31: Chapter 31 Bright Things

"12th Level of Qi Refining?"

Chen Fan's eyes widened, and he gasped, truly unable to understand why Lu Fushuang would have such an enemy.

"Devil Head, the feud of destroying my Family, I will not share the same sky with you."

Lu Fushuang's face showed a look of anger. She performed a series of hand seals, and over a hundred Talismans continuously circled around her, emitting a golden light.

"I didn't expect that after all these years, your skill in the Way of Talismans has improved again. However, this day next year will be your death anniversary."

Just as the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator finished speaking, Lu Fushuang pointed a finger, and the hundred-plus Talismans roared away, blotting out the sky.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Huge explosive sounds rang out continuously, and the entire ground shook.

However, when the smoke cleared, the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator let out a sharp laugh.

It turned out the opponent had been prepared long ago; a defensive Magic Treasure easily blocked it.

"It's useless. In the future, just obediently be my Cauldron!"

"Hmph, daydreaming."

Lu Fushuang slapped her Storage Pouch and summoned another hundred-plus Talismans.

"Go!"

After a low shout, the Talismans flew off rapidly, and even more powerful explosive sounds soon rang out.

Chen Fan stared intently at the two fighting. His thoughts turned; since he couldn't escape anyway, he might as well stake everything on one throw.

Taking advantage of the moment the Talismans exploded, he performed a series of hand seals and directly summoned his Medium Grade Flying Sword.

A fierce sword momentum was hidden behind the Talismans, emitting a huge sword hum as it struck hard against the opponent's defensive barrier.

With a "bang," a voice filled with shame and anger came from the smoke.

It turned out the defensive barrier had suddenly shattered, causing flesh wounds.

"Brat, you dare to use such tricks?"

The Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator flickered, heading straight towards Chen Fan.

The two blood blades he summoned were extremely fast, carving a streak of red light through the air.

Chen Fan's face showed bitterness. Just as he was preparing to summon a Low Grade defensive Magic Treasure, Lu Fushuang flew over and rapidly cast a Medium Grade Vajra Talisman.

With a "hum," a golden, flowing light bell quickly enveloped the two of them, forcibly blocking the two incoming blood-colored flying blades.

Over these years, Lu Fushuang had accumulated quite a few Talismans. She performed hand seals with both hands and rapidly cast the lightning Talismans in her hands.

"Crackle, crackle!"

Bolts of thunder struck towards the opponent. Although there was a gap in their Realms, the large number of Talismans in her hands made the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator extremely wary.

Chen Fan understood that today's battle was a fight to the death. He also pulled out multiple Talismans from his Storage Pouch and threw them all out at once.

At the same time, he secretly transmitted his voice: "Fellow Daoist Lu, this person's strength is powerful. In a moment, I will hand over the Medium Grade Magical Artifact soul-extinguishing awl for you to use."

Lu Fushuang remained calm and nodded slightly.

"What are you two discussing? I didn't expect this brat to actually have a Medium Grade Flying Sword. This trip was truly worth it."

While he was talking to himself, Lu Fushuang threw out another pile of Talismans. After being activated, they transformed into bolts of Flying Swords.

"Unreasonable! How many more do you have in your hands?"

After a few rounds of fighting, the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator became somewhat ashamed and angry.

He slapped his Storage Pouch and summoned a black ghost-headed broadsword.

After injecting magic power, the skull on it buzzed, emitting streaks of black mist and making sounds like a baby.

It then transformed into multiple phantoms, blocking the surrounding sword Talismans.

"Devil Head, I have prepared quite a few things for you over these years. Look at this, what is it?"

Lu Fushuang stopped using Talismans, slapped her Storage Pouch, and summoned a black soul banner.

She cast a drop of essence blood, chanted words, and souls rapidly flew out from all around.

"Ah! This object is mine! You are not allowed to use it!" The Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator was greatly shocked, a look of heartache appearing on his face. Facing the wandering soul attack, he had to summon his own soul banner.

Chen Fan frowned slightly; he hadn't expected Lu Fushuang to also be able to use this kind of Demonic Path Magical Artifact.

This battle was an eye-opener; the power of the Demonic Path Cultivator's Magical Artifacts was much greater than he had imagined.

"However, this person's strength is too powerful. To win, I must sneak attack." Chen Fan pondered secretly, and while the two were fighting, he silently cast the Flying Cloud Needle.

"Ah!"

The Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator felt a piercing pain in his head, but his cultivation level was extremely high, and he immediately used his magic power to force it out.

However, right at this moment, a sound of breaking through the air whistled over.

It turned out Lu Fushuang had seized the opportunity and suddenly summoned the Medium Grade Magical Artifact soul-extinguishing awl that Chen Fan had given her.

In her hands, the power this object unleashed was extremely strong. The soul-extinguishing awl transformed into a bolt of lightning, entering through his head.

A scream rang out, and the Black-Clad Demonic Cultivator fell heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, his face full of unwillingness and disbelief.

"He's dead?" Chen Fan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Lu Fushuang nodded slightly, waved her long sleeves, and withdrew the defensive Talismans.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, she sighed faintly. Her expression was unclear whether it was joy or sorrow, and she kicked the corpse hard.

Right at this moment, a strange thing happened. The sound of a pill bottle breaking came from underfoot, and then a pink mist drifted out.

"What is this?" Chen Fan was startled and retreated repeatedly.

And Lu Fushuang, standing in front of the corpse, turned pale, immediately realizing something was wrong.

However, before she had even taken a few steps after turning around, she couldn't stand steadily, becoming unsteady.

"Aphrodisiac?"

Just as he had guessed in his heart, Lu Fushuang's face turned red, and her eyes became unfocused.

Although she used strong magic power to suppress it, the more she did so, the faster the poison took effect.

"Fellow Daoist Lu?" Chen Fan's expression was anxious; he stepped forward and hurriedly supported her.

"This is a Demonic Path aphrodisiac. To detoxify, we can only do that." Lu Fushuang's face showed bitterness, looking helpless.

After speaking, she cast a defensive Talisman, enveloping the two of them within it.

Chen Fan was only at the 7th Level of Qi Refining; if he hadn't Cultivated the Tyrant Body Technique, he wouldn't have been able to handle it at all.

Who knows how much time had passed; by the time the two woke up, it was already the next day.

Lu Fushuang frowned, quickly got dressed, and finally sighed faintly.

She didn't loathe him; she just felt that things had been too sudden.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, since this matter has already happened, I will take responsibility." Chen Fan said, feeling somewhat guilty.

"My enemies are Demonic Path Cultivators; they will come again in the future. Associating with me will only bring trouble upon yourself." Lu Fushuang shook her head slightly, appearing extremely melancholic.

"So what? As long as we seize the time to improve our strength, what is there to fear even if a Foundation Establishment Demonic Cultivator comes in the future?"

"Is that so?" Lu Fushuang smiled happily upon hearing this. "Let's go. This place is not suitable for a long stay; we should leave as soon as possible."

Lu Fushuang lived in a separate courtyard in the market. Now that the two had engaged in that kind of relationship, things were rather ambiguous, and she didn't avoid taking him along.

"In one month, come here to find me. This kind of aphrodisiac is stronger than I imagined."

Lu Fushuang's words were soft, and her face was somewhat flushed.

Chen Fan nodded solemnly, though in his heart he was wondering if he could get her pregnant. If he could become Dao Companions with such a female Cultivator, that wouldn't be bad at all.

She was a rare Talisman Master; if he wanted to establish a powerful Cultivation Family in the future, she would definitely be a good helpmate.