“Pfft…”
Ye Fan’s movements slowed, and he was struck by Lu Ming’s Weapon Vault once more. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening significantly.
He had to run. If he didn't, there was a very high chance he would be smashed to death again.
Damned mortal! Once he got out of here, he would definitely increase his cultivation as quickly as possible and kill him.
Having made up his mind, Ye Fan spat out a mouthful of essence blood, preparing to use a secret technique to escape.
As for Jiang Xueqing, he could only offer his silent condolences. The only pity was that he hadn't asked her for some pills beforehand, which would now benefit that damned mortal.
When Lu Ming saw Ye Fan spitting out essence blood, he immediately grew anxious. This guy was spitting blood voluntarily; it was definitely the rhythm of someone about to make a run for it!
With that thought, Lu Ming exerted sudden force, managing to hit Ye Fan with the Weapon Vault just before the secret technique could be activated.
Then, the moment the Weapon Vault was lifted, he performed a Hungry Tiger Pounce, lunging forward to grab hold of Ye Fan.
Regardless of what secret technique the guy used or where he ran, he was taking Lu Ming with him!
He absolutely had to kill this guy today. After all, the man was filled with murderous intent toward him.
Plus, the guy’s flashy appearance gave Lu Ming a strange feeling. A person who could break through to the Foundation Establishment stage just by taking a few steps was a protagonist who put a lot of pressure on him.
Furthermore, this guy’s sect was one of the three major sects of the Eastern Province—an organization so powerful that a stomp of their feet would make the entire province tremble.
Thinking about his own sect… actually, it was better not to think about it. The more he thought, the more he felt this guy deserved to die.
This person's talent was simply too heaven-defying. He had to die, or Lu Ming wouldn't even be able to sleep peacefully.
So, Lu Ming held Ye Fan tight, his fists as big as sandbags swinging so fast they created afterimages.
“Bang! Bang!”
He directed a frantic barrage of blows straight at Ye Fan’s head.
After using the secret technique, Ye Fan should have been able to teleport a certain distance. However, because he was carrying Lu Ming, the teleportation failed completely.
A moment later, blood began to pour incessantly from his mouth. The backlash from the secret technique had arrived.
At that moment, Lu Ming’s fists became even more ferocious.
“Bang, bang… squelch, squelch…”
With bloodshot eyes, Lu Ming pinned Ye Fan down, delivering punch after punch. Every blow hit home.
“I’ll fucking hammer you to death… hammer you to death!”
As Ye Fan lost consciousness, only one thought remained in his mind.
He was a magnificent Immortal Emperor of his generation, an unparalleled genius. Why had he died at the hands of the same person twice?
The moment Ye Fan’s consciousness vanished, a halo that no one else could see, inscribed with the word “Protagonist,” disappeared into the void along with his soul.
Deep within Lu Ming’s sea of consciousness, the halo labeled “Protagonist Stepping Stone” throbbed with excitement.
At this moment, the light emanating from it deepened in color, turning a dark, deep yellow.
Meanwhile, within the Xuanmo Sect of the Northern Province on the Xuantian Continent…
Inside a seclusion chamber, a demonic-looking man dressed in black and covered in blood, named Ye Fan, suddenly snapped his eyes open. He had just been lifeless moments before.
The instant he opened his eyes, a monstrous killing intent flooded the room.
“That mortal… he deserves to die!”
“Pfft…”
The agitated Ye Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. He then realized that the original owner of this body seemed to have died from qi deviation.
At the same time, a flicker of confusion crossed his mind. Why was it that every time he died, he could be reborn by possessing another body?
Did this mean he could be reborn every time he died?
As soon as this thought appeared, a premonition of doom followed. Clearly, that was not the case. Although he could be reborn, he obviously didn't have infinite refills. This was very likely his last chance.
He had to cherish his life and strive to stay alive.
…
“Boom… crackle… crash!”
Just as Ye Fan drew his last breath and while Lu Ming was still frantically swinging his fists, dark clouds suddenly roiled in the sky without warning.
