A one-sided battle, and she cultivated the Yuan Qi technique to the eighth level, enough to make her invincible.
On the seventh level, you can use "Golden Cut"!
As the name suggests, whether any sharp weapon breaks or not is entirely up to her.
The claim of having the best martial arts in the world is not an exaggeration.
Qin Peng and the three thousand Imperial Guards watched in horror as arrows rained down from the sky and the swords in their hands snapped in two.
"ghost!"
"Impossible! How could this be?!"
"She's a ghost! No human could do that!"
The Imperial Guards were in complete chaos; they had never seen such a miraculous method before.
Hua Rong's face was slightly pale, but her gaze was icy as she looked at the chaotic crowd in front of her.
Finally, his gaze fell on Qin Peng, who was riding a tall horse, and he narrowed his eyes: "You look a lot like someone I killed."
"Who?" Qin Peng asked reflexively.
Hua Rong smiled, his smile mirroring the full moon in the sky, making him appear like a ghost: "I don't know his name, but he died on the Wangsi Grassland!"
Qin Peng's eyes widened. He knew who Hua Rong was talking about; it was his father, Qin Chi.
He died three months ago.
However, Qin Peng didn't have time to think much, because he witnessed another unforgettable scene.
Even though he was about to die.
All he saw was the boy in front of him suddenly look up and roar to the sky: "Ah!"
Immediately, the white wolf king beside her also looked up at the moon and howled, "Awooo!"
The boy's hair ribbon was completely broken, and his long black hair danced in the wind, which, combined with his exquisite face, made him look like a mountain spirit.
Then……
"ah!"
"Help me! Help me!"
Suddenly, the three thousand Imperial Guards spontaneously combusted, and everyone present except him caught fire.
That's terrifying! That's terrifying!
Qin Peng never imagined that he would see such a hell on earth!
"Ah! My lord! Save me! My lord! I did this for you—" The informing master tried to grab his hand, but Qin Peng quickly backed away, "Don't touch me!!"
He retreated too quickly and fell to the ground, then saw those people turn to ashes at an incredible speed!
"Are you very scared?" Qin Peng asked the boy.
Looking at the smile on the boy's face, fear and despair rose from the bottom of his heart.
Yes! He's a ghost! He must be a ghost!
How could anyone make someone spontaneously combust? That's terrifying!
The Qin family is finished! Qin Peng thought in despair.
Hua Rong knelt on the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, revealing a sinister smile: "What a pity, my technique is called 'Inferior Curse'. If one's heart is filled with more good than evil, then it will not turn to ashes."
“I, I…” Qin Peng’s eyes lit up.
"Are you trying to say why you didn't ignite? That's because—"
Hua Rong gave his waist a cold look: "Because I want you to experience endless fear before you die!"
Ignoring Qin Peng, who was so frightened he lost control of his bladder, she patted Bai Wang: "I'm sorry to have to trouble you; his flesh must not taste good. But I'm out of strength, so I'm leaving it in your care, dear Bai Wang—"
Before she could finish speaking, Hua Rong closed her eyes.
She was too tired.
"Awooo!!!"
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"This girl is really beautiful."
"Losing so much blood, it must hurt so much. It breaks my heart to see it."
"Grandma, kill that hen. The little girl will definitely be hungry when she wakes up."
"Grandma, the big white dog just won't play with me. I'm going to find Big Horse!"
"..."
The constant noise in her ears gave Hua Rong a headache.
She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
A vile curse.
It can only be used at the eighth level of the Yuan Qi cultivation technique. It is very powerful, but also consumes a lot of energy.
If it were only a hundred people, perhaps she wouldn't be in this state, but with three thousand people...
After this incident, Hua Rong learned to be cautious and never underestimate any seemingly insignificant person.
If it weren't for the fact that her Qi cultivation technique surpassed all other martial arts in the world, she would probably be dead already.
She didn't know if dying in this world meant truly dying.
But as long as she can live, she will never die.
Hua Rong woke up three days later, and Bai Wang was the first to notice.
"Awooo"
Bai Wang let out a soft cry and kept rubbing his face against Hua Rong's, his tongue licking her lips.
Hua Rong's gaze softened. "King Bai, thank you for your hard work."
"Awooo"
Bai Wang seemed to understand Hua Rong's words and responded to her in a low voice.
"Daughter, you're awake! That's wonderful! That's wonderful!"
Hua Rong looked in the direction of the sound and saw the old woman at the door.
She was wearing a coarse blue cloth dress with many patchwork marks on it.
But she was very clean, with a kind and gentle face, and Hua Rong liked her almost at first sight.
She propped herself up, trying to sit up. Bai Wang understood what she meant, and bit her clothes, trying to pull her up.
"Oh dear, girl, what are you doing? You just woke up, so lie down and rest!" The old woman helped Hua Rong lie down and slapped Bai Wang on the head. "Da Bai, get away from me, don't bother your master."
"Awoo!" The White King's ears drooped down, and its pair of emerald green eyes looked at the old woman with a pitiful expression.
"Don't look at me, I'm not as good-looking as your master!"
Hua Rong stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.
This was the first time she had ever seen the White King trust someone other than her so much, let alone let the old woman touch its head.
However, Hua Rong's gaze softened quickly.
Although the White King's intelligence is not comparable to that of humans, it is still quite high.
The fact that it was treated this way shows that the old woman was very kind to it.
"Alright, honey, I'll get you a bowl of porridge. It's still warm. I knew you'd wake up soon, so I had my daughter-in-law make it."
Hua Rong's voice was soft, sounding slightly hoarse: "Thank you so much for saving my life..."
"Alright, if others call me Granny Sang, you can just call me Granny Sang. It's not a matter of saving my life; even without us, your big white dog wouldn't have let you die. This is the first time I've ever seen such a human-like big white dog..."
Hua Rong's eyes widened. A big white dog? The White King?
Big white dog: "Awooo"
Another half month passed, and Hua Rong was able to get out of bed, but her internal energy was still depleted, and it seemed that she had only recovered one or two levels.
From Grandma Sang's family, she also learned that the place she was in was called Kaoshan Village, which was about 50 li away from the courtyard where the incident occurred.
After learning the news, Hua Rong was still worried, but due to her physical condition, she could only stay here to recover.
Or perhaps, she simply didn't want to leave Grandma Sang's family.
Grandma Sang has a strong personality, but she is also simple and honest, and has excellent silkworm raising skills.
Her daughter-in-law, Lin Chengshi, was a gentle and mild-mannered woman, a typical rural woman.
Grandma Sang also has a grandson named Er Gouzi, whose real name is Cheng Hui. He is six years old, lively and cute, and at the age where he is very mischievous.
This family reminded Hua Rong of what it was like to live with wolves, making her unable to forget them and reluctant to leave.
Er Gouzi's father died before he was born, and Hua Rong didn't ask him how he died, unwilling to reopen their wounds.
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