Chapter 47

While Han Ming was forced into battle, Sun Lingtong took a giant stride, pierced through space, and landed inside the medicine storage room.

"Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill!"

"Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"Soul-Returning Pill!"

"Origin-Returning Pill!"

"Hee hee hee..."

Sun Lingtong shook his chubby little hands. On his lotus-root-like forearm, he wore a bracelet.

The bracelet emitted light.

This storage magic treasure was very powerful; wherever its radiance shone, the pills all vanished on the spot.

Outside the room, sword light crisscrossed and ghost shadows flitted.

Han Ming's face was as calm as water; she could not shake off the enemy.

This kind of stalemate was exactly what she wanted to avoid.

She suddenly let out a cold snort and unleashed her demonic art, the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Technique!

The sword cultivator's figure inevitably faltered slightly.

But at the same time, the flying sword shot out like lightning, stabbing straight at Han Ming's heart.

Han Ming did not dodge or evade; she swung with all her might, shooting a flying shuttle from her sleeve.

The shuttle was only a foot long, blue-gray like stone, covered in spikes, with a bizarre shape. It seemed slow but was actually fast, piercing the sword cultivator's body.

At the same time, Han Ming was also pierced through the heart by the flying sword.

It appeared to be a mutual destruction, but Han Ming revealed a sinister smile of success.

Her cultivation talent was called Yin Corpse Qi; both soul-cultivation and corpse-cultivation methods suited her. She had joined the Soul-Devouring Sect, primarily practicing the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Technique, while secretly also practicing a corpse-cultivation method—the Immortal Zombie Transformation Great Art.

She had successfully turned her internal organs into corpses, no longer having any fatal weaknesses in the ordinary sense.

Even if her corpse heart was pierced, it did not matter.

The opponent, however, was different.

Han Ming's flying shuttle was no ordinary item; it was a magic treasure perfectly matched with the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Technique—the Soul-Capturing Shuttle!

After shooting into the sword cultivator's body, it generated a powerful suction force, forcibly extracting a portion of the sword cultivator's soul.

The sword cultivator's face turned deathly pale, his body trembled violently, and he suffered heavy injuries in an instant.

"Even if you are at the peak of Foundation Establishment, you are but a rogue cultivator; how can you oppose my great demonic sect?" Han Ming revealed a cruel smile. "Die!"

But the next moment, the sword cultivator suddenly threw out a talisman—the Space-Escaping Talisman.

The next moment, the talisman erupted with spatial fluctuations, instantly teleporting the sword cultivator away, vanishing on the spot.

Han Ming let out a cold snort; not killing the enemy did little to soothe the malice in her heart.

She was about to continue charging toward the medicine storage room when she received a voice transmission.

It turned out that Sun Lingtong had already swept the medicine storage room clean and escaped with ease.

Sun Lingtong transmitted to her: "The goods are in hand, let's go!"

Han Ming, however, could not suppress the boiling murderous intent in her heart: "Heh, to give up such a good opportunity, wouldn't that be a pity?"

She aimed for the alchemy room and charged over.

She held a great deal of resentment toward Sun Lie.

Previously, in order to obtain the Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill, she had fought fiercely, only to end up with nothing. She was instead wanted by the Fire Persimmon Immortal City and had been hiding for over a year. During this period, she had probed and attacked many times, but made no progress.

Bang!

Han Ming smashed through the door and charged at Sun Lie.

Sun Lie had already heard the commotion outside, but since the alchemy had already begun, he could not leave.

"It's you!" Seeing Han Ming, Sun Lie had no choice but to draw upon his remaining strength, stand his ground, and fight with all his might.

He could only exert less than forty percent of his combat power, so he was naturally no match for Han Ming and was quickly knocked down.

Bang.

Sun Lie flew backward, hit the wall, spat blood from his seven orifices, and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

"Die!" Han Ming shrieked, feeling extremely gratified.

Her five fingers were sharp, and her fingertips were wrapped in eerie blue-gray yin energy as she viciously clawed at Sun Lie's crown.

Boom!

The next moment, the Purple Sun Furnace burst open, and a bolt of lightning shot out.

This was completely beyond Han Ming's expectations.

She had not expected that what was being refined in the pill furnace was not an ordinary pill, but a genius youth!

Meng Chong had heard the commotion inside the furnace and realized that the Purple Sun Courtyard was under attack. He had been ambushed by assassins not long ago, and this time, having secretly left the City Lord's Mansion to come to the Purple Sun Courtyard, he had been quite vigilant.

He immediately shouted to contact Sun Lie, wanting to exit the furnace to join the battle.

