Chapter 47

When Han Ming was forced into battle, Sun Lingtong took a stride, pierced through space, and landed in 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 small, chubby hands. On his lotus-root-like forearm, he wore a bracelet.

The bracelet emitted light.

This storage magic treasure was very powerful; wherever the light shone, the pills all disappeared on the spot.

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

Han Ming's face was ashen, unable to shake off the enemy.

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

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

The sword cultivator's figure inevitably faltered slightly.

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

Han Ming did not dodge or evade, swinging with all her might to shoot a flying shuttle from her sleeve.

The shuttle was only a foot long, blue-gray like stone, its surface 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 looked like a mutual destruction, but Han Ming revealed a sinister smile of success.

Her cultivation talent was called Yin Corpse Qi, and both soul cultivation and corpse cultivation methods suited her. She joined the Soul-Devouring Sect, specializing in the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Technique, while secretly practicing a corpse cultivation technique—the Immortal Corpse Transformation Great Method.

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 didn't matter.

The opponent, however, was different.

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

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

The sword cultivator's face turned pale, his body trembled violently, and he suffered severe 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 major 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, disappearing on the spot.

Han Ming let out a cold snort; not killing the enemy did not dissipate the hostility in her heart.

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

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

Sun Lingtong transmitted to her: "The items have been obtained, let's go!"

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

She aimed at the alchemy room and charged over.

She held quite a lot 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, hiding here and there for over a year. During this period, she had probed and attacked many times, but made no progress.

Bang!

Han Ming smashed the door and killed her way toward 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 could only exert his remaining strength, standing his ground and resisting 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, hitting the wall, blood spraying from his seven orifices, falling to the ground unable to rise.

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

Her five fingers were sharp, their tips wrapped in eerie blue-gray yin energy, viciously clawing toward Sun Lie's crown.

Boom!

The next moment, the Ziyang 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 alchemy furnace was not ordinary pills, but a genius youth!

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

He immediately shouted, contacting Sun Lie, wanting to come out of the furnace to join the battle.

Sun Lie stopped him: "Once alchemy begins, it cannot be stopped. Meng Chong, you are already in the process of leaking magic power; once you leave the furnace, without sufficient medicinal nourishment and external pressure, it will inevitably cause your three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit to leak wildly at the same time. At that point, not only will your cultivation be lost, but your physical foundation will be exhausted, and you will become a useless person, wishing you were dead!"

Only then did Meng Chong realize the severity of the problem, hesitating for a moment.

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

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

Crackle!

In an instant, countless bolts of lightning swirled around him.

Meng Chong glared, his heart set, and he 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, charging toward her.

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

Sensing Meng Chong's aura, and with Sun Lie, the enemy, right before her eyes, Han Ming felt ruthless, deciding to continue killing Sun Lie, intending to rely on her own defense to resist Meng Chong's attack.

Boom!

The next moment, the blinding lightning hit Han Ming's back hard.

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

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

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

Her rich combat experience made her instantly realize the dangerous situation; she could no longer care about taking her enemy's life, unleashing a Space-Escaping Talisman, and instantly teleporting away.

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

Han Ming had his lightning power on her, giving him a strong sense of her location.

And the Space-Escaping Talisman that Han Ming had just used was not of a high grade, only allowing her to teleport 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 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 suffered severe injuries, forcibly adjusted her breathing, used the teleportation, and left the battlefield.

Sun Lingtong retreated the earliest.

Unlike Ning Zhuo brought up the rear; he directly abandoned a portion of his mechanical creations and left the scene easily.

As for the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had taken the initiative to find him, he had already become a corpse hanging on the Hanged Man's Whip.

The three of them met up halfway according to their agreement.

Han Ming glanced at the corpse hanging on the Hanged Man's Whip and at Chui Tiao Ke, who had 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 momentum strong; where was the weakness of having just suffered severe injuries?

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

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

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

"Especially Meng Chong, who is only at the third layer of Qi Condensation, yet has such combat power. He is worthy of being a genius with super-grade immortal aptitude! Could your mechanical creations have blocked him?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo snorted and did not speak.

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

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

In an instant, Han Ming's momentum vanished, her soul was sealed, and she almost fell over on the spot.

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

Pfft, pfft, pfft.

The next moment, three Hanged Man's Whips sneaked up silently, piercing Han Ming's body, and then coiled around her like pythons, binding her up.

Unlike Ning Zhuo's voice came out eerily: "Dividing it between two people is better than dividing it between three."