Chapter 12: Is this all the looting is about?
"Thirteen."
After creating the thirteenth corpse, Chu Jue clearly reported the number.
"Damn it, I never expected you to cultivate both spiritual energy and martial arts... How come you have so many more than us? Is this the charm of dual cultivation?"
Yun Qiandu did not make a move, intentionally taking Jiang Jingshu and Jiang Pan'er to gain experience. The two sisters gradually became more skilled from the initial clumsiness, and before stabbing the man's family member to death, they did not forget to make a few more cuts to bleed them first.
After expressing his admiration for Chu Jue, Yun Qiandu also marveled at Jiang Jingshu's technique: "A true expert! Who taught you?"
Jiang Jingshu said somewhat embarrassedly, "That's how pigs are slaughtered."
In the pigpen, the pigs that have been driven out will pace restlessly in the cramped space, making low grunts.
A kind-hearted butcher would comfort the pig, and once it relaxed, she would swiftly point the blade at its neck. With one stroke, the pig would let out a piercing scream, and as the blood gushed out, she would catch the flowing blood in a bucket.
The pig's struggles will gradually weaken, and it will eventually stop breathing.
But while pigs themselves have value, these carcasses are worthless.
“I think that’s too lenient on them. They should at least be dug into a big pit and buried alive,” Yun Qiandu suggested.
Jiang Pan'er nodded: "That's how I think Sister Chu Jue would do it."
Chu Jue habitually took away his prey's breath. Whether it was a trachea that had exploded or something else, the scene was rather frightening, with this and that shattered all over the ground.
This wasn't because she was bored and wanted to show off; it was just that Chu Jue noticed his merit points had increased by 20 the last time, while the first time he casually dealt with ants, he only gained 10. Therefore, Chu Jue guessed that the merit points added by the system might be related to his method of deliverance, which is why he tested several different people.
Unfortunately, the system has not been successfully maintained yet, and the merit records that used to pop up in real time have not been reflected for a long time.
Based on a 20-point calculation, these thirteen people have already provided her with 260 merit points. I wonder how many merit points are required after the initial stages of the system's tasks?
But it doesn't matter, just kill them first.
There are only a few of the groom's family members left, making the already scarce resources even more limited.
Chu Jue held an iron rod that Fang Zhiyi had given her, using it as a substitute for a lightsaber. She calmly stopped in place, trying to sense the "prey's" information.
Where will it hide?
Seeing this, Yun Qiandu also felt a little itchy to join in. Her movements were light and swift, more like checking off points on a map than playing hide-and-seek. Jiang Jingshu was still engrossed in bloodletting and carving, and was teaching Jiang Pan'er how to do it, showing no intention of participating in their competition.
The scene fell silent for a moment, and Jiang Pan'er subconsciously softened her movements.
Time ticked forward second by second—
I heard that.
The man's faint breathing.
Chu Jue and Yun Qiandu exchanged a glance, and both saw what she was thinking in each other's eyes: "Take it!"
The two rushed toward their target.
Although both were spiritual beings, neither of them tacitly used their spiritual power. Chu Jue first struck his trembling prey with his stick, and Yun Qiandu followed suit, snapping his Achilles tendon.
"Ah—" He screamed in agony, but once the prey lost its ability to move, it would only become an object to be slaughtered in the hunting ground.
Chu Jue found his howling really annoying, so he casually tossed aside the iron rod and stabbed it into his throat.
"You can't escape," Yun Qiandu patiently advised the still struggling man. "Save your energy."
The man stared wide-eyed at the two women in horror. He tried his best to resist, but found that the strength of the two women was far beyond his ability.
After the leg was broken, the next to be freed was the hind leg. To make it look symmetrical, Chu Jue also severed his tendons. He could no longer make any unpleasant sounds, but Chu Jue forced him to stay conscious.
The man's trembling body revealed his physical fear, and the gushing blood seemed endless, flowing all over the ground.
Jiang Jingshu, who had just finished her work, also had time to come and watch. When the man's unfocused gaze met her blood-stained clothes, he was terrified. He could no longer see who the woman in front of him was; she seemed to be a demon from hell.
The demon said with some surprise, "Huh? So you were hiding here."
It seems that no matter what kind of hide-and-seek game it is, the prey that hides will eventually be caught.
Her gentle smile reappeared: "I remember, it was you who brought me here."
