Chapter 232

Luo Zhengnan returned to the farmhouse and gathered everyone together.

Among the ten subordinates, three were traveling cultivators—one fourth-layer, two third-layer—all considered elites in the Jiang Xiang Gang.

Luo Zhengnan took out a long spear and handed it to the fourth-layer traveling cultivator Chen Weiqin: "Old Chen, take the item and head straight to Green Water City to report to the Sect Master. If you are caught by pursuers, don't get entangled; run away immediately, as fast as you can."

"Hall Master Luo, what about you?"

Luo Zhengnan said calmly: "We'll find a way to help you delay the pursuers. This is a major matter for the sect; even if we have to risk all our lives, we must get this done!"

"Hall Master Luo, everyone, take care!" Chen Weiqin took the long spear, brought the two third-layer traveling cultivators, and set off immediately, running like the wind out of the village.

Wan Jinxian was at the entrance of the village, still pretending to tell fortunes.

He saw the three traveling cultivators leave the village and also saw the long spear in Chen Weiqin's hand.

Although the long spear was wrapped in oilcloth, judging from the outline, it was exactly the same as the long spear Wan Jinxian had seen in the fortress.

More importantly, there was a murderous aura on this long spear, a murderous aura that made people shudder, which reminded Wan Jinxian of the scene where Han Juncheng was pinned to the door of the side building.

Wan Jinxian dismissed the customer who came to have their fortune told and stuck a nail into the heel of his shoe.

This nail was a magic treasure, refined from the soul of an eighth-layer traveling cultivator. After sticking the nail in, Wan Jinxian's figure became blurred, and he followed the three traveling cultivators into the mountain road.

Chen Weiqin was moving rapidly on the mountain road when he suddenly felt his calves itching intensely.

At first, he could endure it, but after walking more than ten miles, the itching was truly heart-drilling. Chen Weiqin squatted on the ground, rolled up his trouser legs, and scratched frantically.

Not only did Chen Weiqin feel itchy, but the two third-layer traveling cultivators also felt itchy. There were no bumps or blisters on their legs; they didn't know why, but it was so itchy that they wanted to peel off a layer of their own skin.

The three scratched their calves until they were bleeding profusely. Chen Weiqin realized the situation was not right and said to the other two traveling cultivators: "Stop scratching, let's go!"

The three endured the itching and walked forward a few steps. Chen Weiqin suddenly felt his throat tighten and coughed repeatedly.

The two third-layer traveling cultivators coughed even more severely; one coughed up blood directly.

This was an illness.

Chen Weiqin panted for a long time and looked forward, only to see a middle-aged man wearing black sunglasses and holding a blind man's cane, standing in the distance on the mountain road, smiling at them.

When did he arrive?

Why didn't he see him before?

Was this someone coming to intercept the loot?

Why didn't he perceive the danger?

What was this person's cultivation level?

Chen Weiqin lowered his voice to the other two traveling cultivators: "Don't get entangled; find an opportunity to run!"

Wan Jinxian heard Chen Weiqin's voice and laughed: "Stop running, you can't run away. In another half an hour, you'll be dead."

Chen Weiqin was an old hand in the world; the people Luo Zhengnan selected were all useful and had the ability to respond to emergencies.

He knew his physical condition was bad and tried to find an opportunity to escape: "This friend, do we know each other?"

Wan Jinxian shook his head: "No."

"Since we don't know each other, why are you secretly harming us?"

"Let's speak plainly: I want to borrow an item from you.

This blind man's cane in my hand has been used for many years, and the tip of the bamboo is split; I want to change to a new one.

I see that the one you have is not bad; can you name a price and sell it to me?"

Chen Weiqin kept the long spear behind his back and said to Wan Jinxian: "Friend, you've misjudged. This is no blind man's cane;

We are wandering performers, and this is our tool for making a living; it can't be given to you."

Wan Jinxian furrowed his brows and smiled instead: "I've laid everything out plainly, and you're still playing word games with me? Wanting to use a delaying tactic? Fine. You just keep stalling; I'll say it again: in another half an hour, you'll be dead."

