Chapter 219: The Fu Family's Method for Exterminating the Jiao

After evading the crowd from the Shanhe Office, Xu Yuan stepped onto his Fire Wheels, whooshed up to the highest peak nearby, and then opened his "Fate Gaze" to scan the surroundings.

In the surrounding sinkholes, the "Fates" of snake-like evil spirits were densely packed.

They were raised by "Tian Da Wang".

Tian Da Wang had already turned into a "Zombie", also one of the evil spirits; these pythons were influenced by him and had long since become anomalies.

Yet, within Little Yu Shan, their strength could only rank at the very bottom.

Soon, Xu Yuan found a sinkhole with the fewest "Fates", so he flew down from the peak, heading straight for that spot.

Lady Fu Shuanghui was also too lazy to tangle with these snakes.

However, from the "cognition" of that snake, she could only find some vague concepts.

She did not know the exact location of that Jiao and its "servants".

Lady Fu Shuanghui still had to search for it slowly.

But it only took a little less than half an hour before she stood before a secluded and chilling sinkhole.

This one was somewhat different from the previous ones; the pit mouth was only three or four mu in size, but below it was extremely deep and vast.

It was shaped like a gourd.

The bottom of the pit, deep within, never saw sunlight year-round, and the temperature was very low.

Lady Fu Shuanghui checked her belongings to ensure everything was fine, then gave the order: "Lift the Tiger Head Guillotine and go down together."

The Captains trembled in fear; even Ma Xinrong shied away, refusing to go down first.

Several ropes, as thick as a child's arm, were tied to large stones and then thrown down into the hole.

The Captains, all afraid, first lowered the Tiger Head Guillotine with the ropes.

After the Tiger Head Guillotine landed, everyone strained their ears to listen for any sound below; it was completely silent.

The Captains pushed each other, and no one was willing to be the first.

Wei Huchen and Liang Yan also did not speak.

At this moment, ordering someone to go down first was tantamount to sending them to their death.

Lady Fu Shuanghui snorted coldly and pointed at a Captain at random: "You go first."

"Ah?!" The Captain's entire body turned ice cold.

But under the piercing gaze of the Lord of Law, he could only slowly shuffle to the pit mouth, grab the ropes with both hands, and tremble all over.

Lady Fu Shuanghui's snake tail rose up and slowly pressed close to his face.

If he didn't go down now, the Lord of Law would kick him down.

He truly could not delay any longer; just as he was about to descend, he suddenly heard a strange "woo-woo" sound coming from below the pit.

Immediately following with a whoosh, a huge black shadow flew out from the pit mouth,

and crashed with a boom not far away.

Everyone was greatly startled, and that Captain quickly scrambled away from the pit mouth.

Looking closely again, what flew out was actually the Tiger Head Guillotine that had been lowered earlier!

"Hmm?" Lady Fu Shuanghui stared at the pit mouth, a strange smile gradually appearing on her face.

Suddenly, everyone felt a massive pressure, unknown in origin, pressing heavily upon their hearts like a millstone.

"Why aren't you hiding anymore?" Lady Fu Shuanghui suddenly asked, speaking into the pit.

A huge head stretched out from the cave entrance.

It was the size of a calf.

It was snake-like but not quite a snake, with a red horn growing on its head.

Then its massive body followed, drilling out.

Seven or eight zhang long, its entire body of scales shimmered with dark light, giving off an incomparable sense of oppression.

The crowd from the Shanhe Office retreated repeatedly.

The Jiao stared only at Lady Fu Shuanghui, its face furrowing its brows like a human: "What have you cultivated into?"

Tian Da Wang had told it about the "Dragon Transformation Method", yet it still could not imagine how a human could cultivate into a "Dragon".

Indeed, there are many legends of "Dragon Transformation" in this world, but those are all beasts.

Snakes, fish, horses, cattle, and so on.

Lady Fu Shuanghui also looked at it.

Seeing that only its front half had grown two claws, while its rear half was merely two bumps, she felt relieved.

