And now there was also Shiqi acting as a distraction. The black-robed Cultivator, as their opponent, was simply disgusted to the core.
With a forceful blow, he sent Shiqi flying and turned to block Linglong’s attack, only to find that what Linglong slashed was just a bolt of Thunder; her actual body had not appeared.
Where exactly is she… He slashed through the Thunder with his knife, and continuous wind sounds came from behind him again.
One by one, light green Wind Blades tore through the mist, flying toward him in a frontal assault.
Before the Magic Mist closed again, the black-robed Cultivator saw the things launching the attacks—the wolf pack that had surrounded the girl was now standing on the opposite side of him.
This was a shameless sneak attack and a case of the many bullying the few!
His enemies were not one or two, but more than ten!
Quickly retreating to dodge these Wind Blades, and hacking apart those he couldn’t dodge, the black-robed Cultivator had just dealt with the Wind Blade crisis when the aura of a sharp blade came from his side again.
Was it that little Spirit Master with mediocre strength again?
He didn’t think much and slashed toward that direction.
As a result, what rushed out of the mist was not the girl with the Black Sword, but the girl with white hair and golden eyes.
Boom!
The Thunder accumulated on the Ling Sword erupted instantly, sending the unprepared black-robed Cultivator flying.
Thunderlight flowed through all parts of his body, putting him into a paralyzed state where he couldn’t move for a short time.
His opponents would naturally not let him off so easily. Striking while he was down was the correct solution!
While the black-robed Cultivator was still flying in the air, Shiqi had already pounced out, slashing a sword toward his neck.
But no matter how pathetic the black-robed Cultivator was, he was still a Lingwang Realm Cultivator.
Just as Shiqi pounced to his side, the recovered black-robed Cultivator blocked the blade with his knife and then repelled her.
He repelled another attack, but the black-robed Cultivator couldn’t feel satisfied at all because pairs of eerie green eyes had already lit up in the mist.
The wolf pack had also joined the siege against him.
……
“Simply hard to watch. This Ling King is fighting too embarrassingly.”
Hua Jian didn’t directly take part in this siege against the black-robed Cultivator. If she did, things would actually become very simple.
Linglong and Shiqi would distract him, she would pull out Daniu, load an atmospheric bullet, and then—Bang!
The battle would end upon a hit; it was very convenient.
However, Hua Jian saw that the black-robed Cultivator simply didn’t have the strength to force out her ultimate move.
There was no need to waste a Jade Marrow Bullet on this person, as she had fewer and fewer of them.
As for the ordinary mist bullets, using them wouldn’t have much effect.
Those bullets were used to temporarily apply mist effects to a target, and currently, this Cultivator was already surrounded by thick mist.
What would be the point of her firing mist bullets?
Those bullets only came in handy when Hua Jian couldn’t use the Array of Bewilderment.
In a situation like this, their function was the same as a completely unenchanted bullet; they could only be used as hidden weapons, and fragile ones at that.
It was better to let Linglong and Shiqi go up and land a few sword strikes.
“Little sister, can you still talk?”
Since she didn’t need to enter the battle herself, Hua Jian carried the Lingmao and landed beside the terrified girl.
Just as she touched the ground, the Lingmao let out a disgusted meow and jumped directly out of Hua Jian’s arms, running to a tree further away.
Hua Jian could understand the Lingmao’s choice. After all, this surviving girl’s appearance was a bit poor.
After running in the forest for a whole night, there were many traces of mud on her body.
Just now, having been nudged and licked by the wolf pack, she was covered in wolf saliva.
And she herself wasn’t particularly brave. Surrounded by this group of fierce and malevolent wolves, do you think she could withstand such psychological pressure?
That was naturally impossible, so she had been scared into incontinence.
With this appearance, it would be strange if the Lingmao were willing to get close. It liked fragrant girls, not smelly ones.
Even Hua Jian kept a distance from such a girl, unwilling to make direct contact.
“Don’t cry or shout randomly. Don’t blame me if you choke to death later.”
Taking out the Ling Water Pearl given by Linglong from her Storage Pouch, Hua Jian activated the flowing water in the bead, letting it surge toward the girl.
The girl, who had been scared several times in a row, had a small reaction this time.
Perhaps she had accepted her fate; she very submissively let herself be wrapped in the water flow.
After having her body washed by the internal torrent, she finally recovered to a relatively clean state.
Hua Jian waved the now-dirty water flow toward an uninhabited part of the forest.