Taking advantage of Wan Jinxian's talking, Chen Weiqin suddenly stepped forward, breaking the ground with a kick and splashing a large area of gravel.

Wan Jinxian retreated rapidly, dodging the gravel.

This was the advantage of traveling cultivators; as long as they found a gap, they had a chance to escape. Taking advantage of Wan Jinxian's dodging, Chen Weiqin brought the two traveling cultivators and continued to run forward.

Wan Jinxian followed behind unhurriedly. He knew that traveling cultivators attacked extremely fast; even if he could crush the three of them in cultivation, he didn't want to take unnecessary risks.

Ten minutes later, the three stopped one after another. They couldn't run anymore.

Wan Jinxian gave them one last chance: "Three brothers, I don't want to make this a death feud. Give me the item, and I'll cure your illness. When we meet another day, we'll still be friends."

Chen Weiqin nodded and untied the long spear from his back.

The two traveling cultivators watched from the side without speaking.

Who in the world doesn't want to live?

Things had reached this point; the sect's affairs were secondary, everyone just wanted to live.

Wan Jinxian laughed: "Put the long spear on the ground, and you can leave. As long as you walk a hundred steps, this illness will naturally be cured."

Chen Weiqin followed suit, put the long spear on the ground, and brought the two traveling cultivators staggering away.

After walking more than a hundred steps, they really felt their physical condition had improved a lot.

They weren't coughing or panting, and their heads weren't dizzy anymore.

Chen Weiqin looked back at Wan Jinxian; Wan Jinxian was still standing in the same spot.

He smiled at Chen Weiqin, and the meaning was very clear.

If you are still unconvinced, you can come back and try again.

Chen Weiqin didn't dare to provoke Wan Jinxian and continued to walk forward with the two traveling cultivators.

As for how to explain the sect's affairs, he would think about it later. If it really didn't work, he wouldn't return to the Jiang Xiang Gang; with the cultivation of the three of them, they could find a bowl of rice elsewhere...

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted; Chen Weiqin felt his nose itch and sneezed.

With one sneeze, saliva and nasal mucus flew everywhere.

Closing one's eyes when sneezing is a human instinct.

When Chen Weiqin opened his eyes, he found it was still pitch black.

He had sprayed his two eyeballs out with the sneeze.

The two traveling cultivators beside him were stunned.

Sneezing out two eyeballs—they had never encountered such a thing in their lives.

The eye sockets were in excruciating pain, and Chen Weiqin couldn't help but wail.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the next sneeze followed.

People who sneeze often know that this thing often appears in pairs.

This sneeze was even more powerful than the previous one. From his mouth, nasal cavity, and the two empty eye sockets, a mass of blood sprayed out first, followed by brain matter.

Chen Weiqin swayed and fell to the ground; he had sneezed himself to death with two sneezes.

The other two traveling cultivators didn't understand what was happening; they also felt their noses itching and hurriedly covered their mouths with both hands, not letting the sneeze come out.

"Don't hold it in; it's so uncomfortable," Wan Jinxian laughed. "Sneeze comfortably, and die comfortably."

The two traveling cultivators had blood-red eyes, and tears flowed continuously.

A minute later, the two could no longer endure it and sneezed one after another.

The longer a sneeze is held, the greater the force.

After this sneeze, their skulls shattered directly, and red and white matter splashed everywhere.

Wan Jinxian always did things cautiously; how could he leave any survivors?

Picking up the long spear from the ground, Wan Jinxian perceived the surging spirituality and murderous aura on the spear body.

He used the blind man's cane to send a message to He Jiaqing: "Jiaqing, the item is in hand."

He Jiaqing was overjoyed: "Old Wan, check it carefully; don't make a mistake."

"The item can't be wrong; the spear is twelve feet long, the spear tip is seven inches seven, the murderous aura is extremely heavy, and the spirituality is full, exactly the same as the one I saw in Iron Gate Fortress."

