"Chihuo Profound Jade Art!"
Feeling the lingering Chihuo aura around his sunken shoulder, Xing Han's expression instantly darkened to the extreme.
He had intended to carry out a flawless scheme—kill and take the porridge without anyone noticing, then continue lurking within the villa. But after Elder Chihuo's move, there was no way he could keep it hidden anymore. Such injuries could not easily be concealed.
He had considered that Elder Chihuo might send out a signal for aid before dying, but he had never expected the latter not to care about surviving at all, only about helping the villa capture him, the traitor.
"You must not touch the spirit porridge!" Elder Chihuo warned furiously, forcing out his last breath. "Half of this porridge belongs to the Saint Sect! If you touch it, you'll bring tremendous trouble upon the villa!"
Xing Han froze. His previously uneasy, wavering heart abruptly leaped with joy. Because of the injuries he had suffered, he had been worrying about how to evade Heavenly Cuisine Villa's accountability and retaliation after killing and taking the porridge. Upon hearing of the spirit porridge's ownership, those concerns immediately vanished.
If anything happened to the spirit porridge, the villa itself would have to face the Saint Sect's censure. How could they spare attention for a minor figure like him? Later, all he needed to do was burn this place down, find a lame disciple to take his place, and he could use a fake-death scheme to deceive the heavens and escape.
The instant this thought arose—
Xing Han did not hesitate. He finished off Elder Chihuo, who was wracked by poison and no longer capable of resistance. Even the latter's soul, attempting to flee, was obliterated on the spot in a single stroke.
After doing all this, he aggravated his own