She couldn’t let this dirty water contaminate the other water in the Ling Water Pearl.
“What is your name, where are you from, and how many companions do you have?”
She walked to the front of the girl and asked.
The girl was still confused about why she was dry after being wrapped in water once.
Hearing Hua Jian’s question, she showed a fearful expression again and recounted everything that happened last night in detail.
No matter how foolish she was, she could see that Hua Jian and the black-robed Cultivator were enemies.
The enemy of an enemy is a friend. She could only have a way to live by believing in Hua Jian.
After listening to the girl’s narration, Hua Jian sighed lightly. It seemed their actions were a bit late after all.
“You said your name is Feng Xiaoyue? Is your village…” Hua Jian had some impression of this girl’s name.
It seemed she was a potential candidate from the village they passed through not long ago.
She had originally thought this child had already met a cruel end at the hands of the Magic Path, but she didn’t expect this child’s luck to be quite good, and she actually survived.
Hearing Hua Jian mention her village, the girl nodded quickly, indicating she was a villager of that village and was indeed taken away by the black-robed Cultivator two days ago.
“Alright, we will take you back to your village later. Just stay here and don’t move around.” Hua Jian nodded.
She probably couldn’t ask more from the girl. Next, she had to dig out the secrets from the black-robed Cultivator.
Taking out the long-unused Daniu from her Storage Pouch, Hua Jian sent an unenchanted Jade Marrow Bullet into the chamber.
That black-robed Cultivator was still struggling desperately. It was time for her to go up and be the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
Turning into the Magic Mist, Hua Jian quietly watched the black-robed Cultivator clumsily parrying the attacks from all directions, once again sighing that a Ling King and a Ling King are indeed different.
Was the weakest Ling King they encountered before this weak?
…It seemed there really was one. In Hua Jian’s memory, the weakest Ling King she had defeated was the Wanhuagu Ling King in the Illusory Dream Flower Secret Realm.
That one truly was defeated by her and Linglong when she wasn’t even an Illusory Dream Flower yet.
Hua Jian didn’t know that the Ling King was hit with every debuff when fighting her; she thought the opponent was truly weak.
But that wasn’t very important. Even with that one at the bottom, currently, the black-robed Cultivator could only rank second to last among the Ling Kings Hua Jian had seen.
He couldn’t even gain a clear advantage in a one-on-one with Linglong in the mist and was suppressed by several Spirit Masters together.
To say he was a Ling King almost seemed like an insult to the term.
Perhaps the gap between a Ling King who had just broken through and a Ling King who had been in the Ling King Realm for a long time was just that large.
“The knife in his hand is quite interesting…” Looking at the black curved blade held by the black-robed Cultivator, Hua Jian’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The reason this black-robed Cultivator could persist for so long after having one arm disabled by Linglong’s sneak attack was largely due to the black curved blade in his hand.
This was perhaps the only Spirit Tool on him that could be associated with the term Ling King.
Several wolves controlled by Hua Jian had been stabbed by this curved blade and had to withdraw from the battle.
Linglong and Shiqi were guarding against this curved blade, which was why they didn’t launch overly aggressive attacks, allowing the black-robed Cultivator to hold on until now.
Realizing the key lay in that knife, Hua Jian changed her aiming target.
Not long after, a bolt of Thunder from Linglong gave her an opportunity to sneak attack.
Taking advantage of the moment the black-robed Cultivator was paralyzed by the Thunder, Hua Jian decisively pulled the trigger, firing her first bullet of the battle.
The bullet’s speed was much faster than a Spirit Master’s.
The black-robed Cultivator, who originally thought he had plenty of time to deal with subsequent attacks, never expected to encounter such an attack.
He was only paralyzed for an instant, but that instant was enough for Hua Jian to seize the opportunity.
Whoosh!
He first felt a pain in his wrist, and only then heard the sound of the bullet tearing through the air.
Being hit like this, his hand holding the knife felt a burst of soreness and numbness. Then, Linglong pounced from behind him, launching a continuous pursuit against him.
This series of attacks made his hand unbearable. After being hit more than ten times consecutively, he finally couldn’t hold the black curved blade, allowing Linglong to knock it flying.
As soon as the curved blade hit the ground, he immediately pounced forward, wanting to pick it up.
But Shiqi, riding a wolf, rushed out of the mist and performed a reckless charge at him, stopping his urgent advance halfway.
