Chapter 46

Li Banfeng threw the Rust Pellet into the old woman's throat.

It just so happened that the old woman had been kicked in the stomach by Li Banfeng, and while spasming, she was in the middle of inhaling; this breath caused her to swallow the Rust Pellet.

A burning pain struck her, and the old woman knew she had been poisoned, so she hurriedly tried to vomit.

Li Banfeng did not give her the chance to vomit; he took the opportunity to get behind Decai, pulled out his short blade, and slashed at the old woman's head, one strike after another.

At first, the old woman dodged quite smoothly, but once the poison took rapid effect, her throat felt as if it were on fire, and acidic fluid with a metallic, fishy stench surged upward, not only causing unbearable pain but also severely affecting the old woman's breathing.

During the struggle, the old woman broke into a heavy sweat; the sweat was a reddish-brown color, and her face was covered in spots, as if she were rusting.

Li Banfeng was very familiar with this process!

This old woman was detoxifying!

Although she couldn't vomit, she had other ways to detoxify, and this method was very similar to Li Banfeng's.

She was a Residential Cultivator!

Residential Cultivators can hide their own aura, causing opponents to overlook their existence; the Coachman had once said that Traveling Cultivators cannot sense the danger of Residential Cultivators, which was why Li Banfeng had never been able to sense the old woman's malice.

But the old woman's two sons were not Residential Cultivators; why couldn't Li Banfeng sense it when they were poisoning him?

Li Banfeng quickly thought of the key to the problem.

This had to start with the location of the incident.

The location of the incident was this very house.

This house was the key to all the problems!

This was the old woman's house, a Residential Cultivator's house.

A Residential Cultivator in their own house is protected by the House Spirit.

The old woman saw at a glance that Li Banfeng was a Traveling Cultivator and used the power of a Residential Cultivator to shield her own malice, as well as the malice of her two sons.

Was her level really that high?

Could her power influence her two sons?

Her level wasn't that high; she was just a first-layer Residential Cultivator. If she had reached the second layer, Li Banfeng wouldn't be alive now.

With her strength, she certainly couldn't have influenced her two sons outside the house.

But inside the house, with the help of the House Spirit, the old woman's techniques were enhanced, which also made her faster than a Traveling Cultivator, fiercer than a Martial Cultivator, and more durable than a Body Cultivator.

It's truly great to have a House Spirit!

This really made Li Banfeng incredibly envious.

If I kill this old woman, would this House Spirit belong to me?

The Peddler had said that an ownerless House Spirit could be taken over by the next owner.

The more Li Banfeng thought about it, the more excited he became, fighting the old woman with all his might.

With the help of the House Spirit, the old woman kept sweating to detoxify, but the lethality of the Rust Pellet was simply too great, and the efficiency of detoxifying through sweat was too low.

Li Banfeng wanted to conduct an experiment himself: could a Residential Cultivator inside their own house withstand the erosion of a Rust Pellet?

Of course, conducting an experiment himself didn't mean using himself as the subject; the most important thing was the attitude—one must approach the results of the experiment with a scientific attitude.

Judging from the results of tonight's experiment, in a situation where one cannot vomit smoothly, a first-layer Residential Cultivator cannot withstand a Rust Pellet.

According to Li Banfeng's estimation, in less than two minutes, the old woman's combat effectiveness had dropped by more than half.

Two minutes later, the old woman's movements became increasingly sluggish, her speed not even matching that of an ordinary person, and strange friction sounds appeared in her joints.

Li Banfeng dodged the old woman's hairpin and kicked her in the stomach.

The old woman coughed and wheezed, actually coughing up a large mouthful of reddish-brown fragments.

She was rusting; her entire body was rusting.

Li Banfeng quickly moved away from the old woman.

He wasn't sure if this rust disease was contagious.

The old woman walked toward Li Banfeng step by step, cursing viciously as she walked: "You little bastard, don't you leave, you come here.

As long as you don't run, I'll let you die quickly; if you dare to run one more step, I'll have to slice you into a thousand pieces!

You can't run away; this is my house. Hehehe, once you've come here, don't even think about leaving; you'll never be able to leave in this lifetime!"

