You Call This Possession?

The clear Spiritual Power merged with the biting cold wind, pouring into the inner room through the narrow stone window, making a mournful whistling sound.

Things happened too fast and too ridiculously, leaving Xiao Bai frozen in place, unable to react for a moment.

Honestly, when he first heard the words "Soul Seizing," Xiao Bai felt a bit panicked.

If I, a dignified transmigator, get my soul seized, wouldn't that be a joke?

But upon closer thought, something was clearly off.

Putting aside how a mortal who hadn't even started Qi Refining could seize his soul, Xiao Bai hadn't even seen any spells or detected any Spiritual Power circulation. All he felt was a stinky hand loosely gripping his wrist.

The Talisman Paper stuck on Senior Brother Li's arm looked like random scribbles...

You call this Soul Seizing?

Behind him, someone was telling him to wake up.

You haven't even seen my face, and you're telling me to wake up?

Xiao Bai instantly understood.

You guys, you have no skill in Soul Seizing, but you're great at using the pretense of Soul Seizing to kill someone else's target! And you're really good at it!

Xiao Bai shook his head, completely unfazed, only finding it comical.

The only thing that made him feel sad was... Senior Brother Li had died long ago.

Those scribbled Talisman Paper stuck on his arm were probably just used to control the corpse to speak and write messages.

Just as he was thinking, that Talisman Paper ignited without fire, engulfing the arm.

In the blink of an eye, Senior Brother Li's corpse was burned to ashes.

Witnessing his close friend's cremation firsthand, the self-blame in Xiao Bai's heart quickly turned into anger.

He slowly turned around.

He saw Zhao Hanwu, who had always been stooped and had a face like a dried plum, standing tall like a green bamboo, holding a sharp sword, his eyes filled with killing intent.

He didn't look over a hundred years old... at most, he looked fifty or sixty.

A face full of killing intent telling me to wake up quickly?

Heh.

Besides Zhao Hanwu, two burly handyman disciples Xiao Bai didn't recognize also rushed in.

As soon as they entered the inner room, they held their Bamboo Cutting Knives, pointed at Xiao Bai without a word, and cursed loudly:

"Audacious Li Feiyu, driven by jealousy to seize Senior Uncle Xiao's soul! Quickly hand over your life!"

This tactic... is brilliant.

Xiao Bai couldn't help but sigh. To dare play such a trick openly in the Snow Flame Sect in broad daylight showed how high the status of the person backing these people was.

Fortunately, with the Demoness protecting him in the dark, someone who didn't adhere to rules, he wasn't scared.

"Even if you had ten thousand guts, you wouldn't dare lay a hand on an Elder's Dao Companion. Speak, who instructed you!"

Xiao Bai's face darkened as he roared angrily.

Zhao Hanwu's face turned cold. He spoke word by word, raising his voice deliberately so the handyman disciples watching outside could hear.

"I don't believe it. After only three days on Hundred Herbs Peak, Senior Uncle Xiao has such dominance. He must have just had his soul seized by a traitor—Li Feiyu, why aren't you surrendering quickly!"

Zhao Hanwu had lived for over a hundred years and was cautious. Even though he had Qi Refining cultivation that completely suppressed Xiao Bai, he didn't personally attack and instantly kill Xiao Bai.

This was to prevent the Pill Elder from giving Xiao Bai special life-saving or counter-killing methods that could endanger himself.

Instead, he sent the two burly handyman disciples forward first to probe whether Xiao Bai had any hidden moves.

"Finish this quickly!"

The two burly men didn't hesitate, holding their knives and lunging at Xiao Bai together.

Xiao Bai didn't retreat. Instead, he took a step forward and suddenly drew his sword.

Swish—

A flash of cold light from the sword strung the two of them together.

The two handyman disciples were still a bit confused, looking at each other.

They didn't feel any pain. Only when they tried to swing their knives did they feel like their bodies weren't their own.

Xiao Bai drew his sword.

The white sword went in, and the white sword came out.

Not a drop of blood was seen, but the people were already gone, collapsing softly to the ground with a thud.

Xiao Bai pointed his sword at Zhao Hanwu and said:

"It's not too late to answer my question now."

Zhao Hanwu saw through Xiao Bai's intimidation tactic at a glance.

This sword technique was decent, but it wasn't enough to kill an experienced Qi Refining cultivator.

The more the other party threatened, the weaker he was.

Besides, Zhao Hanwu had no other choice. If he didn't kill Xiao Bai, he would die himself.

