Chapter 311: Revenge Doesn

“Ninth Grandpa, can you run?” Though Feng Xue appeared absurdly nonsensical, Deng Girl could deeply sense that his current state was utterly different from just minutes ago.

If the earlier Feng Xue had seemed like a rookie wielding a deadly weapon, this one was a seasoned cultivator who had endured a hundred battles.

Not to mention the surging, overwhelming aura of votive power emanating from him.

“It seems you guessed wrong—this kid’s lineage and personal strength are both far from ordinary.” Ninth Grandpa did not directly answer Deng Girl’s question; instead, he took control of her vocal cords and spoke through her throat in a cloying, sweet tone:

“Um… I was wrong about this. Can we make peace?”

“Ninth Grandpa!” Deng Girl was stunned that Ninth Grandpa had surrendered so instantly—she herself hadn’t expected it, and Feng Xue certainly hadn’t either. He froze slightly, instinctively weighing the pros and cons.

Yet in that instant of his distraction, a torrent of demonic energy erupted from Deng Girl’s body!

Their distance was already short; with such a sudden burst, she was upon him in the blink of an eye. But Feng Xue was no longer the same man—he might have been merely a strong mortal in flesh, yet the cultivation and combat experience accumulated across these worlds was far from useless.

With a single thought, he triggered the Object-Control Spell using his own body as the medium. Under Mo Ying’s control, his form twisted into a posture defying human anatomy to evade the ambush. Simultaneously, the divine power of the little bell unfurled—the Guidance Divine Office he had acquired in the God of War vs. Aliens world, previously unusable due to the lack of environment in the online game world, finally revealed its edge!

Invisible threads were drawn. Feng Xue ignored the bodily damage from his extreme evasion, forcibly controlling his body with the Continuation Method. His lifespan was already locked—what remained was to beat this woman senseless!

“What’s going on with this kid? Did he summon his ancestral master?” Ninth Grandpa’s strike had failed, and a foreboding sense stirred within him. But he knew this matter could not be easily resolved. Better to stall for time than hope for a futile surrender—when the main force arrived, the traces left by the demonic cultivator would perfectly confirm Feng Xue as a demonic cultivator!

Though Ninth Grandpa now firmly believed Feng Xue was unlikely a demonic cultivator, only he and Deng Girl had actually seen a demonic cultivator in the station. Thus, if the two of them chased Feng Xue into the station, and minutes later the main force arrived, the station would still contain only them—Ninth Grandpa, Deng Girl, and Feng Xue. As Outriding Immortals, neither he nor Deng Girl possessed the power to fabricate such a scene.

By then, Feng Xue would have no way to defend himself. Only then could he and Deng Girl explain it as a misunderstanding—far better than surrendering now.

But all of this hinged on one condition: he must hold Feng Xue back!

“This is no time to spare your body!” Ninth Grandpa transmitted his thoughts to Deng Girl. Though young, she had reached her current realm through her own cultivation and understood the necessity of decisive action.

Feng Xue had no idea what state-skill this rat woman had activated, suddenly boosting her speed—but he had not the slightest thought of surrender.

Come on, when I was weak, surrendering made sense. Now that I’ve grown strong, to still surrender would mean all my cultivation was for nothing.

Qi surged, magical power erupted. The Five Elements’ magical forces interconnected, flowing along the talismanic pathways. Under the immense supply of votive power, the little bell’s Guidance power reached its limit—every movement of Deng Girl was effortlessly controlled by the little bell.

This was not some precognitive ability—it was merely judgment derived from big data and human anatomy. Subtle shifts imperceptible to ordinary people tugged at the votive net woven by the little bell, like an insect struggling on a spiderweb: the more it writhed, the more it drew the spider’s attention. Even the faintest twitch of muscle fibers was enough for the little bell to predict her next move.

This miraculous effect, resembling foresight, proved devastating in close combat. Within merely three breaths and over a dozen exchanges, Ninth Grandpa was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of defeat.

It wasn’t about strength or weakness—it was that every action he took, the opponent had already prepared for. The chilling sensation of every move being anticipated, the helplessness of being outmaneuvered like a pupil in a master’s lesson, forced Ninth Grandpa to recall his own desperate, chaotic life when he was merely a young mouse.

“Ninth Grandpa!” Deng Girl noticed the trembling of Ninth Grandpa’s spirit form and urgently warned him—but even that momentary lapse was enough to seal their fate.

Feng Xue’s fist, wrapped in golden-red lightning, pierced through Deng Girl’s desperate defensive posture like a needle threading silk. Though technically only a graze, at the moment of contact, Feng Xue unleashed a lateral thrust with a motion defying muscle structure.

This puppet-like explosive strike caught Deng Girl completely off guard; her entire body spun and flew sideways.

But Feng Xue did not pursue. He still remembered: in this world, hitting the little one brings the big ones.

Though Deng Girl seemed merely “average” in power, who knew what relatives or friends she might have? Ninth Grandpa was merely “Ninth”—what of the Eighth, Seventh, Sixth… down to the First? Who knew what realms they might hold?

Yet letting her go would not ease his anger. With a thought, a vile idea suddenly surfaced in Feng Xue’s mind.

Almost at that instant, Deng Girl—forcibly ejected from her Outriding state—felt impending doom. An unprecedented sense of crisis made her scalp tingle. But her body, pushed beyond its limits by repeated overexertion, could barely hold together—especially after that punch, which had broken at least four ribs.

Now, even breathing was difficult. She had no strength to flee, yet she still desperately channeled her magical power, attempting to activate a Ground-Digging Escape Technique to break free from battle.

But Feng Xue had made up his mind—he would not give her the chance. Suddenly, he pulled a strange talisman from his pocket. As a surge of magical energy rippled, Deng Girl faintly heard an inexplicable line—

“Here’s your shrimp!”

…

“Quick! The demonic aura is over here!”

Half a minute later, a group of cultivators who had broken free from the Year Beast battle rushed into the train station. But immediately after them came an unbearable stench. In a pool of unidentifiable yellow-brown sludge, Deng Girl lay lifeless, eyes vacant, repeating the same whisper over and over—

“It’s yellow mud. It’s yellow mud. It’s yellow mud…”

(End of Chapter)