Gong Qiming reluctantly closed his mouth, seeing the embroidered ball about to hit his face, he finally pulled out a United Hearts Knot from his body.
The United Hearts Knot was shot out.
It hit the embroidered ball right on.
The resentment from the embroidered ball seemed to have met its nemesis and was broken layer by layer, until it almost became an ordinary embroidered ball in front of Gong Qiming.
Gong Qiming caught it with one hand, "Once I catch it, it’s mine!"
Hua Miaofu was furious to death, attempting to activate the embroidered ball, only to find that the connection between her and the Magic Artifact had been completely severed.
Just having fallen into the opponent’s hand, all traces were erased.
Hua Miaofu was both annoyed and shocked, abruptly slamming the table, various messy crystal ornaments ferociously flying towards Gong Qiming and Yan Sinian.
As an Artifact Refiner who is always sought after, Hua Miaofu also had quite a business mind.
Over the years she had dealt with countless evil cultivators.
Her rule had always been to barter, thus she had accumulated quite a few items which surprised even Gong Qiming.
"Damn, don’t let me catch you, or I’ll definitely commit murder for loot," Gong Qiming’s eyes reddened with envy.
These days, the Righteous Path is not as good as the Evil Path.
Even he, a big star, hadn’t collected any good fun stuff, so poor all he had left was money.
Various Magic Artifacts crisscrossed the area, Yan Sinian’s Sword Qi was imposing, though most were gathered by the Rusty Sword, still he could easily handle ordinary Magic Artifacts.
Gong Qiming was like a thief entering a treasure mountain, grabbing one after another, arms filled with Magic Artifacts, determined to clear out all of Hua Miaofu’s inventory.
But this gave Hua Miaofu a moment to catch her breath, as a Tarot Card slipped from her sleeve.
The Tarot Card flipped over, it was the inverted Death God.
Hua Miaofu let out a sigh of relief, her Cultivation Base suddenly increased, and she ran full speed toward the inner room, jumping out through the open window.
Gong Qiming saw this and burst into rage, couldn’t help but curse, "Damn, damn, damn, have you no shame, still using Western things, this is disrespecting China’s traditional culture, I must properly educate you today."
The young man temporarily threw the Magic Artifacts he had just collected on the floor, chasing after her with the greatest speed.
Yan Sinian glanced at the buzzing Rusty Sword, a Sword Qi brutally slashed towards it.
Gong Qiming’s voice came back.
"Damn, you fancy this thing too?"
Yan Sinian didn’t reply; the priority was to chase after Hua Miaofu, splitting the loot would come later.
Luckily, Gong Qiming had arranged a Magic Array in the alley behind the shop early on; Hua Miaofu stepped into it and felt as if she had plunged into fog.
She gritted her teeth, finally made up her mind, and reluctantly threw out a plaque toward the two pursuing men.
A profound sense of dizziness suddenly hit them; Gong Qiming didn’t forget to explain even at such a critical moment.
"This is the formation of the Hundred Ghosts Banner, damn, how many lives did this cost?"
When Yan Sinian and Gong Qiming finally got free, Hua Miaofu had already disappeared without a trace.
Only the plaque she had just thrown lay lonely on the ground.
Gong Qiming picked it up and saw three big characters on it—Tianhe Association.
"What is this? Sounds like some cult organization."
Yan Sinian replied coldly, "Is this what you call delaying?"
"Hey, you’re not going to try to shift the blame onto me, are you? Can you blame me? If you have to blame someone, blame yourself, isn’t your Sword Qi supposed to be the most effective against evil cultivators? Why didn’t it work today? Don’t tell me it’s because she targeted you; it’s your fault for carelessly revealing your identity too soon. Look at how low-key I am, and I have no problems."
Yan Sinian, frustrated, wondered why Gong Qiming was such a chatterbox. If he cut him down with one sword, could the Supernatural Management Bureau clean up after him?
Suddenly, Gong Qiming felt a chill at the back of his neck; his cultivator’s instinct finally made him change the subject.
"Not sure where that woman escaped to, shall we chase after her?"
Yan Sinian shook his head, "She was already prepared; we won’t catch up. Acting rashly now might hurt innocent bystanders."
Although Gong Qiming felt regret, he could only head back home.
"Forget it, she doesn’t have any Magic Artifacts now, and her own Cultivation Base is even weaker than my junior sister. We just need to be a bit more careful later, and there shouldn’t be any problems." Gong Qiming said in a fatherly tone, "When a child grows up, it’s time to let go and let her face the storms on her own."
However, Gong Qiming and Yan Sinian were unaware that Hua Miaofu had fled all the way to a villa area.
She was severely injured all over her body, had been forcing herself to keep going, but could walk no further when she reached there, and could only rest in the bushes for a moment.
She silently prayed not to be discovered.
"Strange, what’s that sound?"
The sleep-poor Li Ruyun pushed open the window, and found herself face-to-face with Hua Miaofu.