Ring on his finger. Suddenly!

Chen Wang slapped his thigh and anxiously began patting himself down and searching through his belongings.

At the same time, he looked somewhat flustered, repeatedly glancing back toward the Market.

After a bout of beating his chest and stamping his feet, he lowered his head and hurried anxiously back toward the Market.

After he had gone far away, a figure emerged halfway from behind an ancient tree and cursed under his breath, "Fuck! That kid was so careless, he actually dropped his stuff!"

"He only just got that Earth Spirit Ring, so he hasn't mastered it yet. The closer I am, the less chance I can give him to react, lest something go wrong."

The one lying in wait to kill Chen Wang was not the dark-faced burly man from earlier, but a man with a waxy yellow complexion.

He carried a short saber in his hand, with a brass throat and a pale cyan blade that looked as though it were covered in scales. "When that kid comes back, I'll catch him off guard and slaughter him."

"He saved and scrimped to buy a Magic Tool—how could he possibly deserve such a good thing? It's all Grandpa's!"

The waxy-faced man gave a sinister laugh. That careless fool had even dropped his belongings back at the Market. Wasn't he simply delivering money into his hands? Suddenly, he felt droplets of water landing on his face. Frowning, he looked up at the sky.

His vision blurred slightly at once. "Fuck, why is it raining?"

The waxy-faced man cursed and rubbed his eyes. Then he noticed something strange. It was only raining where he stood, within roughly half a meter around him.

"???"

His brows furrowed deeply.

The rain fell in a dense, drizzling curtain, somewhat obstructing his vision.

He took a step back, only for a gust of wind to suddenly rise around him. It carried sand and grit, directly blinding his eyes. "What kind of fucked-up weather is this?!"

The waxy-faced man rubbed his eyes. Suddenly, another fierce gust swept past, and he instinctively swung his saber.

Yet he had not sensed any spell aura just now.

The next moment, he screamed as his groin was brutally kicked. Crack!! "Aaaaaaah!!"

After the most vulnerable part of a man's body suffered such a heavy blow, he instantly curled up like a shrimp. Vaguely sensing a figure rushing toward him, he instinctively swung his saber.

The short saber in his hand was called the Azure Scale Blade. It cut through iron like mud, and among Low Grade Magic Tools, it was considered quite high quality, made from excellent materials.

Yet his slash seemed to cut through nothing but air. In the next moment, something like thunder exploded in his ears as a palm struck hard, rupturing his eardrums. Then, with another crack, his neck was twisted apart!

From the rain falling over his head to his neck being snapped, the entire process had been incredibly swift. A handsome, tall young man flicked a fireball from his fingertips and blasted his head apart!

Chen Wang had pretended to drop something, then quietly circled back and lay in wait. He had not cast any spells, so no aura had leaked out. He had crept back like a leopard, using Stormcaller's ability to impair the other man's sight.

Cultivators could also summon wind and rain, but they needed to chant spells, which would naturally cause fluctuations in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Chen Wang's was instantaneous and created no spiritual energy fluctuations, so the waxy-faced man had failed to react at first. As for the sand in the wind, Chen Wang had casually tossed it himself.

At this distance, once a Hell Commando, a Tier 3 Genetic Soldier, got close while his opponent had been blinded, the outcome was naturally easy to imagine.

Chen Wang simply had not expected this man to be so ruthless. Even with his balls kicked to pieces, he had still managed to swing his saber.

However, Chen Wang himself possessed the ability to turn into mist, rendering him immune to physical damage in an instant.

Chen Wang searched the man's body and took his belongings. Aside from that two-foot-long short saber, there was nothing else.

"So it wasn't that dark-faced burly man. I didn't expect someone else had set their sights on me. Damn it!"

Chen Wang cursed under his breath. Flames sprang from his fingertips as he used the Fireball Technique to burn the corpse to ash. His movements were clean and efficient. After lightly patting the dust from himself, he headed toward the Slum Area.

As he walked, he thought, Sand isn't as good as lime, but the advantage is that I don't have to carry it around.

He silently analyzed the encounter, conducting a tactical review.

After returning to his room, Chen Wang took out the short saber he had taken from the waxy-faced man and examined it closely.

This saber cut through iron like mud and was incomparably sharp. In the mortal martial world, it would have been a divine weapon. Looking at the Dao Resonance upon it, Chen Wang judged it to be an entry-level Low Grade Magic Tool, though it was far more finely crafted than those on the market. It was not shoddy work, but an honest piece of merchandise.

"Although it can't compare to that mid-grade Purple Cloud Sword, the advantage is that it didn't cost me anything."

The corners of Chen Wang's mouth could not help but curve upward.

Such things were unavoidable in the Market and Slum Area. As long as you displayed a certain degree of wealth, someone might set their sights on you.

"I was originally disappointed that I didn't buy the Purple Cloud Sword. Looking at it now, it's fortunate that I didn't."

Chen Wang's eyes held a smile. Getting something for free made people happy!

"Powerful close-range attacks are no small threat to cultivators either. Used well, they can bring out unexpected combat power."

Chen Wang thought.

He became increasingly interested in the Great Winter World's dazzling variety of Genetic Abilities.

"Even if I can't buy a Tier 3 serum, I can't pass up Tier 2 or Tier 1 ones either. One more ability means one more method."

Chen Wang thought.

Afterward, he planned to go to the Great Winter World and see whether he could buy another Gene Serum.