These words were vicious, but the old woman was terrified inside.

Every part of her body felt as if molten iron had been poured over it, scalding her flesh and blood layer by layer, and it kept seeping deeper into her body.

Her son was a Poison Cultivator, and she had seen many poisons, but she had never seen such a terrifying poison.

Although the excruciating pain was hard to endure, that wasn't the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying part was the numbness that followed the pain.

She felt that her body was rapidly losing sensation amidst the pain.

Except for the fishy and astringent rust foam in her mouth, she could almost no longer perceive the existence of her own body; even vomiting was of no use.

She wanted to return to her room; she wanted to hear the sound of the old grandfather clock.

But if she returned to her room now, her son would surely die.

The old woman walked forward a few steps, walking slower and slower, more and more arduously.

Rust powder fell from her body, and she spat out rust foam from her mouth and nose; her graying hair turned yellow at the roots, shattered inch by inch, and gradually turned into rust slag, drifting away with the wind.

Crack!

The old woman stumbled and fell to the ground.

She looked back and saw the severed half of her lower leg on the ground, saw the rust-broken leg bone and the flesh and blood that had already rusted into slag.

She saw this bone.

There were many other bones that were broken too; she couldn't see them, but she could feel them.

Her body was about to crumble.

Her eyes were fixed tightly on her room, the largest room in the courtyard.

She hoped the bell would ring, even if it only rang once.

But she never heard the bell.

She saw Decai lying on the ground, twitching and struggling; she thought of Demao, whose whereabouts were unknown.

How could such a thing happen?

How could she die at the hands of a mere sprout?

No, not just this sprout who deserves to be killed, but also that pair of shameless sluts.

I should have killed them the moment they entered the door; I shouldn't have let those two sluts seduce my son.

My son is mine, he is mine alone, he will be mine for a lifetime...

"You, spare my son, I, will give you a good thing..." The old woman looked at Li Banfeng, her tone filled with a hint of pleading.

Li Banfeng looked at the struggling Decai and sighed, saying, "I don't want to kill either, but I can't bear it."

The old woman shook her head: "I don't understand what you're trying to say."

"How can you not understand," Li Banfeng said, holding the short blade and coming to Decai's side, "Since the mother is dead, why keep the child alive? Wouldn't it be suffering for her to be left alone in this world? It's better to go on the road with you.

Aren't these the very words you just said?"

"You bastard, if you dare to touch my family, I am a member of the Jiang Xiang Gang, the Jiang Xiang Gang will never spare you..." The old woman let out bursts of roars.

The Jiang Xiang Gang again.

One has to give face to the Jiang Xiang Gang!

Li Banfeng chopped off Decai's head right in front of her.

"Mother, save me..."

Decai's voice came to an abrupt end.

Seeing Decai's head fall to the ground, the old woman's body kept twitching.

She remembered the children of other families she had killed before; those parents' bodies had twitched too.

Red spots appeared before her eyes; she didn't know if they were rust stains or bloodstains.

Her consciousness vanished, and along with her body, she turned into a lump of rust slag.

A cold wind blew, scattering the old woman's large lump of debris everywhere.

Xiao Yeci looked at Li Banfeng with admiration on her face, her heart filled with fear, her hands covering her daughter Lu Chunying's eyes the whole time.

The old woman was dead, and Decai was dead too.

Although Xiao Yeci had long wanted to kill this family of villains in her heart, seeing them truly dead, Xiao Yeci felt terrified from the bottom of her heart.

She didn't know the background of the Li Banfeng before her, nor could she tell what sect or cultivation level he had.

His movements were so fast; is he a Traveling Cultivator?

But what was going on with the old woman rusting?

He saved us, he should let us go!

If he doesn't let us go, what should we do?

Li Banfeng's expression was somewhat dejected, as if he felt pity for the old woman.

Xiao Yeci saw Li Banfeng's pity.

Feeling pity for a villain, he must be a good person, right?

Perhaps he can help us once more...

Looking at the rust slag all over the ground, Li Banfeng's expression was solemn, and he let out a long sigh.

I didn't expect this result.

What a pity!

Such a pity!

I could have taken it back to refine into elixirs.

(End of chapter)