69: Chapter 69 You Don't Have Martial Morality

The expression on Ning Chuan's face suddenly changed.

Fear and panic receded like the tide, replaced by an icy calmness.

"Merely at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, yet you dare to act presumptuously in front of this old man. Brat, although this Physical Body of yours is a bit lacking, today this old man shall make an exception to take over—"

His words stopped abruptly.

A streak of crimson-gold sword light had already slashed onto his freshly raised arm.

That sword light was fast to the extreme, fast to the point that his blood fiendish Qi hadn't had time to condense into a defense, fast to the point that his pupils hadn't had time to contract.

The sword light cut in from his right shoulder and sliced out from his left rib, hacking his entire person diagonally into two halves.

When his upper and lower body separated, the expression on his face was still frozen in that ferocious grin.

"Old fellow, was it you squatting inside this body just now?" Wang Shouren stood before him, a longsword condensed from crimson-gold thunder light in his hand pointing obliquely at the ground, blood beads still rolling along the blade.

"You... You do not play by the rules... I was not ready yet." Ning Chuan's upper body fell backward into a pool of blood, his aged eyes widened round, his lips moving as he squeezed out the last few words.

When did he discover it?

"What kind of god of slaughter did the Ning Family invite? Even if he discovered it, shouldn't he be a bit curious?"

Wang Shouren did not wait for him to finish speaking; turning his hand with a sword strike, he lopped off his head.

A ball of dark red light flew out from the head, fleeing in a panic toward the depths of the dense forest, its speed as fast as a blood-colored meteor.

Yet he didn't expect Wang Shouren's thunder technique to be even faster, a streak of purple lightning arriving in a flash.

"Ah! Brat, you wait for me, I will definitely kill you, Blood Escape Secret Art!!!"

Just as he was about to pursue again, a painful groan rang out from behind.

Wang Shouren's eyes narrowed slightly, the black lotus between his brows flashing for a moment before stopping.

He did not pursue, but instead began to check Wang Qingyan's injuries.

"Although the external injuries are heavy, they can be saved, but these Dantian and Meridians are damaged."

The injuries were even more severe than he imagined. With so many injuries, how did Wang Qingyan manage to stay awake? He couldn't help but gasp coldly.

He hurriedly fished out healing Medicinal Pills from his storage ring and had Wang Qingyan take them first.

Wang Qingyan felt slightly better then, but the physical pain was far less than the agony brought by the complete loss of cultivation. She tried hard to lift her head, a trace of sorrow surfacing in her eyes, which she quickly concealed.

"Shouren, do not worry about me. Being able to live is already satisfying enough. Was the one who just fled a remnant soul? Shouren, kill him!"

By the end, the hatred was almost overflowing. Her injuries were aggravated, and Wang Qingyan let out a cry of pain.

"Sister Qingyan, do not get excited yet, otherwise aggravating the injuries will be troublesome. As for that remnant soul, you can rest assured, at such a slow speed he cannot run far."

Wang Shouren still had confidence in pursuing that old monster. He hurriedly searched for a relatively clean and tidy house in this place, then sat cross-legged to heal Wang Qingyan.

Wang Qingyan tried her best to drag the trace of meager spiritual power remaining in her body to cooperate with Wang Shouren in treating the injuries. However, her Meridians were broken, and blood fiendish Qi was constantly eroding them. A slight movement of her body made her tremble uncontrollably.

"Shouren, I am already a useless person, you do not need to waste your magic power."

"Sister, say a few words less." Wang Shouren did not raise his head, his fingers still steadily pressing on her wrist pulse, channeling a gentle surge of thunder spiritual power into her Meridians, carefully bypassing those fractured Meridians and clearing away the remaining blood fiendish Qi in her body inch by inch.

These blood fiendish Qi were like maggots on rotting bones, extremely difficult to clear, and this thing seemed to have a life of its own, automatically drilling into the flesh and blood whenever it was cleared. If one wasn't careful, it would cause the injuries to worsen.

Therefore, it consumed an immense amount of mental energy and magic power, which was why Wang Qingyan wanted to make him give up.

"I will pretend I never heard these words. Besides, that would mean not acknowledging me as your relative."

