Chapter 239: A Junior Brother’s Smile Chills the Heart

What was going on? The Twentieth-Leaf rogue cultivator was completely dumbfounded. This little brat from the Taichu Sect wasn’t dead? And at the critical moment, he had killed his companion so easily? This junior, his cultivation wasn’t even at the Tenth-Leaf, was it? But that great ghost he had just released had the killing power of more than twenty leaves.

Fight, or flee? This thought flashed through his mind, and then he gritted his teeth. I’ll kill this little brat first! I don’t believe he can just casually drive that great ghost! If I’m not mistaken, that giant black ghost must be some kind of powerful talisman, a one-time use item. I don’t believe that a Seventh-Leaf disciple of the Taichu Sect could have actually refined such a powerful ghost soldier!

Where did this Qin Haoxuan get such a formidable ghost soldier? Qin Yang and Liao Qiankun looked at each other, exchanging their thoughts on the matter.

“It must be a one-time-use talisman, right?”

“It must be. Otherwise, this would be too heaven-defying…”

After killing his opponent, Qin Haoxuan narrowed his eyes and saw the rogue cultivator attacking again. His right arm trembled, and the Ghost God descended, bursting from his sleeve and transforming into a giant demon, its fist charging straight ahead. How could the Talisman Beast possibly block such power? It was instantly shattered to pieces.

Two! Two ghost soldiers!

In the minds of both the rogue cultivator and Qin Yang, the same curse suddenly erupted: ‘I’m fucked!’

That’s right! How could this be?! A Seventh-Leaf Taichu disciple not only had a great ghost, but… he fucking had two of them! How the hell were they supposed to fight this?

The two ghost soldiers let out a shrill, piercing cry and pounced on the Twentieth-Leaf rogue cultivator. He had only just had time to curse in his heart; his body couldn’t make any other reaction. The ghost soldiers were too fast! Without physical bodies… they could fly at high speed.

Both of Qin Haoxuan’s ghost soldiers had the strength of a Twenty-Fifth-Leaf cultivator. For both of them to attack him at once was equivalent to two experts of that level killing him together. And after being locked onto by them, he felt a bone-chilling cold, his hands and feet no longer obeying his commands.

SPLAT! One ghost soldier smashed the rogue cultivator’s head to pieces, while the other tore out his heart. Red and white gore splattered all over the ground. The scene was bloody and gruesome, too horrible to look at.

This time, although Qin Haoxuan’s sneak attack had failed and he had been counter-attacked, from the moment of his failure to the direct confrontation with the two rogue cultivators, to the use of the Advent of the Ghost God to kill them, it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

With a thought, he recalled the two ghost soldiers and resealed them in his arms. In the eyes of Qin Yang and Liao Qiankun, it looked as if the talisman’s energy had been depleted and the ghosts had naturally disappeared. They could never have imagined that these two ghost soldiers had actually been refined by him and were now sealed back away.

Qin Haoxuan leisurely took the valuables and the identity badges from the two headless corpses.

Qin Yang and Liao Qiankun jumped out from their hiding place, both of their faces dark and grim.

“Junior Brother Qin has impressive methods!” Qin Yang said, his face a picture of bitterness. “To have so many powerful talismans on you, to kill two not-so-weak rogue cultivators in a direct confrontation! By the time we reacted and wanted to help, you had already killed them.”

At this moment, neither of them any longer saw him as a Seventh-Leaf rookie whom they could knead as they pleased. Especially since they didn’t know how many more powerful talismans he had on him, they needed to probe his depths. If he still had more, and they provoked him and then challenged him to a duel, wouldn’t they be asking for humiliation?

Qin Yang forced an ugly smile. “Junior Brother Qin, shall we continue to hunt other rogue cultivators?” His question was meant to probe his bottom line. If he said no, then perhaps he had no more powerful talismans to use as a trump card. In that case, he could consider robbing him and provoking a duel.

Qin Haoxuan, of course, saw that he was being tested. He said without a care, “Continue! Why not continue? The days I’ve spent outside have been too hard. It’s a rare opportunity to make some money; how can I stop now? Kill! Kill until these rogue cultivators no longer dare to cause trouble! I was once a mortal, too! What mortals want most is to live and work in peace, with a wife and children and a warm bed. Now that these rogue cultivators are causing chaos, then we will kill them all!” As he spoke, he even tossed the spoils of war he had just collected.

Qin Yang’s face changed, turning the color of a pig’s liver. “Then let’s continue,” he said.

