Infiltrating the world of cultivation

Da da da!

Wang Chao pressed his advantage, firing another burst of bullets.

The ghostly spirit of the Ghost King Banner was shattered by the Dynasty's laser assault rifle; the pale ghostly spirits were torn to pieces under the onslaught of the laser beams.

Was it really that simple? Even the dynasty hadn't expected that the terrifying black mist would be so easily dealt with by the laser assault rifle.

It seems that the principle of one thing subduing another, of mutual restraint, is indeed profound.

At this moment, black mist swirled around Han Dianli. Wang Chao rolled his eyes and fired another burst of laser bullets.

Da da da!

Ah!

Han Dianli let out a sharp scream, which sent chills down Wang Chao's spine. What kind of pain could make a grown man make such a shrill sound?

Wang Chao secretly vowed that even if demonic cultivation had great benefits, he would not learn it. He feared that if he mastered such a method, he would not be able to find his true self.

Da da da!

The dynasty gave Han Dianli no chance to breathe, firing a long burst that riddled him with holes.

Strike while the iron is hot; if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring!

The dynasty was worried that Han Dianli might rise from the dead, so it was not entirely at ease. It was only after beating Han Dianli into a pile of mud that it breathed a sigh of relief.

After resting, Wang Chao finally felt the pain in his left shoulder, a piercing sensation. He never wanted to experience it again. In the biting cold of winter, it was truly chilling to the bone, yet exhilarating!

Nangong Qingyu, who was hiding in the shadows, saw Wang Chao dismember Han Dianli and her expression twitched involuntarily. He was a ruthless person.

Compared to that deceased Hanlidian, isn't the dynasty a demonic cultivator?

Nangong Qingyu really wanted to go forward and treat the piercing wound in Wang Chao's left shoulder, but she was worried that Wang Chao would be displeased if he found out she was following him, so she forcibly suppressed the urge to go out.

After quickly treating the wound on his left shoulder, Wang Chao suppressed his discomfort and began searching for Han Dianli's body.

At this moment, Han Dianli had become a bloody mess. After a brief search, the dynasty found that there was nothing of value left on Han Dianli's body.

They simply dug a hole and hastily buried the body of the unheard-of monk. Now that the flamethrower is broken, there's no way to destroy the evidence.

After a quick assessment, he rushed toward the place he had agreed upon with Zuo Qiuzhen.

Zuo Qiuzhen was facing a master at the third stage of Qi Refining, and at this moment, he was probably in grave danger.

Zuoqiu Zhen had treated him well, so the dynasty did its best to save him.

The place where Wang Chao and Zuo Qiuzhen had agreed to meet was not too far from here, and Wang Chao arrived in no time.

The snow-covered earth was now awash in blood, large patches of red, creating a poignant and tragic scene.

Even the wind blowing snowflakes cannot conceal that cold, beautiful red.

On the ground, there were many large, charred craters, still emitting wisps of black smoke. Around the craters were some severed limbs.

At the edge of the pit, there were many corpses, but not a single one was seriously injured or dying; they were all completely dead.

Wang Chao did not see Zuo Qiuzhen's body.

Following the tracks in the snow, Wang Chao tracked them all the way to a valley.

The valley was also littered with signs of battle; even the frozen soil was charred black. In the very center, Wang Chao saw two corpses.

The two corpses lay facing each other, each with a long sword stuck in its chest. This was a desperate fight to the death, which ultimately resulted in both of them being severely injured.

This scene seemed familiar, and Wang Chao thought of that day when the white-robed national teacher Li Wenshu fought against that cultivator.

If I hadn't appeared, the two of them would probably have suffered heavy losses.

Perhaps it was because martial artists have strong vitality, but when Wang Chao arrived, neither of them was completely dead and both still showed signs of life.

With a whoosh, Wang Chao swung his sword, severing the head of the Qi Refining Stage 3 cultivator. He then retrieved a cloth bag from the man's body and put away the magical sword.

After feeding Zuo Qiuzhen five heart-strengthening pills, a local specialty of China, and treating his wounds briefly, he carried Zuo Qiuzhen on his back and headed towards the No. 3 mining area.

This place is not safe to stay any longer. Dawn is approaching, and after a major battle, this place is easily targeted by those who covet it. Therefore, we must leave as soon as possible.

