Seriously Injured Cultivator, Inheritance Key

Wei Zhong, knowing that this incident would not have a major impact on the Yan Family, headed towards his own small courtyard.

Passing by various Spirit Fields, he discovered that last night's Robber Cultivator activity had damaged a lot of Spirit Rice. Patches of Spirit Field were destroyed here and there, and the Spirit Rice in between was clearly beyond saving.

The unlucky ones even had their entire Spirit Field affected by the fighting, with a layer of topsoil scraped away. Spirit Rice could be replanted, but repairing a half-destroyed Spirit Field would cost a lot of Spirit Stones.

What was gratifying was that Wei Zhong's own Spirit Field seemed to have no traces of fighting, and the Spirit Fields of several nearby families, including Wei Zhong's, were intact.

Arriving outside his small courtyard, he circled around twice and found nothing unusual. However, as a precaution, Wei Zhong still cast the Invisibility Art, restrained his Aura, and jumped over the wall into the courtyard.

The Nine Colors in the cage was still as dazed as when he had left, only its gaze was directed towards his room.

Wei Zhong was secretly vigilant.

He clenched the black ball in his hand, the Flying Throwing Art ready to be launched.

He stepped into the room and checked the kitchen and bedroom, finding nothing. It wasn't until he reached his Cultivation Room.

A Seriously Injured Cultivator (masculine) was lying unconscious inside.

Wei Zhong stood behind the door, looking inside through the crack.

This person had remarkable Aura concealment methods, and his spiritual sense search had failed to detect him.

As if Wei Zhong had triggered some kind of warning mechanism, the Seriously Injured Cultivator (masculine) quickly woke up.

"The Fellow Daoist behind the door, please come in and talk. I am Gongyang Zi, borrowing the Fellow Daoist's place to heal. I apologize for the disturbance, and please forgive me."

Wei Zhong naturally wouldn't rashly walk in. He pushed open the door and stood outside the threshold.

"Fellow Daoist seems to be seriously injured?"

Wei Zhong could see clearly that this person's chest and abdomen seemed to have been pierced by some unknown weapon, revealing a large patch of blood that had stained his Magic Robe red.

"Hehe, indeed, that's why I need Fellow Daoist to allow me to recuperate for a few days. Here are a few Spirit Stones as a token of my gratitude."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and ten Spirit Stones were thrown out, landing in front of Wei Zhong.

"Fellow Daoist is too kind."

Wei Zhong collected them from a distance, but did not step into the room.

Suddenly, he felt a warning in his heart, and threw the black ball in his hand towards his head. The ball seemed to have hit a swamp, and was blocked by some kind of viscous object.

Wei Zhong's vigilance did not diminish, and he threw the second ball. This time, it did not encounter much resistance, and hit the source of the deadly threat.

Immediately, a white insect shadow fell, precisely what his Flying Throwing Art had hit.

The white body was already out of shape from the impact of the ball, but Wei Zhong could still barely make out that it was a milky white spider.

"A First Order Spirit Insect?"

Seeing his methods broken by Wei Zhong in the blink of an eye, Gongyang Zi finally panicked.

He activated a green Round Shield to protect himself, and hurriedly said:

"Fellow Daoist, please wait, it's all a misunderstanding."

Wei Zhong ignored him, and activated a spell in his hand. An extremely condensed Fireball Art was instantly activated, striking the green Round Shield.

He didn't know what material the shield was made of, but the Fireball Art only made it tremble slightly before dissipating into nothingness.

Gongyang Zi breathed a sigh of relief:

"Fellow Daoist, please stop. Just now, that was the Spirit Insect's autonomous act of protecting its master, not my intention to harm you. If Fellow Daoist is dissatisfied, I have another earth-shattering opportunity to share with you, please forgive me."

Wei Zhong was unmoved, took two black balls, and continued to cast the Flying Throwing Art.

Seeing that this was a technique to kill his Spirit Insect, Gongyang Zi didn't dare to be careless. He vigorously urged the Round Shield in his hand, and with the injection of spiritual power, a layer of green halo even grew on the outer layer of the Round Shield, making its defense even better.

He felt a little more at ease.

Damn it, if that person hadn't ruined all my methods and seriously injured me, how could I have fallen into such an embarrassing situation, being bullied by a mere Spirit Farmer.

"Dong!"

The attack of the Flying Throwing Art arrived in an instant, the green halo was scattered with one blow, and even a circular mark was left on the Round Shield.

"What?"

Gongyang Zi was horrified. Before he could reactivate the Magical Artifact, the second black ball had already arrived.

Following the previous trajectory, it pierced through the green shield, and its remaining force struck Gongyang Zi's Magic Robe.

The damaged Magic Robe had no ability to block the small ball, and Gongyang Zi's chest suffered another blow.

"Puff!"

Gongyang Zi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his injuries could no longer be suppressed.

"Little thief..."

Wei Zhong had no time to waste words with this thief. He flicked his fingers, and some Magical Artifact fragments flew out. Although they were not as effective as the black balls, they contained some Spirit Iron, and their power was much stronger than ordinary stones.

Seeing Wei Zhong's offensive, Gongyang Zi seemed to have resigned himself to fate and did not resist at all.

The seriously injured body quickly became silent under Wei Zhong's attack.

"So simple? This is too fragile."

Apart from that spider and that Round Shield, this person's fighting skills seemed ordinary.

On second thought, it was extraordinary for a seriously injured body to withstand so many Flying Throwing Arts.

Wei Zhong did not approach, and a Fireball Art condensed in his hand, ready to burn his remains to ashes.

Perhaps Wei Zhong was too cautious, a sigh sounded.

Wei Zhong's hair stood on end, and a semi-transparent small arrow flew out from Gongyang Zi's body, heading towards Wei Zhong.

So fast!

Wei Zhong only had time to cast the Golden Body Art, and his body surface immediately looked like it was made of gold.

However, the proficient-level Golden Body Art had no blocking effect on this small arrow, and it rushed towards Wei Zhong's head as if passing through a solid object.

Wei Zhong's body paused, and a transparent phantom emerged from Gongyang Zi's remains. The phantom was unstable, and even a slight breeze could blow it away.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gongyang Zi's phantom plunged into Wei Zhong's body.

Wei Zhong only felt a chill run through his body as the small arrow pierced him, and he was immediately stunned. Then, an even more sinister Aura drilled into his body.

A scream of "Ah!" was heard, and then there was no more movement.

Wei Zhong, recovering from the chill, touched his head, somewhat confused.

Was that just now, a body snatch?

Gongyang Zi wanted to seize my body? But he failed, even though I didn't have time to resist. Could it be that I have some secret treasure on me that I don't know about?

Wei Zhong searched his entire body in worry, but found nothing.

Alas, it seems my cultivation is not high enough. There must be a reason for my transmigration here, so it's reasonable to have a secret treasure. I'll check it out when my cultivation improves.

Composing himself, he raised his hand and a Fireball Art incinerated Gongyang Zi's remains, leaving only a Storage Bag, a broken Round Shield, and some blood.

Wei Zhong was a little surprised.

"This blood..."

Firelight emerged from his hand again, continuously burning the blood, which was still squirming under the flames.

But in the end, it was "water without a source," and it was soon burned to ashes.

The person Gongyang Zi offended is not simple, and that opportunity is probably the reason for his serious injuries.

Wei Zhong picked up his Storage Bag, erased the mark on it, searched it, and took out a Jade Slip and a finger-sized blood-colored small sword.

"Blood Sea True Lord Inheritance Key?"