A Good Target

The Corpse Water Monster was like a mass of living slime, rapidly spreading and crawling forward.

Seeing this, his Stepmother raised the candlestick, and with her other hand, lifted an oil flask—the flask was an Artisan Cultivator creation, capable of spraying fire oil that could be ignited by a candle flame...

Xu Yuan then stepped forward, "Why go through all that trouble."

The "Inner Fire" erupted without preamble.

BOOM!

Flames roared to life.

Over the past two days, Xu Yuan had been practicing Aunt Wang's cultivation method, "Five Tripod Cooking," and his Pill Cultivator cultivation had made considerable progress.

This burst of Inner Fire was fifty percent more powerful than when he was at Ghost Witch Mountain!

The Corpse Water Monster, just about to enter the house, was doused head-to-toe with intense flames.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

The corpse water rapidly evaporated. The Strange creature let out a pained, shrill cry, like a baby's wail.

The Corpse Water Monster scattered across the ground with a splash, trying to flow away, but Xu Yuan's Inner Fire spread with it, covering more than half the courtyard.

In less than a moment, the Corpse Water Monster was completely incinerated!

Lin Wanmo's red lips parted slightly, and she glanced at Xu Yuan in surprise.

Xu Yuan spread his hands and said, "The guy outside is probably a Divine Cultivator. My Inner Fire is perfect for countering him, so why wouldn't I use it?"

Lin Wanmo couldn't help but shake her head inwardly; she had been too fixated.

Xu Yuan was right. Although his level was lower than hers, his abilities perfectly countered the opponent. Why wouldn't she let him act?

Old Qian clutched his chest—it hurt so much!

Each of those bottles and jars had been carefully nurtured by him. It wasn't like they were in Southern Capital anymore; there weren't many good materials in this small mountain town. It would be difficult to cultivate them again in the future.

"I'm going to kill you all!"

He grabbed a few ceramic bottles...

Before he could open them, he saw a figure suddenly leap over the courtyard wall.

While still in the air, the figure opened its mouth and spewed: Whoosh—

Flames rolled, transforming into a river of fire that dispersed the dense Yin energy around it and surged towards him.

Old Qian stepped forward, shielding the bottles and jars.

This kid is an Eighth Stream Pill Cultivator. His Inner Fire is decent; I just hope it doesn't hurt my children.

But he's only an Eighth Stream Pill Cultivator. His Inner Fire can't hurt me.

What surprised Old Qian was that this guy actually dared to attack him proactively.

Xu Yuan's approach was always straightforward: Why should I let you reveal all your tricks one by one for me to decipher?

Sorry, I don't have the habit of hiding in a turtle shell and just taking hits without fighting back.

As long as I find an opportunity, I will unhesitatingly charge out and deliver a heavy blow to my opponent.

With "Riding Wind" and "Soaring Cloud" talismans affixed to his legs, Xu Yuan easily leaped over the courtyard wall and unleashed a blast of Inner Fire.

Then, he was surprised to find that the Divine Cultivator had actually positioned himself in front of the "Nether Artifacts" storing various Yin Soldiers!

So, Xu Yuan unhesitatingly raised the Three-eyed Firearm.

Such a good target. Not firing a shot at you would be a disservice to my finger on the trigger.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Xu Yuan fired three shots in quick succession.

The sound of the firearm was loud, like thunderclaps exploding in the night sky. The Yin Soldiers in the bottles and jars were startled and became restless.

When the first shot rang out, Old Qian was still thinking about soothing his children, but as soon as the thought arose, his head exploded from the second shot.

Red flesh, white skull, yellow brain matter splattered outwards, the furthest flying over ten feet.

The third shot hit Old Qian's chest, which was already a waste.

The moment Xu Yuan rushed out, Lin Wanmo's heart skipped a beat from fright! This brat was incredibly audacious. If anything happened to him, how could she explain it to her master in the afterlife?

Lin Wanmo rushed out right behind him. As soon as she reached the courtyard, she saw Xu Yuan holding the umbrella she had just given him, and she finally felt a little relieved: this kid, while a bit reckless, wasn't foolish.

Then, with three thunderous gunshots, Lin Wanmo also flipped over the wall, stunned to see Old Qian's headless corpse fall!

This opponent is at least a Seventh Stream Divine Cultivator!

Even if Lin Wanmo didn't need to protect Xu Yuan and fought him without reservation, it would still take her some effort to subdue him.

Most Artisan Cultivators did not possess the "fire" that countered Divine Cultivators.

Only a very small number, if the "spiritual apertures" they cultivated happened to contain "aperture fire," could form a counter to Divine Cultivators.

In Lin Wanmo's perception as a powerful Artisan Cultivator, the enemies tonight were quite troublesome.

Although Xu Yuan possessed the "Inner Fire" to counter his opponents, its level was too low, only allowing him to offer minor assistance from the sidelines.

Who would have thought this kid would boldly charge out and shatter the enemy's head?

Enemies capable of cultivating to the Seventh Stream level tonight shouldn't be so foolish as to use their own bodies to shield Yin Soldiers from a crafted hand cannon?

Then, Lin Wanmo's mind raced, and she understood what was happening: Old Qian never expected Xu Yuan to possess a crafted hand cannon.

Old Qian was experienced in combat, so after the Hanged Ghost and Drowned Ghost rushed forward, he knew the Artisan Cultivator in the courtyard was a seasoned veteran craftsman.

His skill level was at least on par with Old Qian's.

The higher the level of an Artisan Cultivator, the more severe the conflict between old and new artisans.

At Lin Wanmo's level, she absolutely would not use creations from new artisans.

Nor would she allow anyone around her to do so.

Lin Wanmo was an anomaly among old artisans, and she doted on Xu Yuan too much. Not only did she let him use it, but she also grudgingly repaired this Three-eyed Hand Cannon herself.

Old Qian never anticipated Xu Yuan having the means of a new artisan. Seeing Xu Yuan, an Eighth Stream Pill Cultivator, charge out and spew fire, he naturally stepped forward to protect his "child" out of concern.

Logically, an Eighth Stream Pill Cultivator shouldn't have the means to counter a Seventh Stream Divine Cultivator.

And so... with a bang, his head exploded.

Lin Wanmo initially believed Old Qian had made a misjudgment due to his extensive experience.

She didn't realize that Xu Yuan's "Eight Directions Injury Sha" Fate Imprint had also played a role, just like with Saint Aunt previously.

Old Qian was of a higher level; a single small mistake cost him his life.

Xu Yuan descended from mid-air, happily collecting his spoils.

Stepmother warily scanned the surrounding darkness, "Let's go back inside!"

Although traveling at night was not forbidden tonight, chilling auras still drifted on the wind from the darkness.

Xu Yuan was very receptive to advice at this moment. He gathered the bottles and jars on the ground, grabbed Old Qian's corpse, and turned to retreat through the main gate.

Only after Xu Yuan entered the house did Stepmother slowly back away.

Xu Yuan cooperated with her seamlessly. After entering the house and setting down the items and the corpse, he stood by the window and unleashed an Inner Fire towards the cage in the courtyard where the Hanged Ghost was imprisoned.

The Hanged Ghost let out a shrill scream, and one by one, they turned into bluish-green ashes.

By the time Lin Wanmo retreated into the house, all the Hanged Ghosts had been refined. She waved her hand, and the cage transformed back into window frames, automatically reassembling onto the window with a series of clicks.

The house's defenses were no longer compromised.

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