Who Said You Could Use My Things?

The sun sank toward the western mountains, its dying light red as blood.

A north wind rose, sweeping the withered grass across the wilderness.

Before anyone knew it, day had given way to night.

Jueming lay helpless on the ground, gasping for breath.

Not far away.

A figure in white approached across the dry grass, neither hurried nor slow.

At last, the figure he had so desperately wanted to catch appeared in his sight.

But now, the backlash from his secret medicine had fully taken hold.

He could not even maintain his original Roaming Void Sea strength.

How could he kill this devil?

"Kill me if you dare! I am a venerable of the Sumeru Sect! Our Arhats will avenge me and leave you dead without a grave!"

Jiang Yuechu ignored his venomous curses. She simply reached out calmly and seized Jueming by the collar.

Then she leaned down slightly and said evenly, "You saved me some Dao Cultivation. That makes me very happy."

"But you used my things. That makes me very unhappy."

"..."

Jueming froze. Then, as he grasped what the girl meant, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

What do you mean, your things?!

Goddammit!

That was clearly my trump card! Since when did it become yours?!

"Shameless! Utterly shameless..."

Before his words had faded.

Crack.

Before Jueming could finish speaking, the life in his fiercely bulging eyes ebbed away like a retreating tide.

Expressionless, Jiang Yuechu released him and let his corpse slump to the ground.

[Roaming Void Sea cultivator slain. Gained Dao Cultivation: forty-seven Dao Essence.]

[Current Dao Cultivation: ninety-three Dao Essence.]

Deep within her Consciousness Sea, the familiar words quietly appeared.

Jiang Yuechu glanced at the panel, then crouched with practiced ease and began searching Jueming's mangled corpse.

Before long, several Storage