"How is the long spear's power?" This was the thing He Jiaqing cared about most; power was different from murderous aura and spirituality, and was the greatest characteristic of "Zhao Xiaowan."

To speak of power alone, it was indeed not quite the same as what he saw in Iron Gate Fortress.

Wan Jinxian explained: "The power is reduced quite a bit; it should have been sealed by Luo Zhengnan using some means."

"No matter; no matter what means he used, I have a way to resolve it!" He Jiaqing praised. "Old Wan, this matter was done beautifully. Return to the Outer Continent immediately; don't let the Jiang Xiang Gang entangle you."

Wan Jinxian interrupted the connection, waved the long spear a few times, and a foot of red tassel fluttered with the wind.

Wait!

The long spear seen in Iron Gate Fortress didn't seem to have a red tassel.

Added just now?

Why add this thing?

Luo Zhengnan wouldn't do such superfluous things.

Wan Jinxian gripped the long spear, his heart tightening.

This long spear might not be "Zhao Xiaowan."

This might be a magic treasure, or a magic item, because the level was very high, it had deceived me!

He guessed right.

In order to accomplish this errand, Luo Zhengnan had bet everything; he risked two magic items of high level.

One magic item was a long spear; this long spear was named Cloud Dragon, a relic of an ancient famous general. Because it had killed too many people, its murderous aura was extremely heavy, and ordinary weapons would be destroyed if they bumped into it, but this was not the same as power.

But why did this long spear look exactly the same as the long spear Wan Jinxian had seen in the fortress?

Wan Jinxian untied the red tassel on the long spear and discovered the broken edge of lizard skin.

He finally understood why Luo Zhengnan had to add a red tassel to the spear.

This bird was so cunning!

The long spear was wrapped in a layer of lizard skin.

This piece of lizard skin was also a magic item.

Luo Zhengnan had wrapped the "Tiger-Exploding" long spear with lizard skin once, and then wrapped the Cloud Dragon long spear with lizard skin. Within one day, the Cloud Dragon long spear would become exactly the same as the "Tiger-Exploding" long spear. After one day, the lizard skin would fade, and the disguise would disappear.

And the "Tiger-Exploding" long spear looked exactly like Hong Ying, which had made Wan Jinxian misjudge.

Once the lizard skin was torn off, a completely different long spear was revealed.

The long spear in Iron Gate Fortress had a black spear body, while this long spear was bright white.

Wan Jinxian threw the long spear on the ground and held his forehead.

He had been fooled.

Luo Zhengnan was truly no ordinary person.

Such an important item, Luo Zhengnan wouldn't easily hand it over to someone else; I shouldn't have fallen for his trick!

Wan Jinxian stuck the nail into his heel and hurried to chase Luo Zhengnan. After walking more than ten miles, his right foot limped, and he fell to the ground.

This was the cost of this nail; it not only had to pierce into the shoe but also into the flesh, devouring the user's blood and flesh.

To enter Iron Gate Fortress, Wan Jinxian had used the magic treasure once; leaving Iron Gate Fortress, he used it again; chasing Chen Weiqin, he used it again. This time, wanting to use it again, Wan Jinxian's foot couldn't hold up.

Holding up was useless; he didn't know where Luo Zhengnan would flee to.

Luo Zhengnan didn't go to Green Water City; he didn't expect the hall in Green Water City to be able to protect this treasure.

He jumped into Peach Huahu, wandered in the lake bottom for a long time, and along an unknown route, drilled out of the lake surface.

The lake water was very cold, bone-chillingly cold.

Luo Zhengnan sneezed twice and traveled through the dark, boundless wilderness for a day and a night.

A glimmer of light appeared ahead—not sunlight, not moonlight, but the rippling light of a lake.

Another lake.

Luo Zhengnan jumped into the lake again, and when he drilled out of the water, a villa appeared before his eyes.

Yue Dong Province, Yuezhou City, the villa in Huahu Park.

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