"You..." Wang Qingyan's lips moved slightly, her throat feeling as though it was blocked by something.

In her entire life, she rarely shed tears in front of others. Facing the Ning Family forcing a marriage, she was utterly unflinching. When her Dantian was destroyed and her cultivation completely lost, she did not cry either.

But at this moment, Wang Shouren crouched beside her, covered in sweat, speaking nonsense that allowed for no negotiation, yet her eye sockets suddenly grew hot.

"Having a Family, it's really good."

They will not treat you as discarded waste just because your Aptitude is low, nor because you have been reduced to a useless person.

She turned her head away, burying her face in the wrapped outer robe, not wanting Wang Shouren to see those few scalding drops sliding down the corner of her eyes.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qingyan's injuries finally stabilized. Those blood fiendish Qi, having been scoured by his thunder spiritual power, were also cleared by ten to twenty percent.

Raising his head to look at Wang Qingyan, seeing that she could no longer endure and had fallen asleep, Wang Shouren took off his own outer robe and draped it over Wang Qingyan.

In the distance, a familiar aura was rapidly approaching. "Shouren, Qingyan, where are you??"

Wang Shouren's entire energy was focused on Wang Qingyan; he wouldn't go out to greet them at all, directly raising his hand to throw a Fireball technique into the sky.

"Boom." The fireball smashed through the roof and exploded violently right in midair.

"Shouren, you are here. This... what happened to Qingyan?"

After landing, Wang Chongyang first saw Wang Shouren in the room, then his gaze fell upon Wang Qingyan lying on the bed. Seeing Wang Qingyan's pale complexion, Wang Chongyang also became anxious.

Besides Wang Chongyang, County Magistrate Hu Shan also arrived right behind.

Hu Shan did not follow Wang Chongyang to fly toward the wooden house; his escaping light descended at the mountain col, landing beside several desiccated corpses.

Five Mortals: an old farmer lay flat on his back on the ridge of the field, a woman fell forward by the threshold, and a half-grown child curled up beside the firewood pile. Their entire body's essence blood had been sucked completely dry, their skin clinging tightly to their bones, and their eye sockets sunken into two dark holes.

He squatted down, flipping open the collar at the old farmer's neck. An extremely fine blood hole came clearly into view, its edges gleaming with dark red scabs, as if something had pierced the blood vessels from the inside.

His expression grew increasingly unsightly, shifting between light and dark.

In another half a year, his term of office would expire. Having merits in recommending Tian Zhen and with prosperous taxes under his rule, he could be promoted as an inner Sect deacon upon returning to the Sect.

But right at this critical juncture, a murder case of an evil cultivator harming people occurred within his jurisdiction.

According to the Sect's requirements, if an evil cultivator injured someone within a magistrate's jurisdiction, the light punishment would be a fine of salary and demotion, and the heavy punishment would be collective incrimination and accountability.

What merit in recommendation, what stability under his rule—before the havoc wreaked by an evil cultivator, it was all utter bullshit.

His years of hard work were probably going to go down the drain.

Hu Shan turned over the corpses with a gloomy face, his gaze suddenly freezing.

Not far away, there were also two sections of a corpse, upper and down body separated, the cross-section as neat as if sliced by a blade, blood splashing all over the ground.

He walked over quickly, turning the corpse over. That face with eyes wide open in death was precisely Ning Chuan.

His red hair was disheveled, his eyeballs popped wide open, and his face still retained the shock and unwillingness from that final moment before death.

"Ning Chuan? Why is he here? How did Wang Qingyan's incident get involved with him? Whatever, dead is dead, as long as I catch the evil cultivator I won't be in trouble."

Hu Shan abruptly stood up, about to fly toward the wooden house, but saw Wang Chongyang already walking out of the house, his expression as gloomy as water.

The old man raised his hand and waved it, four Formation Flags dropping into the four corners of the wooden house, a light cyan light curtain enveloping the entire room within.

Wang Shouren followed behind Wang Chongyang, the white clothes on his body still stained with Wang Qingyan's blood.

"There is no need to look." Wang Chongyang's voice was aged and heavy, his gaze falling upon the two sections of Ning Chuan's corpse as if looking at a pile of garbage, "This Ning Chuan is an evil cultivator."