Earlier, Guiyi Lijiu had said that transplanting the Nether Spring Spiritual Vein would take about two to three hours, so Lin Huanhuan was in no hurry.
‘Wait a while longer, until the laxative takes effect, then make a move!’
Thinking so, Lin Huanhuan simply closed her eyes to rest, while Dong Yuner kept a close eye on everyone else, ready to react if they were ambushed. Ye Jinxiu, meanwhile, could only marvel at how big-hearted they all were.
Perhaps out of concern that any commotion might disturb their Young Master during the transplant of the Nether Spring Spiritual Vein, the members of White Tiger Hall gradually quieted down as well.
Time seemed to stand still, with only the rhythmic sound of breathing echoing in the room, as if playing a melody.
After some time, Lin Huanhuan opened her eyes, a sharp glint flashing within.
‘According to the time Guiyi Lijiu mentioned, it should be about right now. Time to act.’
Lin Huanhuan stood up and stretched wearily. “This lousy chair is really uncomfortable to sleep on. Why is this transplant process taking so long?”
“Forget it, I’m too lazy to wait for him. I’ll leave first. When your Young Master comes out, let him know I’m gone.”
“Alright, Miss Lin, take care.” The members of White Tiger Hall naturally didn’t dare to stop her, quickly responding, and explained that they would stay here to guard the door for their Young Master, so they wouldn’t see her off.
Lin Huanhuan lifted her foot and left. Dong Yuner helped Ye Jinxiu up, following behind her. Their actions were entirely logical.
The moment she stepped across the threshold, Lin Huanhuan paused, looking up at the signboard above, as if reminiscing.
Then she reached into her Qiankun Bag and pulled out a pitch-black iron orb—the Thunderquake Pearl she had bought last time!
Lin Huanhuan smiled faintly and forcefully threw the Thunderquake Pearl inside. “Everyone, here’s another little gift. I hope you enjoy it.”
With that, Lin Huanhuan instantly took out a defensive talisman treasure and activated it without hesitation, quickly retreating together with Dong Yuner and Ye Jinxiu.
“Gift?”
Daoba caught the Thunderquake Pearl with one hand. Looking at the dark little orb in his palm, he felt it was very familiar, but couldn’t quite recall what it was for a moment.
Only when the Thunderquake Pearl suddenly grew hot, its surface cracking with lava-like crimson lines, did his pupils shrink as he finally realized.
“Thunderquake Pearl—damn it!”
He roared with all his might, desperately trying to throw the deadly little orb away, but it was too late.
The people around him reacted quickly as well. They wanted to run, but as soon as they got up, a sharp pain stabbed their stomachs, and it felt as if something mysterious was brewing at their rear. Their legs turned weak and powerless, impossible to keep moving.
In their desperate gazes, the Thunderquake Pearl exploded in an instant.
BOOM——
Daoba, being the closest, was the first to be burned to ash. The others only felt a terrifying heatwave crash over them. Even as they desperately activated their defenses, it still felt as if they would melt away at any moment.
Tongues of fire shot out through doors and windows, raging for several seconds before subsiding, leaving the inside looking like a disaster scene.
Because they were far enough away and had activated their defensive treasures, Lin Huanhuan and the others felt nothing at all. Lin Huanhuan even felt like she was watching a movie.
Right after, Lin Huanhuan took out the rest of her Thunderquake Pearls and tossed them in one by one.
Anyone who’s played games knows—the first grenade is to pin the enemy down, making sure they can’t escape right away. After that, you spam grenades until they’re overwhelmed.
As a former gaming master, Lin Huanhuan knew this well. There was no way she’d save a few spirit stones and leave her enemies in better condition.
When she finally threw the last Thunderquake Pearl, Lin Huanhuan dusted off her hands, still feeling unsatisfied.
“Not bad. Even if they’re not dead, they’re all seriously injured by now. When they come out, it’ll be easy to finish the job.”
‘One Thunderquake Pearl’s blast is about the same as a high-explosive grenade. If you’re prepared and a meter or two away, it can’t instantly kill a late-stage or peak Qi-Refining cultivator, but it’s more than enough to wound them.’
‘That idiot Daoba probably ended up as meat paste after taking one Thunderquake Pearl to the body. The others, with stomach pain slowing them down, should be seriously injured too. I threw five or six in total—at least half of them should be dead, and the rest can’t be in good shape.’
As Lin Huanhuan mused, four or five charred figures staggered out from inside. As soon as they saw her, they began to curse furiously.
“Damn it, you dared to double-cross us? We won’t let you go! Just wait and see!”
“I can’t take it anymore! My best brother died horribly right in front of me, and I was powerless! Let’s rush her together—make her pay!”
“Roarrrrr!”
Those few White Tiger Hall thugs, scorched into charcoal, still had stomachaches, but at this point, they already looked like walking cinders, so they didn’t care anymore. Blinded by rage, they just wanted to vent with blood.
They raised their blades and charged.
“Good timing!”
Lin Huanhuan let out a light laugh, quickly retreating. In her hand appeared her Ink Brush Fan, and with a flick of her slender wrist, three teal wind blades shot forward, slashing toward the charred man in front.
He reacted quickly, dodging the three wind blades with agile movements.
Just as he was about to celebrate, he heard his companion’s urgent cry: “Dodge! Dodge!”
He turned his head abruptly, pupils shrinking in terror, as a wind blade sliced open his throat, smoothly severing his entire head.
His last sight was of his headless body toppling to the ground.
‘If not for the ambush, how could I die so easily?’ With that regret, he sank into darkness.
After instantly killing one, Lin Huanhuan swung her folding fan again, launching several more wind blades that gravely wounded the remaining foes.
Dong Yuner drew a light sword, bent her right leg, and shot forward like an arrow, appearing in front of the enemies in a flash. With a twist of her wrist, her sword traced a luminous white arc before her.
The nearest charred man tried to block with his blade, but with a sharp ‘crack’, his treasured blade shattered like glass, falling to pieces.
Only then did he realize—after being repeatedly scorched by the Thunderquake Pearl’s heatwave, his weapon was already ruined.
A fierce light flashed in Dong Yuner’s eyes as she seized the chance, driving forward with waist and legs in unison. Her right leg, like a spear, jabbed into his throat, shattering it and sending his corpse hurtling backwards, skidding several meters before coming to a stop.
“Huzi!”
The remaining three charcoal men wailed in grief, but no one paid them any mind. Only the unending wind blades and Dong Yuner’s furious attacks provided them with an answer.
As the last of them fell, this meticulously planned assault finally drew to a successful close. Smiles appeared on both Lin Huanhuan and Dong Yuner’s faces.