Chapter 47: Good Target

The corpse-water monster resembled a living mass of slime, rapidly spreading and crawling toward them.

Xu Yuan saw his stepmother raise the candlestick, and in her other hand, hold up an oil flask—the flask, crafted by a Craft Cultivator, could spray oil that ignited upon contact with flame…

Xu Yuan stepped forward: "Why go through all this trouble?"

The "fire in the belly" erupted without warning.

Boom!

Flames surged violently upward.

Over the past two days, Xu Yuan had practiced Aunt Wang's cultivation method, "Five Cauldrons Simmering," and his Rank Dan Xiu cultivation had made considerable progress.

This single burst of fire from his belly was fifty percent more formidable than when he had used it in Ghost Wushan!

The corpse-water monster was just about to slither into the house when it was drenched head to face in thick flames.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The corpse-water evaporated rapidly; the grotesque creature let out piercing, wailing shrieks like a baby crying.

The corpse-water monster splashed apart onto the ground, trying to ooze away, but Xu Yuan's fire spread with it, covering more than half the courtyard.

In no time, it was completely incinerated!

Lin Wanmo's red lips parted slightly as she shot Xu Yuan a startled glance.

Xu Yuan spread his hands: "That guy outside is probably a Spirit Cultivator. My fire in the belly specifically counters him—why not use it?"

Lin Wanmo couldn't help silently shaking her head; she had been too attached to her own assumptions.

Xu Yuan was right—he might be lower in rank than her, but his ability perfectly countered the enemy. Why not let him act?

Lao Qian clutched his chest—so painful!

Each of these bottles and jars was painstakingly cultivated by him; now, unlike in Nan Du, this mountain-side county town had scarce good materials—getting more would be extremely difficult in the future.

"I'll kill you all!"

He snatched up several ceramic jars…

Before he could open them, he saw a figure suddenly soar over the courtyard wall.

While still in midair, the figure spat out: Hu—

Rolling flames transformed into a river of fire, dispelling the thick yin energy around and surging toward him.

Lao Qian stepped forward, placing himself between the jars and the incoming fire.

This kid's a rank-eight Dan Xiu; his fire in the belly is decent—don't hurt my children.

But he's still just a rank-eight Dan Xiu; his fire in the belly can't harm me.

What surprised Lao Qian was that this fellow dared to charge out and launch an offensive.

Xu Yuan's thinking was always direct: Why should I let you exhaust all your tricks one by one, only for me to counter them?

Sorry, I don't have the habit of hiding behind a turtle shell, taking hits without striking back.

As soon as I find an opening, I'll charge out and strike hard.

Xu Yuan, with "Riding the Wind" and "Soaring Clouds" talismans stuck to his legs, leapt effortlessly over the courtyard wall and spat a blast of fire in his direction.

Then he was startled to realize—the Spirit Cultivator had deliberately positioned himself in front of those jars containing the various yin soldiers!

So Xu Yuan unhesitatingly raised his Three-Eyed Firearm.

Such a perfect target—if I don't blast him, I'd be disrespecting my finger on the trigger.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Xu Yuan fired three shots in rapid succession.

The firearm roared like thunder splitting the night sky; the yin soldiers inside the jars grew agitated, restless.

When the first shot rang out, Lao Qian was still thinking of calming his children—but the moment that thought surfaced, his head exploded in the second shot.

Red flesh, white skull fragments, yellow brain matter sprayed outward; the farthest pieces flew over three feet away.

The third shot struck Lao Qian's chest—it was already wasted.

In the instant Xu Yuan charged out, Lin Wanmo's heart skipped a beat! This brat is audacious beyond belief—if he gets hurt, how will I explain to my master in the underworld?

Lin Wanmo rushed out right after him; as she reached the courtyard, she saw Xu Yuan clutching the umbrella she had just given him—she felt slightly relieved: this kid may be reckless, but he's not foolish.

Then came the three thunderous gunshots; Lin Wanmo leapt over the wall and stared in shock as Lao Qian's headless corpse collapsed.

This opponent was at least a rank-seven Spirit Cultivator!

Even if Lin Wanmo didn't need to protect Xu Yuan and fought him without restraint, it would still take considerable effort to subdue him.

Most Craft Cultivators lack the "fire" that counters Spirit Cultivators.

Only a very few, if their opened "spirit orifices" happen to include "orifice-fire," can counter Spirit Cultivators.

Thus, in Lin Wanmo's understanding as a powerful Craft Cultivator, tonight's enemy was quite troublesome.

Although Xu Yuan possessed the "fire in the belly" that countered the enemy, his rank was low—he could only assist from the sidelines.

Yet this kid boldly charged out and blew the enemy's head apart?

An opponent who reached rank-seven shouldn't be this foolish—using his own body to shield the yin soldiers from a Craft-made firearm?

Then Lin Wanmo's mind turned, and she understood: Lao Qian never imagined Xu Yuan possessed a Craft-made firearm.

Lao Qian had extensive combat experience; after the hanging ghost and drowning ghost squads charged through, he knew the Craft Cultivator inside the courtyard was a seasoned old-school Craft Cultivator.

At least equal to her own level.

The higher a Craft Cultivator's rank, the more intense the hostility between old-school and new-school Craft Cultivators.

At Lin Wanmo's level, one would never use new-school creations.

Nor would one allow anyone close to them to use them.

Lin Wanmo was an outlier among the old craftsmen, and he doted on Xu Yuan far too much; not only did he let Xu Yuan use the Three-Eyed Hand Cannon, but Lin Wanmo himself had held his nose and repaired it.

Old Qian never expected Xu Yuan to possess the skills of a new craftsman; seeing an eighth-rank Dan Xiu like Xu Yuan burst forth, spewing fire wildly from his mouth, he naturally stepped forward to protect his own "child," his heart aching.

By all rights, an eighth-rank Dan Xiu should not have had sufficient means to counter-kill a seventh-rank Divine Cultivator.

Thus... with a bang, his head exploded.

Lin Wanmo only thought that Old Qian had suffered the consequences of his own overconfidence, having made a wrong judgment.

He did not know that Xu Yuan's "Eight Directions Wound Sha" fate had also influenced this, just as with the Holy Maiden before.

Old Qian was of a higher level; he made only one small mistake, yet that was enough to cost him his life.

Xu Yuan had already descended from mid-air and happily began gathering the spoils of war.

The Step-Mother watched the surrounding darkness warily: "Let's go back first!"

Although night travel was not forbidden tonight, some hair-raising aura still drifted on the wind through the darkness.

Xu Yuan, being very obedient at this moment, gathered the bottles and jars on the ground, dragged Old Qian's corpse, turned around, and crawled back through the main gate.

The Step-Mother waited until Xu Yuan entered the room before slowly retreating.

Xu Yuan and she were perfectly in sync; after entering the room and setting down the items and the corpse, he stood by the window and spat a mouthful of belly fire toward the cage in the courtyard that imprisoned the Hanging Ghosts.

The Hanging Ghosts let out a shrill, tragic scream before turning into blue-green ash one by one.

When Lin Wanmo retreated into the room, all the Hanging Ghosts had been refined; she waved her hand, the cage reformed into window lattice, and with a clack-clack-clack, automatically reinstalled itself onto the window.

The house's defenses were now without any flaws.

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