Chapter 138: Junior sister, destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces
Huhu——
Rolling red snow was flowing in the air, and the only sound left in my ears was “whirring–.”
The purple flying sleeves floated in the wind. Its owner was pierced by three spiritual swords and placed on the ground. His soul had dissipated, but his eyes were still bright and focused, staring straight at the man lying on the ground before him wearing a bamboo hat.
In the game, Zi Tiancheng was the penultimate BOSS of the Chilong Mansion dungeon, and he once trapped the land reclamation team for half a month. He was not a demon cultivator like Wu Yue or a cultivator like Zuo Min. He had no apparent weaknesses. The numerical value was extremely high, and the fault tolerance rate was extremely low it affected the equipment, coordination, and command of the players in the strategy group. The requirements were the highest among the five BOSS.
Ye Anping gasped three times, then gradually loosened his grip on the sword’s hilt, raised his head, and looked around. The streets were littered with broken limbs and broken arms, and the corpses of immortal cultivators were everywhere.
At least twenty Chilong Mansion guards were helping out, but none survived Zi Tiancheng’s hands.
Sigh–
Ye Anping closed his eyes and concentrated, and took three breaths of silence to express his respect for these palace guards. Then he walked to Feng Yudie, knelt, and touched the place where an extra napkin was about to appear on her body with his fingers.
Feng Yudie took a sharp breath in pain:
“Hiss–”
Xiao Yian angrily flew to Ye Anping, pointed at his nose, and cursed, “Ye boy!! Is this what you said Yudie can handle it. This demonic cultivator is so strong that even the Holy Emperor’s dragon body can’t handle it. Just let her deal with it alone! Do you know how dangerous it was just now? If you had come a little later, she would have died, right?!”
Ye Anping understood this, and he was not confident that everyone could solve the incident at Chilong Mansion without any injuries, and the situation just now was indeed quite dangerous. However, the results far exceeded his deadline.
Now Feng Yudie only had one more napkin on her body, which was already a blessing among misfortunes. After scolding Ye Anping, Xiao Tian changed his style, put his hands on his hips, and raised his head:
“Ye kid, I will never forgive you!” Unless… you make it up to Yudie, and when she recovers from her injuries, you have to take care of her meticulously, you know?! Hum~.
Ye Anping was speechless. After checking Feng Yudie’s injuries, he stretched his hand to her, “Fortunately, no bones or meridians were injured.”
“I deliberately avoided the vital part!”
Feng Yudie rolled her eyes at him, hesitated for a while, then put her right hand on Ye Anping’s hand, used the strength to stand up from the ground, glanced at Zi Tiancheng, who was kneeling with his head bowed, and then stared at Ye Anping with a look of resentment.
“Hiss – didn’t you say before that he was easy to deal with? This is called easy to deal with?!”
“I never said he was easy to deal with,” Ye Anping shrugged slightly, with a slight smile, and explained, “I said you could deal with him, and you also met my expectations and lasted until we arrived. ”
However, Feng Yudie was unsatisfied with his words and complained, “Hmph! If it had been just a quarter of an hour later, my neck would have been slit by this person!!”
“…”
Watching her in this state, Ye Anping immediately understood what she wanted to do. He shook his head, raised his hand, and smoothly retrieved the storage bag from Zi Tiancheng’s waist and the fallen purple spirit sword.
He gripped the sword in reverse and extended it towards Feng Yudie, “This spirit sword is yours, and the storage bag is mine. Is that okay?”
“Hmm…” Feng Yudie glanced at the spirit sword in his hand, then averted her head, “Huh!”
Seeing her reaction, Ye Anping couldn’t help but smile. Despite the large sword wound on his left shoulder, she still had the spirit to bargain. Normally, he would engage in a bit of negotiation with Feng Yudie. However, considering her significant contribution to defeating Zi Tiancheng, he decided to be more generous.
“Alright, I’ll take only 50,000 spirit stones; the rest is yours.”
“Hmm…” After contemplating momentarily, Feng Yudie asked, “How many spirit stones are there?”
