Kill Xiao Wanchang

Qinghe Village!

Lu Wanyuan was ecstatic the moment he heard the address. Finally, he knew where this bastard came from—so the dog-bred mongrel was actually from Qinghe Village!

Damn it, he had to go investigate this Qinghe Village and see what that slut Ouyang Tingting used to do there.

The only problem was he had no idea where this place was. He'd have to ask around when he got back and find out exactly where it was located.

As long as he had the name of the place, it would be easy. He could definitely find their lair, and then he'd give them a taste of something good—something they'd remember for the rest of their lives.

Perhaps struck in a sore spot by the other's words, Xiao Wanchang's face twisted with rage, a vicious expression spreading across it.

"Hmph! Today I'll make you die!"

"Originally I just wanted to borrow the Spiritual Medicine from you and spare your dog life—after all, we're from the same village—but since you don't know what's good for you, then Old Man will grant your wish!"

With that, he raised his right hand and waved it grandly toward the man in front, signaling a joint attack!

At the signal to attack, the several people beside Xiao Wanchang quickly charged at the opponent.

Some hurled Spiritual Talismans, others directly drove their magic tools to attack.

The sky filled with talismans and magic tools.

And the Magic Sword in Xiao Wanchang's hand, like a flood dragon, flew from his grip and shot forward.

In an instant, several violent Spiritual Energy Fluctuations erupted on the battlefield, as all kinds of attack weapons in the air surged toward the enemy.

Though it was only a few people attacking, the momentum of their combined assault was overwhelming, like a sky-covering tide that ordinary people couldn't withstand.

Lu Wanyuan, hiding in the shadows, was a bit worried whether this Zhuge Man could hold out.

But he quickly came to his senses—of course he hoped the two sides would get tangled up even worse. The best outcome would be both sides crippling each other.

That way he could play the role of 'Yellow Bird' and reap the rewards without any effort!

He immediately distanced himself from the fight, afraid the attacks might splash onto him.

After all, he was still a small fry, and those people were all at Qi Refining Fifth or Sixth Layer.

Facing a fight between such people, he had to be careful—especially in a chaotic battle like this. The farther away, the better.

"Dog-bred mongrel, born with a father who didn't raise you—isn't your only talent sneaking around and stealing chickens and dogs? What else can you do?"

"Coming up with some high-sounding excuse, and you have the nerve to say it? Who the hell doesn't know what kind of trash you are?"

"Damn it, if you've got the guts, come and take it!"

Seeing this, Zhuge Man showed no fear at all. Instead, he cursed back furiously, targeting the other's sore spot.

They were from the same village—how could he not know what kind of person the other was?

Of course he was going to rub salt in the wound. He was sure it would sicken the bastard to death.

Then his lips moved, his right hand formed a seal, and in an instant, a thick white Defensive Spirit Shield materialized in front of him, solid and condensed.

It wrapped around him tightly, his expression one of full readiness.

Boom, boom!

The overwhelming attacks reached him in an instant, slamming directly into the Defensive Spirit Shield, producing a sound like metal striking metal.

The shield took hit after hit from the enemy, its outer light flickering briefly before vanishing.

And in his hand, the shield began to crack with fine fissures.

Seeing that the shield in his hand was about to shatter—if that happened, he'd have no defense left, and under the surrounding siege, he'd surely be hurt—

He threw caution to the wind and frantically poured Spiritual Energy into the Defensive Spirit Shield.

Soon, the shield, which had been covered in tiny cracks, restored itself to its former state.

But by now, cold sweat was pouring down Zhuge Man's forehead, and his face was as pale as paper!

Seeing this, Xiao Wanchang was thrilled and shouted loudly: "Everyone, don't worry! This guy is at the end of his rope. One more round of attacks and we'll cut him down!"

But as soon as he finished shouting, he realized the few people beside him hadn't responded at all. Only then did he notice they were also at the end of their ropes.

Come to think of it, if he himself was barely hanging on, how could they be any better?

Their Cultivation Realms were all lower than his, and they had chased the target all the way here at high speed. The Spiritual Energy in their Dantians was almost completely drained.

That last attack had been their strongest.

Thinking this, his eyes flickered, then he looked up and glanced ahead. "Zhuge boy, Old Man can see you're done for. Surrender now, or I'll chop you into eight pieces!"

He pulled out a Spirit Stone, held it in his palm, and frantically circulated his Cultivation Technique to absorb Spiritual Energy from the stone, replenishing his Dantian. As long as he stalled for time, with their numbers, they could definitely wear the other down.

"Bullshit! If you've got the guts, come over here! What's all this blabbering?"

"Don't think I don't know you're just putting on a show—it's useless!"

Zhuge Man gasped out his curses, immediately exposing the other's bluff.

Right now, they were evenly matched.

But he was still surrounded. If this stalemate continued, he'd be the one to suffer. He had to find a way to break out of this situation.

After all, the enemy had numbers on their side. If he fought so many alone in this place, he'd definitely be the one to lose.

Of course, he needed to find a chaotic place, somewhere filled with various factions. That way, those few opponents wouldn't dare act so arrogantly, since other forces would be nearby. Then he could slip away by fishing in troubled waters!

After constant deliberation, he noticed thick smoke billowing in the southwest—clearly a fierce battle raging there.