Purple-gold heavenly lightning, carrying a power capable of destroying heaven and earth, crashed down toward Lu Ming! It looked as though it wouldn't be satisfied until it had blasted Lu Ming to pieces.
“Holy crap!”
Lu Ming cried out in shock. Without time to think, he directly pulled the corpse out of his storage bag and threw it over his head.
“Grandfather, save me!”
“Boom! Crackle, pop!”
The heavenly lightning struck violently. As the electricity coursed through, the clothes on the corpse were blasted into scorched rags, and wisps of green smoke rose from it.
Looking at the pathetic state of the corpse, whose clothes were now little more than shredded strips, Lu Ming spoke with a hint of embarrassment.
“Grandfather, thank you for saving my life. I have no way to repay you, so I can only… keep you by my side to show my filial respect.”
“Grandfather, don't worry. I'm rich now. When we get back, I’ll buy you some new clothes.”
Lu Ming muttered as he stowed the corpse away. He had originally planned to find an auspicious burial site for the old man after returning. Now, he decided not to bury him. Grandfather probably enjoyed being a protective magical artifact.
But why had he been struck again? He hadn't even done anything bad!
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened. Could it be that Huang Tianbao’s special skill had been activated?
After arriving at the imperial mausoleum and seeing the grave of Huang Tianbao’s father, Lu Ming remembered that the man had been killed by a bolt from the blue.
Could he be in the same situation? Was the reason he was struck in the secret realm last time not because he had pried open the old man’s coffin, but because of Huang Tianbao?
The more Lu Ming thought about it, the more he felt it was a possibility.
But it was fine; he could handle it. If the heavens wanted to strike him, then let them strike.
“Eldest Senior Brother, is this person dead?”
“Woof! Woof!”
Just then, the voices of Huang Tianbao and Big Yellow rang out. Lu Ming turned his head and saw them both running toward him.
Then, he looked at the lifeless Ye Fan and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Finally dead! This guy was way too hard to kill!
He collected the storage bag from Ye Fan’s waist and stood up unsteadily.
Huang Tianbao quickly stepped forward to support him, asking worriedly, “Eldest Senior Brother, are you all right?”
“Woof! Woof?” Big Yellow also stared at Lu Ming tensely.
Lu Ming waved a hand. “I'm fine, just exhausted.”
Even with the trumpet-shaped dantian, killing Ye Fan had still consumed a great deal of his energy. Lu Ming had worked particularly hard during that final close-quarters struggle.
“By the way, what about that Yin Spirit Flower?”
Hearing Lu Ming’s question, Huang Tianbao scratched his head awkwardly. “It… it ran into my body!”
Lu Ming was stunned. Could a spiritual herb actively run into a person’s body?
Huang Tianbao then explained the process of harvesting the Yin Spirit Flower. It turned out that while Lu Ming was fighting Ye Fan, Big Yellow had also been fighting that woman.
Huang Tianbao had taken the opportunity to run straight to the Yin Spirit Flower. However, the moment his fingers made contact with it, the white flower with black edges suddenly flashed with light.
It transformed into a streak of eerie light and whoosh—it drilled directly into his body, leaving not even a speck behind.
At the same time, Huang Tianbao felt an icy numbness at his fingertip. That chill surged through his meridians and spread across his entire body. And then… nothing happened.
“So how do you feel now?” Lu Ming asked, sizing up Huang Tianbao.
“I don't…” Huang Tianbao shook his head blankly. He really didn't feel anything at all!
“As long as you don't feel unwell, it's fine. When we get back, we’ll have the Grand Elder and the others take a look, or we’ll look for information on the Yin Spirit Flower.”
After saying that, Lu Ming turned to Big Yellow. “Is that woman dead?”
“Woof! Woof!” Big Yellow nodded in agreement and then handed over a storage bag.
Lu Ming reached out, took it, and tucked it into his robes.
“Good. We need to leave quickly. Since someone from the Haoran Sect died, people might come looking for trouble soon.”
With that, the three of them quickly returned to the place where they had first jumped in.
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