Chu Jue and Yun Qiandu exchanged a glance and handed the power of execution back to Jiang Jingshu.
Jiang Jingshu recalled that at the beginning, after she expressed that she did not want to marry anyone, this man simply held her hand to stop her from running away: "You are someone I bought, whether you live or die, you belong to my son."
With a small blade imbued with spiritual power, she began to cut the hand of the noble buyer.
One finger after another… Blood gushed from the man's severed fingers, accompanied by groans as she moved, but with Chu Jue's stab into his throat, he could only utter inhuman sounds. Until his wrists were also severed, the pain blurred his consciousness.
Everyone here went to great lengths to keep her trapped here.
As he placed her next to the corpse, the man clicked his tongue and said critically, "Not pretty, but her horoscope is good—why that expression? Not satisfied? You should know that it's your good fortune to have you as my son's wife."
The two watched as Jiang Jingshu took a pair of scissors with great interest and cut off the excess thread. The blood that gushed out was immediately pressed back down by Jiang Jingshu's spiritual power.
She didn't cut off too much at once, but trimmed it in stages, like slowly torturing the loose ends of a thread.
"Why that expression? Are you dissatisfied? You know, castration means a long life," Jiang Jingshu said softly. "It's your blessing."
The man whimpered, tears streaming down his face, accompanied by incontinence. He had no strength left to struggle; his disgusting physical reaction carried a nauseating, fishy odor.
It's too dirty; I don't want to touch it. Jiang Jingshu awkwardly used her spiritual power to pull the man up without touching him: "Let's go, let's hold a wedding for him and his son."
The man made a weak "crackling" sound, and with Jiang Jingshu's merciless movements, a long trail of blood was left behind.
Blood stained the bridal chamber, meticulously prepared by the groom's relatives. The man was devastated to see his son's mangled body. Jiang Jingshu threw him into the coffin, where a small section of the iron rod Chu Jue had previously inserted protruded, becoming somewhat obstructive.
Seeing this, Chu Jue pressed the stick further in, fearing the man would die too soon. In the end, he pried off a section and inserted it back into the bleeding spot.
It has both top and bottom sections, so it's important to align them.
The coffin lid was nailed shut, but the man had lost the ability to speak and move. He would be buried forever in the dark, cramped space with his good man.
The oxygen in the coffin wasn't emptied instantly. Every breath a man takes contributes to the foundation of his life's work.
"How many are left?" Chu Jue asked.
"There shouldn't be anyone else." Jiang Jingshu thought for a moment, "Maybe only that male spiritualist is left."
Chu Jue was somewhat puzzled: "Wasn't it said that he had a high spirit level and would take the initiative to attack? Why would he hide like this?"
Yun Qiandu was more cautious: "Maybe it's because there are more of us."
Okay, Chu Jue accepted this explanation. She wondered what it would be like to face a high-level spirit master; to be honest, she still didn't know her own strength level relative to this place.
According to the data, her mental strength is currently less than 300. Chu Jue felt a sense of crisis regarding his weakness.
The faint sounds from the coffin ceased, and Chu Jue and the others fell silent. They were all skilled hunters, doing their best to track down the prey.
But the prey, being experienced in dealing with crises, were indeed not caught by them.
Chu Jue thought for a moment and suggested, "Let's go."
Yun Qiandu and Jiang Jingshu exchanged a glance with her and echoed, "Indeed, they've probably left."
Jiang Pan'er was still a little regretful: "So we're just letting him go like this... Alright, alright, it's a pity, but that's all we can do."
The group dispersed, leaving behind only corpses scattered everywhere.
After a long while, once the gatekeeper confirmed that the women's presence was gone, he descended slowly from the ceiling like a spider, as if relieved.
May the spirits protect us; indeed, assassins have never raised their heads since ancient times.
The gatekeeper spat and sent a message to the organization's inside contacts saying "almost crashed," lamenting his bad luck today and wondering how he could have run into that guy Yun Qiandu.
Has their organization resurfaced? They clearly joined forces to wipe them out before, so why are they starting group activities again now?
The gatekeeper shook his head, stretched his taut wrists, and cautiously avoided the route he had come by, instead jumping out through an inconspicuous little window on the side.
Small windows in nooks and crannies are safer.
The gatekeeper mentally assessed where these people had gone, but after thinking about it, he felt it was unlikely. He had no grudge against these people—well, maybe the one who had been kidnapped was someone he had some kind of grudge against.