After seeing Wang Chao leave safely, Nangong Qingyu seemed to be deep in thought. Clearly, Wang Chao was not an ordinary mortal. His artifacts resembled ordinary mechanical arts, but were many times more powerful, capable of harming cultivators.

Although the cultivator who was killed was only at the second stage of Qi Refining, the dynasty was able to kill him with the strength of the first stage of Qi Refining.

Especially that thing that looks like a fire poker, it can achieve the power of using spiritual power without using spiritual power. Although it has no effect on high-level cultivators, this method of creation, once improved, will produce unknown changes.

The sect's current situation is not optimistic; having more combat power means having a better chance of winning.

Cultivators often have a saying about acting on impulse, and they trust their intuition the most.

With Nangong Qingyu's talent, she could have easily ignored a novice at the first stage of Qi Refining. However, the sudden impulse she felt upon seeing Wang Chao led her to inexplicably connect with him.

"What an interesting person."

Nangong Qingyu chuckled softly as she watched Wang Chao leave.

Wang Chao carried Zuo Qiuzhen on his back and rushed all the way to the No. 3 mining area.

Many early-rising miners, upon witnessing this scene, seemed lost in thought, while some rare ceremonies, upon seeing it, were even somewhat eager to try it themselves.

When Wang Chao saw those people approaching, he frowned slightly. Clearly, they wanted to take advantage of the situation.

"Han Dianli and Zhang Quan are dead. If you know what's good for you, get out of here. Anyone who dares to stop me, don't blame me for settling scores later."

Without stopping beneath the throne, those who rarely participated in the ceremony were all shocked upon hearing this. If what the throne said was true, then their situation was somewhat precarious.

For a time, no one dared to block Wang Chao's way. With the help of several innate masters who rushed to the scene, Wang Chao returned to his residence.

At this moment, Zuo Qiuzhen was barely breathing, his eyelids were slightly raised, and he had lost all his vitality.

"Big brother, do you have any last words? Like, do you have any hidden inheritance? Tell me quickly, otherwise where will I find it after you die?"

Wang Chao laid Zuo Qiuzhen flat on the bed. Upon hearing this, Zuo Qiuzhen almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Had Wang Chao really schemed against him?

"no!"

Zuo Qiuzhen was filled with grief and indignation, secretly lamenting that even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs!

"If you don't have it, why don't you take this Spirit Gathering Pill? It's a last resort; life and death are in the hands of fate!"

Wang Chao knew that Zuo Qiuzhen was probably nearing his end, but he still took out a Spirit Gathering Pill, not for any other reason than to ease his conscience.

"I'm afraid I won't make it. There are ten mid-grade spirit stones under that brick in the corner. I'll leave them to you."

"I suppose that old bastard Han Dianli has already been killed by you. It's time to unify this No. 3 mining area."

Zuo Qiuzhen was almost amused by Wang Chao's words. It turned out that Wang Chao didn't want to steal the treasure, and he figured that Wang Chao wasn't the kind of person who would stoop to such petty behavior.

"I've heard of this Spirit Gathering Pill before. It's priceless. It would be a waste for a dying man like me to use it."

Zuo Qiuzhen's words revealed a willingness to die, and Wang Chao remained silent after hearing them.

"My heart is set on martial arts, and I will rise to the top with ease. This Spirit Gathering Pill is either for you to take, or I will throw it away and feed it to the dogs."

The dynasty left behind a single word and a single pill, then turned and departed.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Qiuzhen's expression changed. Where did these dogs come from in the No. 3 mining area? They've probably been stewed into soup by now.

In the market, Nangong Qingyu slowly opened the brocade box, inside which were two round, silk-like items. These were not spiritual objects, but merely ordinary items.

However, its texture is soft, silky, and comfortable. What is it? A handkerchief? But why is it connected together with silk thread in the middle?

After picking up the silk item, Nangong Qingyu saw a letter underneath—a love letter? That blockhead, could he really have such thoughts?

I glanced at the envelope; three words were written on it, neatly arranged: "Instructions."

What is the instruction manual? Nangong Qingyu opened the envelope with a lot of doubt. Inside, the purpose of this silk item called "bra" was explained in detail.

After reading it, Nangong Qingyu blushed. Thinking of how Wang Chao had stared at her chest during the auction, Nangong Qingyu wished she could fly to the No. 3 mining area and slap Wang Chao a few times.

"That lecherous man!" Nangong Qingyu thought inwardly, her face flushing red with a hint of shyness.