Although after this collision, both Shiqi and the wolf she rode lost the chance to pursue, Shiqi didn’t feel this hit was a loss.
She had countless chances to try again, but this black-robed Cultivator had lost his last chance.
The curved blade that fell to the ground had already been locked by Vines and dragged underground.
Unless he dug three feet deep, he shouldn’t dream of snatching the knife back.
Having lost his weapon, he was even more powerless against the siege.
Before long, his thigh was pierced by the sneak-attacking Shiqi’s sword, and his still-movable right hand was bitten off by the pouncing wolf pack.
Finally, Linglong’s sword pierced his abdomen. As Thunder erupted from the sword, the black-robed Cultivator was finally and completely defeated.
The Magic Mist slowly dissipated. Hua Jian put her Spirit Tool back into her Storage Pouch while jogging over in three steps made into two.
“This guy has already killed many children. We can’t let him live.”
Hua Jian was no saint. For a guy like this who was already rotten beyond redemption, in her view, he deserved to die.
Things like handing him over for legal judgment didn’t exist. This world didn’t have so many twists and turns; the Right Path killing the Magic Path was perfectly natural.
Wanhuagu was a special case; they had won the unanimous view of both the Right Path and Magic Path through their long-term performance.
But if they truly got directly involved in these matters, the Right Path wouldn’t go soft either.
As for the one here, it was better not to leave any future troubles.
“I’ll search his soul directly. No objections, right?” Hua Jian reached out her hands and looked to Linglong for an opinion.
If Linglong didn’t want her to search the soul, she wouldn’t.
This time, Linglong didn’t hesitate and directly nodded in agreement with Hua Jian’s request.
“After the search, imprison his Soulforce and hand him over to the Shixiong and Shijie of the Hudaosi to deal with.”
If not for Hua Jian, Linglong would probably choose to directly kill this black-robed Cultivator to prevent future troubles. But who told her she had an all-powerful Hua Jian by her side?
With Hua Jian’s Soulforce imprisonment, she didn’t need to worry at all about the black-robed Cultivator’s violent resistance.
“I knew you’d just order me around. Fine, I’ll imprison his Soulforce.”
Under the terrified gaze of the black-robed Cultivator, slender Xiteng grew from Hua Jian’s palm and pierced toward his head.
When facing bad people, Hua Jian’s movements weren’t so gentle. These Vines not only pierced into the black-robed Cultivator’s ears but also spread in through his nostrils, eyes, and even mouth.
Not only that, some Vines directly pierced into the black-robed Cultivator’s scalp, carving out paths into his brain where none had existed.
Looking at such an eerie and somewhat terrifying scene, the two watching girls had the same thought: Why does Hua Jian look more like a villain?
Although Hua Jian still couldn’t control the spread of the Illusory Dream Flower mist now, she had found another way to use the Illusory Dream Flower’s ability.
It was the current Vine attack. Although the attack range was extremely limited, and she could only deal with one target at a time, requiring the opponent’s Soulforce to be weaker than her own to forcibly open the door and catch them, it was still a bit more useful than the flower mist that dragged people into the small world regardless of friend or foe at the beginning.
This eerie scene lasted for about fifteen minutes before Hua Jian opened her eyes.
Those Xiteng connected to the black-robed Cultivator’s head were not withdrawn into her body.
Instead, they detached from the main Vine she had grown, like little worms completely entering the black-robed Cultivator’s skull.
“Don’t look at me like that; it’s just a backup measure.” Seeing the other two girls’ fearful gazes, Hua Jian quickly explained.
“This way, even if he is rescued by the Magic Path, I have a way to kill him.”
Hua Jian took out a Fragrant Sachet from her pocket and explained the function of those Vines.
Those little guys were equivalent to a dead man’s switch.
Once the black-robed Cultivator didn’t smell the flower fragrance specified by Hua Jian within a certain period, these tiny Vines would crush the black-robed Cultivator’s brain.
This was a fatal blow for low-level Cultivators.
Cultivators who could live without a brain might exist, but it was definitely not this black-robed Cultivator.
“Even though I believe you’re doing a good thing, this scene is still a bit scary.” Shiqi hugged her arms and shivered.
Hua Jian rolled her eyes. “Superficial!”
Judging by appearances is bad, understand? Although my skills each have their own little quirks, they truly are used for good!
“In any case, let’s take him back first. I’ll contact the Shixiong and Shijie of the Hudaosi as soon as possible to have them come and pick him up.”