Ye Anping weighed Zi Tiancheng’s storage bag and replied, “Quite a lot. There should also be some elixirs from demonic cultivators inside. You can exchange them for many spirit stones when you turn them in at Xuanxing Sect.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Yudie’s angry expression turned into a smile, “Hehe, deal!”
Meanwhile, Xiao Tian, floating nearby, looked somewhat disheartened. It wondered how to express its feelings. “Is it that the young don’t appreciate their partners, and they yearn for an empty ‘leaf’ in old age?” It felt that Feng Yudie and Ye Anping were drifting farther away from the direction of cultivating together.
Feng Yudie, however, ignored Xiao Tian’s musings, accustomed to its attempts to pair her with Ye Anping, which she considered impossible.
“Ah, my dear butterfly, when will you grow up?” Xiao Tian lamented silently.
Back to the present, after Ye Anping took his share of spirit stones and handed over the storage bag and sword to Feng Yudie, she inquired, “Young Master Ye, what’s our plan now?”
“Let’s go help Liang Zhu. He’s probably still ‘dancing’ at Wu Chengzhou’s place.”
“Dancing? What do you mean?”
“Literal meaning.”
Ye Anping adjusted his bamboo hat, looked at the snow lotus in the sky, and helped Feng Yudie straighten her crooked hat. Glancing at her new scarf, he asked, “Can you run?”
“Of course!” Feng Yudie patted her scarf and said, “The bleeding has stopped. I recover quickly. It just hurts a bit now.”
As she spoke, Feng Yudie stepped forward but suddenly turned pale. Her legs weakened, and she fell forward. Seeing the situation, Ye Anping immediately reached out to catch her. He then glanced at the pool of blood on the ground. Feng Yudie, with the Holy Emperor’s bloodline, healed quickly but recovering lost blood and spending spiritual power wasn’t an instant process. This was a case of anemia.
“I’ll carry you on my back. Rest well for now. We still have to deal with Li…”
Boom—
A sudden loud noise erupted beside him before Ye Anping could finish his sentence. Frost spread, and blood mist exploded, directly splashing onto Feng Yudie.
Feng Yudie was momentarily stunned. She wiped away the blood and viscera from her face, then turned to look at Zi Tiancheng’s body. However, instead of the intact figure, all that remained were a pair of kneeling legs, as the upper body had been obliterated into flesh.
The cause was Pei Lianxue, now emitting a frosty blue aura, covered in frost and snow.
“Gudu—”
Feng Yudie swallowed hard. Although she found Junior Sister Pei’s current appearance handsome and impressive, she also found it somewhat frightening.
Ye Anping was also momentarily speechless. He asked, “Junior sister?”
Seeing Ye Anping’s gaze, Pei Lianxue put down the spirit sword in her hand, hesitated momentarily, and replied, “Husband, you taught me to finish off… didn’t you?”
“…”
Ye Anping was left momentarily speechless. While Zi Tiancheng was a sword cultivator without the various survival methods of demonic or ghost cultivators, ensuring a thorough defeat was still a good practice.
Though…
Ye Anping sighed as he looked at the exploded Zi Tiancheng, “Junior sister, when you finish off, try not to blow up the body. Some cultivators have highly toxic blood and bones. Incineration with fire talismans is the best. High temperature sterilizes and kills toxins.”
“Oh…” Pei Lianxue made a face and said, “Husband, let me carry her on my back.”
Feng Yudie quickly nodded in agreement, “Okay, okay! Thank you, Junior Sister Pei! Indeed, Junior Sister Pei is the best to me.”
This statement instantly attracted Ye Anping’s fiercely menacing gaze.
Seeing this, Feng Yudie hesitated and whispered, “Young Master Ye, I… I’m injured, after all.”
Ye Anping remained silent for a moment. He didn’t have time to deal with this girl’s antics. Liang Zhu’s situation was the top priority.
“…Alright, junior sister, you carry her and go.”
“Um…”
Feng Yudie shrunk her neck, “Carry?”
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