Chapter 71: Another Gift Arrives, My Luck Is Unbelievably Good!

Cold.

So cold!

Xiao Buye subconsciously thrust out both hands to clutch his throat, desperately trying to stem the blood gushing like a spring.

But it was of no use.

Blood kept spurting from his entire neck.

His head even detached from his body from that movement, thudding onto the ground with a "thump."

The head on the ground stared with wide eyes, fixed on Chen Zheng, as if questioning why he suddenly dealt a killing blow.

But it could no longer speak.

Dead, eyes unclosed.

……

Liu Suiyun, Qing Ling Daoist, and four Free Cultivators who witnessed the scene all felt a chilling dread.

If they did not missee, Chen Zheng had merely flicked his finger, and Xiao Buye's neck snapped.

As for which divine skill he employed, no one could discern.

It was too fast!

What terrifying power is that?

Even a cultivator with Divine Skill Double could not slay Xiao Buye while he showed no reaction.

Xiao Buye possessed the strength of two hundred mystic yellow flaming horses, truly a top among Divine Skill Single!

Moreover, Chen Zheng and Xiao Buye's son were from the same sect; why would he strike down the father of a fellow sect member?

Everyone was full of doubt.

But they also knew the priority was to flee, lest Chen Zheng suddenly attack them.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!

The four Free Cultivators and Qing Ling Daoist, without a word, immediately gathered their mana and shot upward.

Free Cultivators are like that: when the situation looks bad they decisively escape, saying no needless words.

Compared with cultivators from great powers, they are downright slippery.

After all, the cultivation world is brutally harsh; cultivators are often extreme, and those without a background who fail to read the times struggle to survive.

"Senior Liu, why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid I might kill you?" Chen Zheng asked, smiling at Liu Suiyun who remained in place.

"Brother Chen, you jest. I know you are not one to slaughter innocents. The reason you killed Xiao Buye must be that his son offended you," Liu Suiyun replied.

Liu Suiyun forced a thin smile, his complexion looking extremely unnatural.

In truth he was also quite frightened and wanted to flee, but he and Chen Zheng were acquainted enough to know each other's character.

He recalled that earlier in Qing Ling Daoist's courtyard, Chen Zheng had asked whether his alliance with Xiao Buye was forced; if coerced by Xiao Buye, then the plan to ride the Swift Wind Divine Eagle to the Feather Ascension Gate would be abandoned.

At that time he felt gratified, thinking he had not misjudged him; Chen Zheng was a man of gratitude and repayment.

"Indeed, Xiao Shi has already been executed by me; only now have I eradicated the root, eliminating Xiao Buye," he said.

Chen Zheng nodded slightly, then shifted his tone, "Senior Liu, I am here to carry out the True Transmission mission, to slay the Ghost‑Killer Thief. Stay here with me and await his return. Once I kill him, his head will be yours."

"The head of the Ghost‑Killer Thief belongs to me? Aren't you planning to bring it back to the Feather Ascension Gate? Moreover, Xuan Gui Pavilion has issued a bounty; presenting the head as proof will earn a generous reward," Liu Suiyun swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"I don't need it."

Chen Zheng shook his head, offering no further explanation, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Buye's corpse, saying, "Take everything on his body as well, senior."

"Alright, thank you!"

Liu Suiyun said no more.

Chen Zheng was different now; he dared not ask any more.

"Got rich!"

He excitedly picked up the long sword that fell from Xiao Buye, then meticulously felt his corpse inch by inch, even prying open every hidden cavity that might conceal treasure.

Seeing this, Chen Zheng couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. He had already inspected Xiao Buye and found he possessed only a single exquisite spirit artifact, and his pills were so few they wouldn't even fill a mouth.

To the other Free Cultivators, it was a windfall.

"Damn! Who's so audacious to ruin my Misty Array and trespass onto my Ghost‑Killer Island?"

Liu Suiyun had just finished searching the corpse, feeling elated, when a coarse, angry shout rang from outside the island.

Then a mushroom cloud as black as ink drifted from the horizon, seething with murderous aura.

Within the cloud stood a massive, half‑naked, muscular brute, two skulls tattooed on his chest, wielding a huge ghost‑headed greatsword.

Two others stood beside the brute.

One was a white‑robed scholar, holding a white folding fan, exuding an antiquated charm, but his eyes were sinister, clearly not a benevolent type.

The other was a middle‑aged man with three long strands of beard, his skin a purplish black, as if long exposed to scorching sun or cultivated some strange technique.

"Brother Chen, that brute is the Ghost‑Killer Thief. The white‑robed scholar is the 39th‑ranked Poison Lord, and his fan is a treasure. The purplish‑black middle‑aged man is even more formidable, the 38th‑ranked Death Island Lord, said to have reached Divine Skill Triple Yuan Gang Realm, his body brimming with lethal Tian Gang aura, never leaving a living mouth. We're in trouble now!"

Seeing the three, Liu Suiyun was instantly shocked, the spirit artifact he had just obtained instantly lost its appeal, his face full of terror.

This novel you have reached.

Never did I expect that I came merely to kill the Ghost‑Killer Thief, only to provoke two other great thieves, including the terrifying Death Island Lord.

"Death Island Lord?"

Chen Zheng's eyes brightened.

He had been seeking the Death Island Lord to seize his exquisite treasure, and didn't expect the man to come knocking on his own.

What luck!

It seems his estimate when leaving the Feather Ascension Gate last time was wrong; his luck is not just average, but excellent.

If his luck were poor, how could he, after only a few days out, first encounter Wang Molin delivering a Seven‑Scourge Gourd, then Hai Shan delivering a Seven‑Kill Sword Formation?

Now the Master of Deadly Island has again walked into the net.

However, judging from the situation, that supreme treasure of the Master of Deadly Island seems not to be on his person.

This is also normal; some cultivators' magic treasures are overly huge, so large that even storage magic treasures cannot contain them, making them inconvenient to carry when going out, so they leave them in their own lair.

The Master of Deadly Island is just like that.

Later, once he captures this person, he can force them to reveal where the treasure is.

"You two dogs, dare to destroy my island-protecting grand formation—die!"

In the flash of Chen Zheng's thoughts, the three bandits had already come from far to near, not far from the island.

The ghost-fiend bandit gave a ferocious grin, impatiently brandishing his ghost-head great blade, and slammed it forward with mighty force.

Swish!

A black blade light over a hundred zhang long, like lightning tearing through the sky, came howling to slash at the two.

"Brother Chen Zheng, dodge quickly!"

Before the blade's aura reached them, an endless murderous qi surged forward, startling Liu Suyun so much his scalp went numb; he hurriedly warned Chen Zheng and prepared to dodge.

Yet Chen Zheng remained motionless, and suddenly a gourd appeared in his hand.

From the gourd's mouth seven flying swords shot out simultaneously, soaring to the heavens, sword qi crisscrossing, vicious qi shooting up to the sky, shattering that black blade light like tearing through rotten stalks.

The seven flying swords lost no momentum, their speed so great that Liu Suyun could not even discern their trajectories.

The swords flashed and struck down again.

Swish!

Liu Suyun only felt his vision blur, and then he saw an astonishing sight.

Only see that in the mushroom cloud, the ghost-fiend bandit and the poison lord's bodies suddenly stiffened, then their heads flew high, blood spraying into the void.

The two bandits died instantly.

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Liu Suyun gulped down a mouthful of saliva hard.

(End of chapter)