Chapter 38 The Death of the Unlucky Envoy
Dongyuan Town and Baiyang Town are only thirty miles apart. Yu Shan and the others did not take a spirit boat. Xiao Bai used teleportation to take her there directly.
This is both discreet and quick.
The Nameless Sect's branch in Dongyuan Town occupied the residence of a wealthy family that originally lived there. As for the original residents, they had long since found an excuse to drive them away.
After arriving in Dongyuan Town, Yu Shan and his group easily found out the location of the Nameless Sect branch.
Xiao Bai teleported her directly to the main courtyard, only to hear a woman's scream coming from the east wing: "Let me go! Help!"
"What are you yelling about, young lady? Your father gave you to this immortal master, and you'll live a life of luxury with me from now on. What more could you want?" the man said lewdly.
"Waaah! You clearly stole it by force! You didn't even give my father a single spirit stone, and you even injured him!" the woman cried.
"Can you blame me for this? Your father is a cultivator at the Spirit Gathering Realm. When he saw me, a senior at the Spirit Connection Realm, he didn't obediently offer his daughter to me in exchange for more cultivation resources."
How dare he secretly take you away without telling me! I didn't kill him on the spot only because of you, my little beauty!
"I'm warning you, you'd better obey me if you know what's good for you, or I'll use my most ruthless 'sexual energy draining' technique to turn you into a dried-up corpse!" the man said arrogantly.
Upon hearing this, Xiaobai could no longer bear it and immediately cast an ice spell, freezing the entire room.
Each branch established by the Nameless Sect has one chief envoy and one deputy envoy, as well as more than a dozen subordinates.
At that moment, the empress was playing with women inside the house, and his subordinates wisely went out to collect protection money, thinking that when they came back, the empress would be having a good time, and perhaps they could give him some of the protection money they had collected.
In fact, when the Nameless Sect set up branches to collect protection fees, it only stipulated that each household should pay one low-grade spirit stone per month. Those who could not pay could use spirit herbs gathered from the nearby mountains and forests as a substitute.
However, these people in the branch naturally didn't want to work for nothing, so they raised the price on their own.
The sect turned a blind eye to this, thinking that if the water was too clear, there would be no fish. They thought that at most the price would be increased from one spirit stone to two, but they didn't expect that the price was set at two from the beginning, and recently it has gone even further, directly increasing to four.
Not only that, the head of the Dongyuan Town branch was a lecherous fiend, and dozens of young girls from the surrounding villages and towns had been harmed by him.
However, he refrained from taking action against the Holy Witch Clan because this clan was relatively united. If he were to harm a young girl in their clan and incite public outrage, those barbarians would fight them to the death, and his small branch would not be able to withstand it.
What the envoy didn't expect was that the deputy envoy would seduce the Holy Witch Clan girl behind his back.
The deputy envoy felt that since they were all men, why should he monopolize all the beauties nearby? He also wanted to have a few.
But the chief envoy had already slept with any of the pretty girls, and the deputy envoy was unwilling to follow suit.
He recently happened to hear a secret: it is said that women of the Holy Witch Clan are born with witch spirit power, making them the most suitable for sexual intercourse.
The deputy envoy had been stuck at the second level of the Spirit Realm for several years, so he thought of borrowing a few Saint Witch Clan girls to help him break through.
However, he didn't dare to directly storm into the Holy Witch Clan's territory to capture people. Instead, he wandered around the town, hoping to encounter a Holy Witch Clan girl who was out alone. He planned to use a combination of coaxing, deception, and intimidation to see if he could succeed.
Actually, he was testing the waters today. If he succeeded this time and the Holy Witch Clan didn't react much, then he could harvest more essences until he broke through the bottleneck.
Unfortunately, he was unlucky. On his first attempt at a crime, he encountered the Feather Fan, lost his life, and even attracted the evil spirit into his lair.
Just as he hadn't expected that someone would dare to force their way into his branch, he was caught off guard and frozen solid.
However, he was only at the fifth level of the Spirit Realm, and Xiaobai's ice seal posed no threat to him at all.
He was about to use his spiritual power to shatter the ice when he saw a shadow attacking him. He had just broken free from the ice's restraints when dozens of ice blades were already piercing towards him.
"Heh! You think you can kill me with your mere Spirit Fusion Realm cultivation?" The envoy sneered, instantly retreating three zhang to avoid the attack of the ice blade.
However, at that moment, he felt a cool sensation between his eyebrows, as if something had entered his forehead.
Seeing her partner rush to attack, Yu Shan knew he was worried that she would suffer a backlash from overusing her witch spirit power, so this time she didn't plan to launch a direct attack, but only wanted to use some auxiliary methods.
She used the Misfortune Spell, the lowest level of all forbidden spells. It consumes the least amount of magical energy and has the mildest backlash, at most causing her to roll off the bed while sleeping or bite her tongue while eating, and things like that.
As the envoy was retreating rapidly, his heel stepped on a piece of melon rind, which he had carelessly tossed aside after eating it, not bothering to call the maids to clean it up because he was in the mood for pleasure.
A piece of melon rind was originally insignificant, but at that moment he was backing away, and after stepping on the melon rind, he lost his balance and crashed hard into the pillar behind him.
This is the pillar supporting the roof beam. It was originally very thick and sturdy, but it had been hollowed out by termites at some point. When he hit it hard, the pillar broke in the middle.
With a "crack" sound, the beam, now unsupported by the pillar, fell down and, by sheer coincidence, struck him in the back.
The cultivator's body was strong and protected by spiritual power. A beam could not break his back, but it was enough to knock him to the ground.
In the brief moment he was distracted, the snowstorm that Xiaobai had initiated ahead of time was already falling from the sky.
Just as a sudden sense of panic washed over him, he felt a chill around him. When he looked up, he saw snowflakes dancing in the air.
They emitted a silvery-blue light, swirling and dancing in the air like countless beautiful sprites.
Just as he was hurriedly mobilizing his protective spiritual power, it was already too late. He first felt a cool itch on his neck, and almost at the same time, the same cool itch spread throughout his body.
Then countless streams of blood spurted out, creating a blurry, crimson scene.
He only regained consciousness when he felt his soul leave his body.
His physical body has been destroyed, and his soul must escape this place as soon as possible.
As long as he can escape this place as quickly as possible, and then find a low-level cultivator in the town to possess, he will still have a chance to start over.
After a cultivator dies, they do not enter the cycle of reincarnation; once they die, there is no more afterward.
Even just surviving in a body with poor aptitude is better than actually dying.
However, his wishful thinking failed.
Although the soul is fleeting and light, seemingly elusive, it cannot escape the swirling snowflakes.
What you see as beautiful, silent, slowly falling snowflakes are actually spinning at the speed of light.
Each snowflake was a deadly weapon, utterly slicing the envoy's soul into pieces.
Just before losing consciousness, he vaguely recalled the words of his first sword-wielding master:
"An itch is a primary form of pain. When a sword is swift to its limit, the victim feels only an itch before the pain even reaches them; they are already dead."
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