She sneered: "I have cultivated something that eats you specifically!"

She raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and the Jiao's entire body tensed.

Lady Fu Shuanghui's tail curled into an "S" shape and suddenly shot forward, pouncing on the Jiao.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword in her hand pointed straight at its head.

The Jiao twisted its massive body, dodging the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and bit toward Lady Fu Shuanghui.

Void Devouring Object!

Suddenly, a small theatrical puppet flew out from Lady Fu Shuanghui's bosom.

The puppet's face was painted with an opera mask.

With a whoosh, a layer of the mask was peeled off.

It flew and fell into the Jiao's mouth.

This was a Craftsman Object: the Face-Changing Puppet.

It can substitute for death.

It was one of the life-saving items her elder brother had prepared for her.

Fu Shuanghui had already shot toward the dragon, which twisted its body to avoid the Dragon-Slaying Sword—but unexpectedly, her other hand suddenly shot out and hurled something swiftly.

A ball of silver light struck the ground, splashing open with a splash, rapidly spreading into a fishing net.

The fishing net moved like a living thing, crawling everywhere and wrapping the dragon entirely within it.

The dragon's massive body thrashed once—and the net tore apart.

But the net quickly rewrapped itself.

It tore, then rewrapped—again and again!

Fu Shuanghui laughed loudly: "You're nothing like you used to be—your body has degenerated severely!"

The dragon was equally helpless; unwilling to transform into a zombie, over two hundred years of long time, it could only rely on Tian Da Wang's snake-breeding and blood-extraction, periodically using snake blood to unblock its entire body and maintain vitality—inevitably, severe degeneration had occurred.

Now it couldn't even shake free of this craftsman's artifact.

But the net couldn't fully trap it—it struggled while dodging the first strike of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

Hss—

Fu Shuanghui stabbed her sword into the ground.

The dragon turned its head toward Fu Shuanghui and opened its mouth again.

How many layers does your mask have? Let's see how many more you can withstand!

But Fu Shuanghui immediately threw out another object, striking the dragon with a sharp slap.

It was a pitch-black earthen jar.

The jar shattered, rolling out a pill that exploded with a bang into a thick yellow mist.

The dragon's expression changed.

The yellow mist rapidly spread, becoming a dense fog covering a hundred zhang.

It completely engulfed the dragon.

The dragon felt its entire body grow limp, unable to muster even a shred of strength.

How much realgar had been infused into this yellow mist!

It had ultimately never transformed into a dragon.

And this yellow mist was an Outer Pill, forged by a high-level Rank Dan Xiu using countless realgar.

Besides realgar, it contained massive amounts of paralytic toxins.

Had it not been entangled by the net, it could have escaped in time.

"Hahahaha!"

Fu Shuanghui laughed triumphantly.

The Fu family had cultivated the "Dragon Transformation Art" for generations; to advance quickly, they had to feed on various "kin."

Thus, the Fu family possessed a complete set of specialized methods to deal with "kin!"

This was the very reason she dared come to Yu Jing Village to hunt the dragon.

Fu Shuanghui swished her serpent tail, circling outside the yellow mist with the Dragon-Slaying Sword in hand.

The timing wasn't right yet.

Just wait a moment longer—once the dragon was completely "softened," no longer a threat, she would enter the mist and slash it with one sword!

"Ahh—" A sudden scream came from behind.

Fu Shuanghui spun around sharply and saw one of her Captains being lifted into the air by a three-zhang ghost, its black hand gripping the Captain's head—then twisted.

Crack!

The neck broke; the Captain fell silent forever.

Immediately after, a shadowy giant serpent slithered out from the grass and foliage, opening its mouth and spitting!

Rolling yin energy—

Several Captains turned black-green, their eyes rolled white, and collapsed instantly.

"Yin Soldiers!" Wei Huchen roared, immediately spewing a blast of Fu Zhong Huo from his belly toward the three-zhang ghost!

(End of Chapter)