"The talisman attached to your sword hilt is exactly the same as the one on Li Feiyu's arm just now. It's pitiful how my Uncle Xiao was possessed by a heartless beast like you... I will personally kill you to avenge my uncle!"

This old man is really getting into character!

Xiao Bai was so moved he almost cried.

Speaking of which, Xiao Bai wasn't sure how strong he was or if he could defeat Zhao Hanwu.

At this moment, was Senior Sister Mu Yun really protecting him in the dark? Could there be an accident, or had she encountered the enemy's main force?

Xiao Bai wasn't sure about any of this.

Outside the healing cave, dozens of handyman disciples held their breath and watched the show. At most, they could be ear witnesses; no one dared to come in and save him.

Xiao Bai could only bite the bullet and go for it.

Zhao Hanwu made the first move, holding his sword in his right hand, while his left hand actually conjured a palm-sized circular fireball out of thin air.

The fireball spun on its own, with flaming blades in the center, spinning faster and faster, heading straight for Xiao Bai.

A Fireball Technique fused with a Rasengan?

Couldn't tell before, but this old man's cultivation might not be great, but his spells are pretty impressive.

Xiao Bai split the fireball with a single sword strike, angled his body forward, and thrust directly at Zhao Hanwu.

Zhao Hanwu stood firm like a pine tree, meeting the sword head-on.

The sword blade itself ignited with a green flame!

Clang—

The two swords met.

Xiao Bai was at a disadvantage in strength. His body was invaded by the Fire Spirit, his internal organs boiling from the heat, causing him to vomit blood.

But thankfully, it was a magic attack, not a physical one, allowing Xiao Bai to stabilize his body and grit his teeth to endure.

He directly took a Blood Spirit Pill from the Modifier's inventory to replenish blood on the spot, without needing to use his hands.

Suddenly twisting his body, Xiao Bai used the Butcher's Sword Technique to slide forward with the momentum—

He disarmed Zhao Hanwu's right hand holding the sword.

"Ah!"

Zhao Hanwu screamed, quickly retreated, and put distance between himself and Xiao Bai.

The two halves of the fireball that had been split by the sword earlier had already merged back together and rushed towards Xiao Bai from behind.

Xiao Bai instantly got fired up.

He quickly took off his deacon's robe, wearing his shirt, and slashed at Zhao Hanwu with his sword!

After losing his right arm, Zhao Hanwu's balance was greatly reduced, and he didn't dare to fight Xiao Bai in close combat.

He could only pull back again!

Forming a hand seal with one hand, he controlled his sword from a distance, stabbing towards Xiao Bai.

Whoosh—

Sword Riding in the Qi Refining Realm was decent for flying, but for killing from a distance, the power and agility were far inferior.

Xiao Bai's movement technique was ghostly; his speed didn't decrease. He directly angled his body to avoid the sword and then leaped to stab at Zhao Hanwu again.

"You fell for it."

As a Qi Refining cultivator, Zhao Hanwu was far superior to Xiao Bai in both speed and strength.

Killing with the sword from a distance was a feint.

Before Xiao Bai's sword could reach him, Zhao Hanwu's left hand was already prepared, formed into a sharp claw.

Instead of retreating, his body advanced. He took a step forward with his left foot, and his left claw pierced through Xiao Bai's left chest and heart.

For a mortal still in the Fetal Breath Realm, having their heart crushed would surely result in death.

But Xiao Bai wasn't an ordinary mortal; he was a mortal who had a Pill God wife.

The Heart-Returning Powder suddenly circulated.

Giving Xiao Bai a lifeline...

Only then did Xiao Bai recover, and with a sword strike across the waist, he split Zhao Hanwu in two.

This time, the blood was as brilliant as fireworks.

Killing a Qi Refining cultivator single-handedly made Xiao Bai, whose heart was still recovering, breathe a sigh of relief.

He immediately took a Blood Spirit Pill, put it into Zhao Hanwu's mouth, and said in a deep voice:

"Tell me who's behind this, and you can still live."

In his dying moments, Zhao Hanwu thought confusedly:

Some people can survive even with their hearts crushed, so why can't I live with just half a body missing?

"It was..."

Unfortunately, he didn't know that a Word Spirit Curse had already been placed inside his skull.

Before he could finish speaking, the Word Spirit Curse exploded.

His head was gone, and the explosion splattered blood all over Xiao Bai's face.

At the same time!

A sleeve arrow shot rapidly through the stone window.

Carrying the Spiritual Pressure of the Foundation Establishment realm, it silently pierced directly towards Xiao Bai's Dantian.