Chapter 138 Killing the God
"I will definitely help you."
Gao Huohuo looked at Tang Xuan firmly, paused, and added.
"But from now on, in front of outsiders, you should still call me Bai Qiang."
After she finished speaking, she flipped her hand lightly, took out a magical power from the storage ring, and handed it to Tang Xuan.
"Take this, we'll use it to communicate with each other from now on.
As for the weapons you gave me, you won't suffer any loss by exchanging them for your magical powers."
"This... Fellow Daoist Bai, wouldn't this make you work in vain?"
Tang Xuan looked hesitant and reached out to take the magic weapon, his eyes full of regret.
Gao Huohuo waved his hand, looking calm:
"Didn't you say we were destined to be together? I'll just take this as my debt of gratitude. If I need anything in the future, I'll come to you."
Tang Xuan thought about it for a moment and felt that this made sense, so he stopped refusing.
He just used his magical powers and sent all the detailed information about his third brother to Gao Huohuo.
After explaining everything, Gao Huohuo turned around and left the teahouse.
She knew in her heart that if she wanted to defeat a master like Tang Xuan's third brother who was at the fifth level of the Spirit Transformation Realm, conventional means would definitely not work, and she had to rely on the power of the system.
But how can we arouse his hatred and make him take the bait?
Gao Huohuo was thinking about countermeasures in his mind as he walked, and his eyes inadvertently swept across the message sent by Tang Xuan again.
Suddenly, a key detail came into view - his third brother was obsessed with peerless weapons.
Gao Huohuo had an idea in his mind: Since that’s the case, let Han Guang come forward. After all, most male cultivators have a special liking for swords.
In the next few days, Gao Huohuo put on the invisibility talisman every day.
Like a ghost, he shuttled through the streets and alleys, and got to know the daily whereabouts of Tang Xuan's third brother thoroughly.
That day, in a deep and narrow alley, Han Guang quietly revealed his spirit form as planned, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.
At the same time, Xiao Lingzi also secretly used the art of illusion, and the two worked together seamlessly.
This gave Tang Xuan's third brother an illusion, as if the coveted peerless divine sword was right in front of him and was about to sign a contract with him.
However, just when he was overjoyed and about to succeed.
The illusion suddenly twisted, and a virtual figure flashed out, taking the lead in contracting the divine sword.
And this figure was exactly the one Gao Huohuo had set - Chen Wan'er.
"Chen Wan'er, you are so hateful!" Tang Xuan's third brother roared with his eyes wide open.
"You are just a mere Jindan cultivator, yet you dare to snatch food from my mouth and steal my things? I will tear you into pieces!"
Seeing the new name appearing in the system taskbar, Gao Huohuo curled up the corners of his mouth into a barely perceptible smile.
He quickly put on the invisibility talisman, used his skills, and disappeared without a trace in a few jumps.
After finding a remote corner where few people go, Gao Huohuo first sent a message to Chen Wan'er.
Then she took a deep breath, took out several bottles of poison from her storage ring, and drank them all in one gulp.
Then he sat cross-legged and began to practice the Heavenly Demon Bone Refining Technique.
On the other side, Tang Xuan's third brother was filled with resentment. He was a dignified Jindan cultivator, but he was tricked by a Jindan junior.
I watched the other person slip away right under my nose. If this gets out, how will I save my face?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, especially the name Chen Wan'er, which was like a thorn in his heart, making him burn with anger.
"Humph, if you dare to steal my things, I will never let you go!"
Tang Xuan's third brother gritted his teeth and immediately gave his men a voice message:
"From now on, you will search the city with all your might for a female cultivator named Chen Wan'er.
If you find her, kill her without mercy, and make sure to bring back the weapons she stole!"
As soon as the order was passed down, before he could calm down, suddenly, a strange feeling surged from his body.
The moment Tang Xuan's third brother noticed something strange in his body, his face turned as pale as paper.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He subconsciously covered his abdomen with his hands, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
As a Divine Transformation cultivator, he has been active in the cultivation world for many years.
I never thought that I would be attacked silently in my own city.
With a "puff" sound, he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black blood, which was as thick as ink.
It gave off a pungent fishy smell, splashed on the ground, and corroded small potholes.
He opened his eyes wide, filled with astonishment and unwillingness.
He tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to suppress the spread of the poison, but the poison seemed to have a spirit.
Like a surging tide, it quickly broke through his spiritual defenses one after another.
His legs went limp and he fell to his knees with a thud, supporting himself with his hands and gasping for breath.
Every breath felt like pulling at the holes in my lungs.
At this moment, the spiritual energy around him began to surge chaotically, and his originally steady breath became rapid and weak.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and the scene before his eyes became distorted and shaking.
All the glorious past memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern: he had once been the best in exploring secret places and obtained countless treasures;
He defeated all the heroes in the family competition and became famous...
But now, all of this will come to nothing with his death.
"No... Impossible..." His lips trembled and he murmured weakly, trying to make a final struggle.
He endured the severe pain, reached into his arms, and fumbled out a few precious pills.
He wanted to swallow it all at once to detoxify himself, but his fingers were shaking so badly that the pill slipped from his fingertips several times.
He finally grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, but before the pill could dissolve, a more violent poison backfired on him, causing him to spit out large mouthfuls of blood again.
His body grew colder and colder, and his eyelids grew heavier.
Finally, after a violent convulsion, his eyes slowly closed, his head drooped weakly to the ground, and there was no trace of life left.
There was a dead silence all around, with only the pool of foul-smelling black blood witnessing the fall of a powerful god-transforming warrior.
Soon a dark shadow emerged from the side and cast a spell, turning the corpse into ashes in an instant.
On the other side, Gao Huohuo was immersed in the practice of the Heavenly Demon Bone Refining Technique.
The surroundings seemed to be isolated from her, and time passed by quietly like flowing water.
Not until her skills were perfected did she slowly open her eyes, a gleam of light flashing in them.
At the same time, she noticed that the energy bar in the system had been exhausted.
"This Divine Transformation cultivator truly possesses profound background and extraordinary strength!"
Gao Huohuo couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions in his heart.
However, now, her cultivation has firmly entered the tenth level of Golden Core, and her strength has made a qualitative leap compared to the past.
Chen Wan'er also made rapid progress and has successfully been promoted to the third level of Golden Core cultivator.
On this day, at the first light of dawn, the main hall of Qianhuan Sect was solemn and dignified. A group of disciples gathered there, waiting for the morning class to begin.
Chen Wan'er, a new disciple of the sect, had just stepped into the hall.
Before he could even gain his footing, a sarcastic voice came like a cold arrow.
"Hey, look who is this?"
A female monk who lived in the same dormitory with Chen Wan'er had a look of jealousy and disdain in her eyes, and she sneered with a pout.
"As expected of the Third Elder's chosen disciple, it's only been a short time since he joined the sect, but his cultivation speed is so fast.
I wonder what shameful means he used to achieve such rapid progress?"
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