He and Liao Qiankun exchanged a look. They were both certain that Qin Haoxuan had more than just those two ghost talismans; he must have more. And these talismans must have been given to him by his master, the Hall Master of the Nature Hall, Xuanji. Thinking of the Twenty-Fifth-Leaf ghost soldier sealed within those talismans, Qin Yang couldn’t help but shiver. Such a talisman was too terrifying. It was a good thing he hadn’t provoked him. Otherwise, in a duel, his own head might have been smashed in with a single punch.

Although he didn’t dare to provoke him now, he held onto one belief: he would continue to find other rogue cultivators and let Qin Haoxuan expend his talismans. He didn’t believe he had an infinite supply.

Since he was now thinking of wearing him down, Qin Yang no longer hid their tracks, but he also didn’t dare to walk openly in places where rogue cultivators were likely to appear. So, he led the other two, wandering through some remote areas. After all, there were still some very powerful beings among the rogue cultivators. Although he wanted to exhaust his talismans, he was not willing to risk his own life.

They walked for a full three hours, from morning until afternoon, before they encountered another Fourteenth-Leaf rogue cultivator. Seeing the three of them, especially the auras of Qin Yang and Liao Qiankun, which were strong enough to make him fearful, he turned and ran without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing him flee, Qin Yang had originally wanted to say, “Junior Brother Qin, this one is for you.” But before he could open his mouth, the proactive Qin Haoxuan’s figure had already transformed into a streak of light and shot out. The fleeing rogue cultivator had only taken a few steps before he was caught up.

“So fast!” Qin Yang was once again shocked. He had previously thought Qin Haoxuan only had some treasures, but he never expected his speed to be this fast. He reckoned that even he could not reach such a speed. Speed could indirectly show a cultivator’s physical quality and strength. If what he had shown before was external power, then this was true strength.

After catching up to the Fourteenth-Leaf rogue cultivator, the man immediately turned around, preparing to attack him. Qin Haoxuan unhesitatingly swung his large fist and slammed it into his head. The punch tore through the air with a terrifying whistling sound, as fast as a phantom, unstoppable, and incomparably domineering. In the eyes of Qin Yang and Liao Qiankun, this was not a punch that a Spirit Sprout Realm cultivator could throw.

“That Fourteenth-Leaf rogue cultivator is a dead man,” Qin Yang thought with absolute certainty. He even put himself in his shoes. If he had taken that punch, he would have surely died.

Sure enough, the protective spiritual energy of the rogue cultivator shattered. Qin Haoxuan’s fist, with the force of breaking through bamboo, smashed his protective energy and then his head. This Fourteenth-Leaf rogue cultivator became the fourth headless corpse to die at his hands. From his escape to being caught up, to having his head smashed in, it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

“Fast! So fast!” Qin Yang was dumbfounded, the last bit of wishful thinking in his heart completely shattered. The absolute strength that Qin Haoxuan had displayed had completely intimidated him. At this moment, he no longer dared to provoke him. The favor of an Unsurpassed Purple Seed was precious, but not more precious than his own life.

Even a fool like him could see now that although Qin Haoxuan was only at the Seventh-Leaf, his physical quality, his combat strength, and the trump cards he possessed were definitely stronger than his own, a Twentieth-Leaf cultivator’s. A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. If he were to face him, there would be no way for him to live.

Only at this moment did he understand what a dangerous mission Li Jing had given him. Qin Haoxuan was not a soft persimmon, but a crouching tiger, a ferocious tiger that would eat people at any moment. Recalling the four people he had killed today, all of them had been slain in the blink of an eye, without even having time to react. He finally understood that this was not luck, nor a fluke, but absolute strength, a complete crushing. Qin Haoxuan’s boasts were not the ramblings of a madman, but a genuine contempt, a true confidence.

He sucked in a cold breath. The gaze he now directed at Qin Haoxuan was filled with fear. This is the god of death, a god of death who kills without blinking an eye. And what’s more terrifying is that I actually wanted to plot against him. Waves of fear washed over him. He even felt his hands and feet go soft, his whole body turning cold, his back drenched in a cold sweat.

If the Twentieth-Leaf Qin Yang was so frightened, then the Fifteenth-Leaf Liao Qiankun was even more so. He reckoned that if he were to face him in a direct confrontation, he wouldn’t even have a chance to run before he was killed just as cleanly, becoming another headless corpse.

“Well, he was really weak,” Qin Haoxuan sighed deeply.

Covered in blood, he did not rush to pick up the spoils of war but turned his head and gave Qin Yang and Liao Qiankun a gentle smile. The sight of him, who had just smashed a rogue cultivator’s head in, suddenly turning and smiling, his face still splattered with dots of blood, yet looking so calm and natural, frightened the two of them so much they stumbled back several steps.