Although she didn't know why she suddenly became a spirit practitioner, a novice spirit practitioner couldn't beat him, so what kind of skill was it to ask Yun Qiandu for help?
In short, he and they are not enemies at the moment, and they shouldn't be keeping an eye on him all the time.
He sent another message: "Those women seem to have returned." The gatekeeper thought for a moment, then decided to add another warning. Before he could even type out the words in the chat box, the gatekeeper seemed to sense danger, and his typing stopped abruptly.
Through the screen of his personal computer, he caught a glimpse of a figure that had appeared out of nowhere.
The woman dressed in black calmly said, "I've found you."
The gatekeeper was startled and immediately began to observe.
—Not Yun Qiandu.
There was only one person on the other side, and there was no spiritual power around him, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
The goalkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.
This unfamiliar face is just a bit scary-looking; that doesn't mean she has any strength, and she probably isn't a high-level spiritualist.
The goalkeeper made the first move, his eyes radiating confidence, and his provocation of Chu Jue was tinged with contempt.
His immense spiritual power was like a raging storm, with a force that seemed to tear through the air, attempting to suppress Chu Jue directly with brute force.
What puzzled him was that Chu Jue, such a grown man, had simply "disappeared" out of thin air.
How could this be? The gatekeeper tried his best to sense her movements, but he could only ever catch a glimpse of her "tail." Just when he thought he had successfully located her, Chu Jue would disappear again.
Her movements were unpredictable, like elusive light and shadow. Chu Jue's strong muscles were hidden beneath her light armor, and the previously imperceptible fluctuations of spiritual energy were now fully revealed. To the gatekeeper's surprise, she even took the initiative to meet his attack.
She deliberately ran into her own attack? What is she doing!
The iron rod Chu Jue had just replaced was almost a dazzling beam of light under the condensation of spiritual power. The situation was instantly reversed. Compared to the gatekeeper's attack, this was truly overwhelming.
Her sword carried the strongest "momentum," and as her opponent, the gatekeeper felt an overwhelming sense of pressure surging towards him.
"Whoosh—"
The powerful, swift attack was neutralized. Her own attacks were completely ineffective; she even launched counterattacks! What was this woman doing? Had she gone mad?
Faced with an opponent who doesn't play by the rules at all, the goalkeeper panicked and began to doubt himself.
Did this woman use something on him? Why were his attacks completely ineffective?
Chu Jue, unaware of his thoughts, used her spiritual power to display a series of dazzling skills before returning to close combat mode. Just like when she and the designer had merged into one, she displayed the hardness and rigidity of armor despite being a physical body.
The goalkeeper felt an impact like a cannon blast, and his body, unable to resist, instantly lost its balance, swaying as Chu Jue kicked him to the ground.
Chu Jue easily withdrew his stance.
The victor's face was obscured by the sunlight, and the goalkeeper couldn't immediately discern his expression.
"Who are you?"
While secretly trying to stall for time, the gatekeeper's heart pounded, and he secretly made subtle movements to try and send a message, while pretending to be calm on the surface.
Chu Jue had no intention of ignoring him.
Talkative.
She easily pierced the gatekeeper's heart with her lightsaber.
Taking a few steps back cautiously, Chu Jue was puzzled when he saw that the other party hadn't been able to unleash anything else before dying: "A high-level spiritualist?"
Is this all there is to being a high-level spiritualist?
It was a waste of her bluffing performance.
That's it.
After confirming the other person's death, Chu Jue touched the body as usual. Sure enough, there were some spirit stones in his pocket. Although they weren't very useful, even small spirit stones are still spirit stones, so Chu Jue took them along with the personal terminal.
Although the battle itself was not particularly dangerous, Chu Jue discovered something that had never happened before.
It is known that she can obtain spiritual power from the puppet's spiritual power, and can also cultivate spiritual power from the spiritually rich spiritual realm.
She was able to completely ignore the gatekeeper's attacks, just as she had with the ants before. Those attacks transformed into a faint spiritual energy within her; the principle was unknown, perhaps like spirit stones and puppets, it could be directly integrated and converted into her spiritual power.
But this was the first time she discovered that after killing the gatekeeper, she had gained his "spiritual power".
In other words—
She can directly obtain spiritual power from spiritual beings.
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