Steeling his resolve, he gripped his Defensive Spirit Shield and charged madly toward the southwest.

"Xiao Wanjian, watch out! He's attacking your way!"

Seeing Zhuge Man suddenly bolt southwest, Xiao Wanchang quickly warned him.

But the situation came too abruptly. Xiao Wanjian had just seen the man surrounded by their group, seemingly at the end of his rope, with barely any spiritual power left in his Dantian.

So his guard was low. Who would have thought the enemy would strike so suddenly? Caught off guard, he scrambled frantically, unable to defend himself as the shield came crashing in.

Yet the opponent's Defensive Spirit Shield now bore down like Mount Tai, smashing into him.

Boom!

His entire body flew like a cannonball, blasted away a hundred meters.

With a thud, he stumbled back dozens of steps before collapsing onto his back, alive or dead unknown.

There was no choice—this attack was Zhuge Man's full force. He didn't want to stay surrounded by those men, so this strike was his thunderous blow.

But the result was decent, costing only a bit of spiritual power.

Of course, achieving the goal was enough. That bit of spiritual power didn't matter; as long as he lived, the power would return.

Then he took the chance to sprint southwest, vanishing in a puff of smoke.

This life-or-death escape had to be as fast as possible, because slowing down meant heading straight to the afterlife.

Zhuge Man had long figured this out, so he gave Xiao Wanchang no chance to react.

By the time Xiao Wanchang snapped out of it, Zhuge Man's figure had already disappeared around the corner ahead.

"Idiots! Chase him now! If you don't catch that brat, none of you will live!"

Seeing this, Xiao Wanchang fumed, completely ignoring the fallen man, instead urging the others to give chase!

Hidden to one side, Lu Wanyuan was also dumbfounded. He never expected Zhuge Man to be so decisive—truly surprising, escaping even from such a dead end!

Watching Xiao Wanchang and his men abandon Xiao Wanjian behind and rush ahead in hot pursuit...

They too vanished in an instant.

Seeing this, Lu Wanyuan felt a surge of joy. This was the perfect time to collect some interest.

He immediately dashed toward where Xiao Wanjian had fallen.

Just as he reached the body, Xiao Wanjian was grimacing in pain, hands on the ground trying to get up.

But the next moment, he felt a chill at his neck, his face twisted in terror, eyes wide open.

His head was already severed from his body, cleanly cut at the neck by a sudden, large Ghost Head Saber. Two fountains of blood sprayed everywhere.

With a thud, his head rolled away, tumbling far off.

Lu Wanyuan didn't bother to look closely. He grabbed the gray Storage Bag hanging at the man's waist and a Low-grade Magic Tool lying nearby.

Without a glance, he tossed them into his own Storage Bag.

Then he sped off toward the southwest!

His mind was now entirely focused on finding Xiao Wanchang ahead.

Luck was on his side. Within half a cup of tea, he spotted his target again.

Xiao Wanchang and Zhuge Man had somehow locked into a fierce fight, battling with life-or-death intensity.

But now both were battered. The men beside Xiao Wanchang had all fallen.

Zhuge Man wasn't much better off—one arm gone, body covered in blood, face pale, staggering as if about to collapse.

Of course, Xiao Wanchang was in a similar state, though slightly better off.

Seeing this, how could he not know it was time to settle scores, to repay grievances?

He immediately rushed toward them.

"Worth it, but I didn't drag you bastard into hell with me!"

As the words fell, Zhuge Man stumbled and collapsed to the ground, dead.

Seeing this, Xiao Wanchang spat at the corpse, then approached to take the Storage Bag from his waist. After all, this bag was what he'd schemed so hard for.

Inside was the Ice Spirit Grass he'd dreamed of!

But just as he bent down and reached out, a sharp pain shot through him. His right arm was severed clean at the shoulder, blood spurting from the wound.

"Who?!"

Xiao Wanchang panicked, reacting quickly by leaping aside, enduring the pain as he shouted.

"Who? A little bastard who ate my food and lived under my roof, yet dares to pull sneaky tricks here?"

Lu Wanyuan roared in anger.

"Who? Who are you? I have no grudge with you, sir—why treat me like this?"

For a moment, he couldn't see who was attacking him from the side—since he only spotted himself in the vicinity, he realized the other party had gone into hiding. He just didn't know what method they'd used to achieve this effect; he couldn't even see where they were.

"Who am I? Your whole family eats, drinks, and shits on Green Bamboo Peak, and you still don't know who I am?"

"Ouyang Tingting's bastard spawn is just like this—really disappointing!"

"Thinking you could chase me off and take everything for yourselves? If only things were that easy!"

"Once my cultivation improves, I'll definitely go up to Green Bamboo Peak and butcher that bitch to ease the hatred in my heart!"

Lu Wanyuan spat out his pent-up fury like a machine gun.

Thinking of how he'd fled Green Bamboo Peak like a mangy dog, a nameless rage swelled in his chest, desperate for release.

"Lu Yuan?!"

After some deliberation, Xiao Wannian finally recognized who it was.

"Wrong answer. Now I'm called Lu Wanyuan!"

The moment the words fell, a sharp Ghost Head Saber pierced through Xiao Wannian's back, ripping straight through his heart.

Because while speaking, Lu Wanyuan had already silently crept behind him.

That Ghost Head Saber was driven in by his own hand.