Chapter 120: Slaughtering Dogs Like Killing Chickens
Qin Min lay collapsed on the ground, already on the verge of death.
Her qi and blood throughout her body were already scattered and disordered, and her five viscera and six bowels had been shattered by the combined efforts of several people in the earlier fight.
It could be said that in her current state, even if the Dojo Master came personally to save her, whether she lived or not was still uncertain. Even if she survived, her immortal path would be completely ruined.
At this moment, she felt incredulous in her heart, and from her mouth came hoarse sounds: “I-Impossible…”
Meanwhile, Hua Xiaqing and the others who had knocked her down had flickering gazes but did not hurry to take Qin Min’s life.
The three looked at each other, all waiting for someone to step forward and act first.
But judging from the looks of these three, they did not seem worried that killing Qin Min would bring them any trouble.
Suddenly, Hua Xiaqing spoke up: “Why don’t you two hurry and act? How can you make a weak woman like me deliver this fatal blow?”
Hearing this, the other two both revealed cold smiles on their faces:
“Since it was Sister Hua who started this, why not let Sister Hua finish it.”
Who would have thought that upon hearing this, Hua Xiaqing’s expression changed slightly in her eyes, yet she actually smiled and agreed:
“Very well, then I will send Sister Qin on her final journey.”
After saying this, the woman walked toward Qin Min.
But the next moment.
Her movements suddenly flickered, and she abruptly picked up the bundle that Qin Min had dropped on the ground, then wrapped in a gust of fragrant wind, she darted swiftly toward the depths of the mine tunnel.
Just as she moved, the other two simultaneously attacked her.
It turned out that these three had not immediately killed Qin Min because they feared that after she died, the one who acted would become the next target.
“Wretched woman, don’t run!”
The two who attacked had not expected Hua Xiaqing to be so vigilant; their combined strike actually missed her.
But these two were no simple characters either. Although Hua Xiaqing dodged the pounce, she failed to escape successfully.
Just as the three were fighting among themselves, Qin Min, lying on the ground, suddenly moved again.
A burst of spiritual light surged from her body.
This commotion made Hua Xiaqing and the other two suspicious, thinking that this woman still had a trump card.
But that spiritual light did not seize the chance to kill them; instead, it enveloped Qin Min, carrying her body out of the mine tunnel, and left behind a mist of spiritual energy at the scene.
The three wanted to pursue and kill her, but considering Qin Min’s injuries—her spine had been broken by them—unless a Foundation Establishment immortal cultivator intervened to reconnect it, even if she survived, she would be crippled for the rest of her life.
Moreover, the three were wary of each other, afraid that someone else would take advantage, so they did not continue chasing.
………………
Whoosh whoosh!
Fang Shu successfully exited the mine tunnel and appeared on the surface.
He breathed in the fresh air outside the mine tunnel, feeling his spirits instantly invigorated.
After identifying the direction, he quickly headed straight toward the location of the two immortal sect envoys.
But just as he was about to approach the immortal sect envoys, he noticed that a hundred paces from them, there were lingering traces of bloody stench in the air, and on the ground lay several examinees’ bodies, dead or alive unknown.
Fang Shu looked up again and clearly saw several examinees blocking the necessary path, with quite a few unmelted bones placed beside them, as if they were engaged in roadside robbery.
After thinking it over a few times.
Fang Shu immediately surged his rolling qi and blood, and also gripped the long tongue sword in his hand, making the power of the Third Calamity Magic Tool unmistakably clear.
He had already scanned them once; even these roadside robbers’ examinees, the quantity and quality of unmelted bones in their hands seemed not much better than his own.
With his haul, he figured he could easily rank in the top ten this time.
Therefore, for this final stretch of road, Fang Shu did not plan to stir up trouble; he would rather return immediately to the immortal sect envoys, hand in the unmelted bones, and secure his mountain entry quota.
Just like that, Fang Shu displayed his momentum and walked forward step by step.
And those roadside robbing examinees, seeing that his qi and blood had not waned and he looked vigorous and fierce, this group indeed all changed color and had no intention of coming forward to gnaw on this tough bone.
But just as Fang Shu was about to pass by, an unexpected event finally occurred.
