The youth emerged from beneath the water with his head poking up.
His eyes held a trace of lingering fear. Although he had long predicted that the idiot would surely not be able to resist the temptation to investigate, he never imagined that the man would set it off right then and there; he thought the man would at least struggle a bit.
It seems the allure of a Magic Treasure is even greater than he had imagined.
If you try, as in some god-awful drama, to fling yourself flat on the ground, the ultimate result would be...
No visible wounds on the outside, but internal organs would be reduced to mush; standing up straight might even have a higher chance of survival than lying down.
Climbing onto the shore, even underwater, one could feel the ground shake. Looking toward the violently churned soil not far away, he caught a glimpse of the paper tiger inhabited by a spirit, and the result was as he expected.
Without the support of Spiritual Energy, it was blown to bits and pieces.
In Liu Tangxi’s opinion, the row of "Ruyi Jingu Bang" that Jiang Feng displayed on his bookshelf had some actual power in their despicable tricks.
Yes, to elicit from Liu Xianzi the comment that they had some power.
As one of the insiders, Jiang never avoided making these things in front of his elder martial sister. They were nothing but simple chemical reactions. People of this era might have developed gunpowder for fireworks, but nobody had yet tried to mix these substances with potassium nitrate and sugar to cook.
Although each time Liu Tangxi saw Jiang Feng not focusing on cultivation, but instead toiling away in the backyard with a pot of sticky, stinking liquid, she never blamed or advised against it. On the contrary, she even encouraged her junior brother to delve into those things.
Realm doesn’t equate to strength, a point she emphasized multiple times. The overall improvement of one’s strength always needs to be accompanied by development in various aspects, whether it be skills, weapons, Magic Treasures, or an unexpected ace up your sleeve...
Take, for example, the gaunt man lying motionless in the crater—a classic example of not using one’s brain. From Jiang Feng’s perspective, this top-grade Foundation Establishment man wasn’t even as good as mid-grade Foundation Establishment Wu Daoxu. During his fight with Wu Daoxu, he wasn’t given such an opportunity.
No wonder Wen Juan is so obsessed with the eldest senior brother, a 30-some-year-old mid-grade Foundation Establishment cultivator with outstanding strength, a desirous target anywhere.
Amidst the dirt still smoking, a charred body lay facedown, completely still. And the body was incomplete; from a distance, one could even see a severed palm and a forearm, while the right leg seemed to have been blown away to who knows where.
The concept of firearms and Detonators are completely different; the former could at best be considered a slightly more powerful weapon, maybe enough to deal with someone at Wang Qi’s level of Body Refining, but the latter...
Like I’ve said, my house has already been sent to the heavens by my elder martial sister.
"Looks like he’s dead for sure."
Taking large strides, he walked straight over, but a flicker of surprise passed through the youth’s eyes. He kept silent, showing no reaction. Having absolute confidence in the chemical product he painstakingly created over three grueling days, he reached out—
—stopping less than a meter away from that body and then squatting down.
After a careful look, the youth’s eyes brightened. Although Wu Fangsheng’s right hand had been blown off, his left hand was intact, only slightly charred, especially as it was still clutching a Longsword.
Most Cultivators, more or less, possess a treasure sword of their own, even if they are not too familiar with Swordsmanship, as it’s considered the most convenient mode of transport. Sword Flight is certainly much more convenient than stepping on a long spear.
He stretched out his hand intending to take it, but in the moment right before the youth was about to touch it—
Playing dead on the ground, Wu Fangsheng suddenly lashed out.
"You little beast, die!"
The Longsword swept upward from below, and with that roar, anyone else would probably be startled into submission by such a simple trick.
The youth merely extended his hand and lightly grabbed the flying sword, which was of not too shabby quality, probably even better than the dagger in his hand, a good piece indeed.
Staring dumfounded at the youth before him, the ferocity on his face turned to slackness. When did this little beast become so formidable?
To catch my sword with bare hands? Was he feigning incompetence all this time? No, the Spiritual Energy he exuded was indeed that of Qi Refinement, the seventh level, no mistake.
The youth simply sat and sighed, looking at Wu Fangsheng with a measure of sympathy. From the moment the latter appeared before him, he had already laid out a series of subsequent plans.
Why was he able to pinpoint others’ weaknesses so accurately?
Because of the difference in information.
The Demon Night True Monarch... No, the Serpent sleeping within him constantly needs to devour other souls, hence he could glimpse the memories within their souls.
In Wen Juan’s memories, this great-uncle was a man with mediocre talent, obsessed with achieving Core Formation, greedy by nature, somewhat resentful about the master passing a Magic Treasure to the eldest senior brother, and humanity, after all, often has its weaknesses.
"Buddy, stop pretending, just cough it out if you need to."
Casually gripping the blade without any technique, simply using Spiritual Energy to coat his hands; there was only one reason he could catch a blade barehanded.
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He tossed out another light comment,
Even grasping the blade effortlessly, he pulled the Longsword from Wu Fangsheng’s hand.
He tried to grab it, but the action caused his expression to twist with pain and his eyes to turn bloodshot. The burning sensation inside made him cough violently.