However, Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling, just two Qi-refining cultivators, have become Du Chuan's inner demons.

With his inner demons, Du Chuan feared he would never make an inch of progress. Family was important, but if he didn't make any progress in his cultivation for eight or ten years, he'd be abandoned by his family. Meanwhile, a young prodigy like Luo Jiujiang would only prosper, making it increasingly difficult to kill him. If he didn't strike now, it would probably be too late.

After calculating the price in their minds, Du Chuan and Li Renxing bargained for a price, and finally traded a spiritual weapon in exchange for Du Chuan's willingness to help his master and plot against other families on the Daimao Island.

This item was a set of hidden weapons forged by his master using the heart and blood of Jindan Zhenren, and was given to his nephew Li Renxing for self-defense. Du Chuan had personally tested one of them, and it was truly worthy of being the painstaking work of Jindan Zhenren. Its speed and power far surpassed Han Qianling's method of throwing fish scales that day by a thousand times.

Come to think of it, under the power of a Jindan Zhenren, which Qi Refiner wouldn't be as weak as a chicken or a dog? If Du Chuan hadn't been worried that Luo Jiujiang might have some self-defense items bestowed by that great being, why would he have bled so much, just wanting to be absolutely safe?

And besides that…

Du Chuan's eyes were gloomy as he personally tied the thin and fragile white porcelain bottle to a hidden weapon.

You can withstand a Foundation Establishment Level 3 attack, but what about a Golden Core True Person's? Even if you were lucky enough to fight back and forth with such powerful winds, could you guarantee that you wouldn't break the porcelain bottle at all?

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Luo Jiujiang brought his own lunch from his storage bag. Thinking about it, he didn't actually have much serious stuff in that bag, but it did have all sorts of odds and ends, and naturally, he didn't lack a hot meal.

Just as he handed a portion of fried dumplings wrapped in oil paper to Han Qianling, a shadow suddenly fell in front of the cave where they were living.

Luo Jiujiang raised his head while pressing his knife almost at the same moment the light was blocked, but he only had time to see Du Chuan's face clearly.

Du Chuan searched furiously throughout his journey, his suppressed anger undimmed by the passage of time. Instead, it grew stronger and stronger, escalating into a rage that reached his throat. Now, upon meeting Luo Jiujiang, new and old grudges surged into his heart. Without a single syllable, he unleashed the hidden weapon gifted to him by his master!

The situation took a sudden turn for the worse without warning!

The speed of hidden weapons personally blessed by the Golden Core Master was incredibly swift! Luo Jiujiang's speed had once earned Luo Cang's praise, and was considered among the best among Qi Refining cultivators. Even so, the moment he drew his sword, before he could even bring it to bear, those iron lotus seed-like hidden weapons were already closing in on him!

The huge gap between the levels of cultivation is like a chasm at this moment!

At the critical moment, Luo Jiujiang's vision went dark, but he was not injured by a hidden weapon, but was knocked down by Han Qianling. When he met Du Chuan just now, Luo Jiujiang subconsciously wanted to raise his knife and go straight at him, but Han Qianling smelled a hint of danger.

The muffled sound of the iron lotus seeds breaking through flesh echoed, and Luo Jiujiang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he was pinned firmly beneath Han Qianling. Before he could even try to free himself, Han Qianling used his left elbow to clamp down on Luo Jiujiang's weak spot, suppressing any resistance. He then used this momentum to swing his right hand and sweep across with a fierce palm, intending to knock down the remaining hidden weapons.

In a short time, the roles and actions of the three became confused. Luo Jiujiang's posture shifted from attack to struggle, and Han Qianling not only had to hold him down but also counterattack with his palms to deal with the hidden weapons that had not yet arrived. Du Chuan admired the scene before him, the pleasure of blood and revenge stimulating his senses, making him laugh uncontrollably.

In the chaos, Du Chuan did not notice that the iron lotus seeds that could penetrate the body of a cultivator were only shallowly embedded in Han Qianling's flesh, and did not seem to cause him any serious harm.

However, Han Qianling did not see clearly that there was a small white porcelain bottle hanging at the end of an arrow-shaped hidden weapon.

Amid the sounds of palm winds and hidden weapons breaking through the air, the sound of the already thin and brittle white porcelain shattering seemed almost inaudible.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the porcelain bottle was engulfed by the spiritual power's palm wind and exploded in all directions. The white powder scattered in the wind direction, and the powerful force covered Han Qianling.

The powder on his clothes hadn't taken effect quickly, but the white powder that landed on Han Qianling's fingertips felt like fire, and the pain was almost burning. Han Qianling's eyes fierce, and just as he was about to cut the flesh off his hand, his whole body trembled and he let out a cry.

Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling were pressed tightly together, and he could feel every tremor of Han Qianling's body from beginning to end. He was so anxious that he no longer cared about the other party's elbow pressing on his weak spot. But before he could risk holding his breath to lift Han Qianling, the other party used his entire body weight to press on his weak spot, and he used the force to bounce up!

The force of this blow was completely out of control, and Luo Jiujiang almost suffocated on the spot. He stood up despite the discomfort and saw the most unforgettable scene in his life -

Han Qianling collapsed to the ground four or five steps away from him, his pupils constricted to the size of rice grains, and he let out intermittent cries of pain, seemingly in immense agony. His entire body was wide open, yet he showed no sign of being in danger. Du Chuan, on the other hand, laughed heartily, his expression brimming with complacency.

Has anyone ever heard Han Qianling moan? He seemed cast in iron and steel, cold and indifferent, seemingly devoid of any human heart, unable to feel any physical pain. What if the excruciating, unbearable pain could force him to scream incompletely, only intermittent, short sounds escaping his throat, like an unuttered cry for help?

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