A voice appeared at his side, one that sounded familiar to his ears: “Fellow Daoist, please hold.”
Looking up, Fang Shu saw the face of Ling Bai Quan from Shao Wei Guan.
This man stared fixedly at Fang Shu, his eyes revealing covetous intent, but strangely, he was not staring at the unmelted bones in Fang Shu’s hand, but at Fang Shu himself.
“Brother Fang has also cultivated our dojos’s Lead Skill; you and I are half fellow disciples. Why not join me here to ensure a worry-free mountain entry this time?”
Ling Bai Quan said with a smile, his teeth gleaming white.
Fang Shu stopped and feigned curiosity: “How to ensure it?”
The other continued to approach, pretending familiarity:
“Rather than painstakingly collecting those bone scraps, why not directly eliminate the weaklings. And these people all have considerable wealth…”
But as soon as this man entered the three-zhang range, what met him again was Fang Shu raising his hand for a sword strike.
This sword strike, Fang Shu did not hold back his strength; he directly poured all his magic power into it, thrusting toward the other’s head.
Clang!
The tongue sword fiercely struck the other’s face, breaking through his protective qi, tearing open his tough skin membrane, and drilling into the flesh.
But unfortunately, Ling Bai Quan timely raised his arms to block in front, so the tongue sword failed to pierce into the other’s eyeballs and instead got stuck between this man’s arms.
“What nerve! You dare injure me.” Ling Bai Quan’s face showed shock, then great anger.
He was somewhat incredulous; clearly he had targeted this man, yet he had almost fallen for this man’s scheme.
At once.
Ling Bai Quan surged his qi and blood throughout his body, intending to have a proper fight with Fang Shu.
He wanted to kill this guy, not only take the unmelted bones in his hand, but also drag this guy back into the mine tunnel to extract the lead and mercury precious blood from his body!
Although that Xiao Li Li had escaped, with the Spring Examination presenting such a golden opportunity, he could directly act and use a Third Calamity immortal cultivator to cultivate medicine ginseng.
In this way, even if the medicine ginseng was grown for a short time, with outstanding materials, it would surely increase his chances of refining qi by a few points!
Roar! A wolf howl roared from Ling Bai Quan’s mouth.
A pitch-black qi energy coiled around his body, his beard and hair stood up like steel needles, and his arms were like a small mountain as he fiercely crashed toward Fang Shu.
Such momentum immediately drew the gazes of many onlookers, all of whom looked solemn.
But immediately after, what made the nearby onlookers’ eyes fluctuate even more was a ripping sound!
Fang Shu said not a word; he wielded the long tongue sword in his hand, pouring qi and blood into it, causing the long tongue sword to suddenly ignite, emanating surging power as it slashed toward Ling Bai Quan.
Ling Bai Quan saw this technique and revealed a sneer in his eyes.
Before the exam started, he had inquired about some intelligence on this year’s examinees, and he had long known about the magic tool in Fang Shu’s hand being able to ignite.
Therefore, this time he did not intend to quickly decide the fight with Fang Shu, but planned to rely on his ironclad tendons and bones to wear down Fang Shu’s magic power and qi and blood, beating Fang Shu to death alive.
“Maintaining such magic must consume a great deal of qi and blood!” this fiend thought to himself.
And this thought became the last complete thought in Ling Bai Quan’s mind.
Only a squelching sound was heard.
Fang Shu, holding the tongue sword, actually pounced onto his body; the tongue sword was tricky and unpredictable, stabbing precisely toward a spot on his neck.
This made Ling Bai Quan’s pupils shrink abruptly, incredulous.
The next moment, this man felt his qi and blood go astray, and a series of ripping sounds from the cutting rapidly echoed across his body.
He frantically surged his strength to counterattack, but with a crack, his head suddenly spun, and a huge bang resounded in his ears.
Ling Bai Quan suddenly felt his head as if embraced by something.
Looking closely again, he saw a headless torso appear before him, blood gushing like a spring from its severed neck. And this torso looked very familiar to him.
“How is this so like… my…” Ling Bai Quan’s inner mutter was unfinished when his consciousness instantly went black.