Sun Lie stopped him: "Once alchemy begins, it cannot be terminated. Meng Chong, you are already in the process of leaking magic power. Once you exit the furnace, without sufficient medicinal nourishment and external pressure, it will surely cause your three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit to leak wildly. By then, not only will your cultivation be dissipated, but your physical foundation will be exhausted; you will become a waste, wishing you were dead!"

Only then did Meng Chong realize the severity of the problem, and for a moment, he hesitated.

When he heard clearer sounds, heard Sun Lie coughing blood, and heard Han Ming shrieking, wanting to kill Sun Lie, he could no longer endure it.

His hot blood rushed to his head, and his immortal aptitude, Rampaging Thunder, was subconsciously triggered.

Crackle!

For a moment, his body was wreathed in countless flashes of electricity.

Meng Chong glared with rage, steeled his heart, and smashed through the furnace door, charging out like a tiger released from its cage.

Fast, too fast!

Han Ming looked back, as if seeing a thunder tiger roaring and charging at her.

Meng Chong was only at the Qi Refining stage, and having dissipated much of his cultivation, he was only at the third level of Qi Refining. Han Ming was a peak Foundation Establishment existence!

Sensing Meng Chong's aura, and with Sun Lie, her enemy, right before her eyes, Han Ming hardened her heart and simply continued to charge at Sun Lie, intending to rely on her own defenses to resist Meng Chong's attack.

Boom!

The next moment, the blinding lightning struck Han Ming's back fiercely.

The yin soul energy that Han Ming was exerting with all her might was destroyed like dry wood. The extremely rigid and yang lightning power surged into her body, rampaging and causing massive destruction.

In just a single breath, all of Han Ming's corpse-transformed internal organs were damaged!

Han Ming spat out a mouthful of blue-gray cold blood, and her offensive against Sun Lie fell apart.

Her rich combat experience made her realize the danger of her situation instantly; she could no longer care about taking her enemy's life, so she unleashed a Space-Escaping Talisman and teleported away instantly.

"Where are you running!!" Meng Chong roared.

His lightning power was on Han Ming, giving him a strong sense of her location.

And the Space-Escaping Talisman Han Ming had just used was not of a high grade; it could only teleport her randomly, at most within a radius of six miles.

This was completely within Meng Chong's sensing range.

However, just as Meng Chong was about to pursue, he heard Sun Lie stop him: "No need to chase!"

Meng Chong was startled, then immediately realized that saving Sun Lie was the most important thing.

He hurriedly ran to Sun Lie's side, but was somewhat at a loss.

He was very skilled at fighting, but saving people was completely different.

Han Ming, having suffered heavy injuries, forcibly adjusted her breathing, teleported, and left the battlefield.

Sun Lingtong had retreated the earliest.

Ning Zhuo brought up the rear; he simply abandoned a portion of his mechanical creations and left the scene with ease.

As for the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had taken the initiative to find him, he had already become a corpse hanging from the Hanging Whip.

The three of them met up halfway, as agreed.

Han Ming glanced at the corpse hanging from the Hanging Whip and at the Pigtail Guest, who showed no signs of battle on his body, and felt a slight chill in her heart.

At this moment, she was shrouded in yin energy, her aura powerful; where was the weakness of someone who had just suffered heavy injuries?

Han Ming said coldly: "Let's part ways here. Give me the Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pill, and I also want one-third of the remaining pills."

Ning Zhuo immediately frowned: "One-third? My contribution was much greater than yours."

Han Ming sneered and immediately retorted: "But it was all thanks to me heavily injuring Sun Lie and blocking Meng Chong!"

"Especially Meng Chong, who is only at the third level of Qi Refining yet possesses such combat power. He truly deserves to be a genius with super-grade immortal aptitude! Could your mechanical creations have stopped him?"

Ning Zhuo snorted and remained silent.

"Stop arguing, our operation this time was a great success, let's all be happy." Sun Lingtong giggled and tossed a pill bottle to Han Ming, "The Phoenix Soul Blood Fragrance Pills are all inside."

Han Ming immediately pried open the bottle stopper, preparing to check, when a cloud of black mist sprayed out, hitting her directly in the face.

In an instant, Han Ming's aura vanished, her soul was sealed, and she nearly collapsed on the spot.

She was incredulous, shocked and furious: "Sun Lingtong, you backstabbed me!"

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

The next moment, three Pigtail Hanging Whips silently launched a sneak attack, piercing through Han Ming's body, and then coiled around her like pythons, binding her up.

Ning Zhuo's voice drifted over eerily: "Splitting it between two people is always better than splitting it between three."