The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

As he spoke, the Taoist priest once again urged the fire to start, and it was like a burning meteor, cutting through the silent night sky!

Wang Xinyao pointed her gun at the Taoist priest, her eyes as firm as steel, not flinching. She knew this was a life-or-death struggle. If her gun couldn't harm him this time, she would surely perish on her journey!

"You think you can defeat me with just this useless junky thing? That's ridiculous!" The Taoist priest smiled coldly, as if mocking Wang Xinyao's presumptuousness. "If I hadn't intended to kill you from the beginning, how could I, Taoist Li, a dignified Third-Rank Alchemist and an Eighth-Rank Grandmaster, be harmed by a little girl like you? You stinking bitch, how dare you sneak up on me? Die!"

After Taoist Li burst into wild laughter, the fire expanded rapidly as if it was cast by magic, and turned into a snarling fire dragon, carrying blazing flames and rushing towards Wang Xinyao with great momentum.

Wang Xinyao showed no fear and resolutely pulled the trigger. The bullets whizzed out like lightning, like deadly meteors, hurtling straight towards the fire dragon and toward Taoist Li's head. Wang Xinyao was a former sharpshooter among the police. She knew that with Taoist Li's advanced skills, even a single wound to any other part of his body would be life-threatening. Only a hit to his head would be fatal.

The fire dragon and the bullet collided with a loud bang, making a deafening noise. Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and the Taoist priest screamed and retreated backward. A shocking bloody hole appeared on his forehead in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Wang Xinyao seized this opportunity and rushed forward like a gust of wind, pointing her gun steadily at the Taoist's chest and sternly shouted, "You lose!"

The Taoist's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had witnessed the end of the world. He could never have imagined that he would be defeated by an ordinary woman, and even by such a simple weapon. He gritted his teeth and said, "You, you bitch, I won't accept this..." However, before he could finish his words, he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, closing his eyes forever.

Wang Xinyao felt relieved and secretly thankful. She stared at the gun in her hand and thought to herself, this time it really was thanks to it.

Those evil people always like to do evil things in the dark, and when they are killed, they can do it without anyone noticing. Wang Xinyao was very lucky that there was no one around at this time.

Afterward, Wang Xinyao, enduring the excruciating pain of her burns, began cleaning up the scene. She searched everyone's bags. The thugs had very little silver, but Wu Mingjie had over two thousand taels. It seemed that Mr. Wu truly doted on this nephew. Even though he had been constantly trying to harm him, he simply drove him away.

Thinking of Wu Yuanwai, Wang Xinyao was puzzled. Besides their family's wealth, what else could have allowed a third-rank alchemist and eighth-rank Grandmaster like Li Daoshi to plan for ten years? As for making money, with his strength, it would be a piece of cake! I can't figure it out. Sigh, if I can't figure it out, I won't think about it anymore...

Wang Xinyao went to the body of Taoist Li and began to search his money. She searched all the pockets of his clothes, but did not find any money, which surprised Wang Xinyao.

Unwilling to give up, she began to search carefully again, and finally found an inconspicuous small bag on his waistband. Wang Xinyao opened the bag, and it suddenly emitted a strange light. Unexpectedly, this small bag actually contained a secret space storage bag.

She couldn't help but examine it carefully out of curiosity. What she saw was incredible: it was filled with white silver, at least ten thousand taels, and even nearly a thousand taels of shining gold. What surprised Wang Xinyao the most was that the bag also contained nearly twenty Dan Juling Pills, as well as recipes for pills ranging from the first to the third grade, at least twenty kinds, such as the recipe for replenishing essence pills, gathering spirit pills, beauty pills, and cleansing marrow pills...

Next to the recipe was a book detailing the alchemy process. The pain from her burns intensified, and Wang Xinyao couldn't pay attention. She flipped open the book, endured the pain, and read the alchemy process intently. Finally, she understood why she had failed several times.

The reason for the failure was actually the insufficient temperature, that is, the lack of the spark that could start a prairie fire?

Fire? Wang Xinyao suddenly remembered the fire that had just attacked her. It lay quietly on the ground, flickering with a faint flame, as if expressing the sorrow of its deceased owner. It was now ownerless.

She endured the pain, dragging her exhausted body, and treading cautiously on thin ice, she moved towards the fire. Wang Xinyao trudged to the fire, slowly crouched down, and tremblingly extended her hand, as if her soul had been drained away. Straining to endure the excruciating pain of being burned again, she gently touched the fire. The fire seemed to sense her breath and trembled slightly, like a sleeping baby.

Wang Xinyao felt a surge of joy, as if she had seen a glimmer of light in the darkness. She immediately used her fingertips to make a small cut at the site of the injury and carefully dripped a few drops of blood into the fire. She concentrated her mind, exerting all her might to establish a connection with the fire. Instantly, she felt a warm force trickle into her body, and the pain eased considerably. She took a deep breath and, as if it were a treasure, stored the fire in the storage bag within her ring. With this precious fire, she firmly believed she would be able to successfully refine the elixir.

When Wang Xinyao went to check each body, she found that Wu Mingjie was not dead. If she wanted to save him, she could let him survive. But Wang Xinyao would never spare the life of such a wicked man. If such a wicked man lived, more innocent people would be killed. So, she did not hesitate to use corpse-dissolving water to turn his body and the bodies of the Taoist priest and others into nothing.

After all this, Wang Xinyao's burns were agonizing, as if being gnawed by millions of ants. Treatment was urgent. She didn't have time to return home to recuperate, and with her burns so horribly, she didn't dare go back, fearing they would see her and worry. Seeing no one around, Wang Xinyao acted decisively. She used her mind to enter a space and leaped into the spiritual spring to heal her wounds.

With the nourishment of the spiritual spring, the burnt wounds on Wang Xinyao's body were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard a hoarse and anxious voice coming from outside, repeatedly calling out: "Xinyao, Xinyao, where are you? Where on earth are you?"