Chapter 105: I Have Immortal Medicine (Extra Chapter 9)

Little Wei Yuan simply stuck the long sword by the bed, grabbed the person's head, and directly sealed their sea of consciousness with Dao power. This person hid themselves extremely well; there was only a faint glimmer of light in their sea of consciousness. Fortunately, Little Wei Yuan possessed the Divine Listening ability, so he saw that hidden glimmer.

This guy was not an ordinary Dao Foundation cultivator; he had hidden his Dao Foundation almost seamlessly. If it weren't for being caught by the Tinghai Xianjun's Feng Shui formation disk due to karma, even if Little Wei Yuan had passed by face-to-face without specifically probing, he wouldn't have noticed the abnormality and would have just thought he was an ordinary Body Forging cultivator.

Since Little Wei Yuan had already seen the Dao Foundation, it was useless for this person to act terrified. It had to be said that the acting was truly realistic, making even Little Wei Yuan doubt his own judgment. If people like Mobile Corps Commander Liao or Ren Youwei came, they would have to take this person as their master in terms of acting.

It was just that overacting wasn't good either; it was somewhat exaggerated. For example, Little Wei Yuan felt that he had clearly come to the door with the posture of seeking wealth, so why did this person act as if it were more serious than killing them?

However, the hidden Dao Foundation couldn't be fake, and the Tinghai Xianjun's Feng Shui formation disk wouldn't make a mistake. Little Wei Yuan sneered inwardly: Since you want to act, then I'll let you act to your heart's content!

A Dao Foundation cultivator with a sealed sea of consciousness in Little Wei Yuan's hands was just a lump of clay, to be kneaded however he pleased. Even the Immortal Foundation of the King of Brightness Palace could only be at his mercy; all struggles were just entertainment.

Little Wei Yuan pressed down casually with peerless force, pinning the young cultivator face-down on the bed.

Who would have thought that the struggle would suddenly become several times more intense? Great force surged from nowhere, like a fish out of water, struggling and twisting desperately, actually pushing away Little Wei Yuan's large hand and managing to flip over.

Little Wei Yuan was stunned, but it didn't matter much which side was up; it was just a matter of sequence. A thorough check was necessary. Little Wei Yuan wouldn't be at ease until he found all the hidden backhands and powerful magic tools on the person.

After pinning them down, Little Wei Yuan's hand reached into their bosom, groping carefully. But as soon as his claw landed, he pressed against a large patch of flesh.

Little Wei Yuan was stunned. A woman?

The young cultivator's face flushed red, biting their lower lip, gaze shifting to the side. Although they had suffered some humiliation, the other party now knew their true identity. Since they were into that kind of thing, they should let them go now.

Who would have thought that while Little Wei Yuan was surprised, the movements of his hands didn't stop at all.

Having achieved Dao Foundation, there were many usable Dao techniques. Even the storybooks in the Lying Flat Inn could write flowers about it; cultivators only knew how to play even more wildly.

For example, many illusion techniques could make people take the false for the real—meaning there was nothing there, but not only could it make you see it, it could make you touch and perceive it, while in reality, you were just messing with air. In some extremely brilliant illusion techniques, someone might even think they had been killed, and even if the thing killing them didn't exist, that person would truly die.

Illusion techniques were like this, and there were even more Dao techniques and magic tools that could achieve similar effects. Taking a step back, even if what Little Wei Yuan touched was truly a piece of flesh, that wasn't a reason to stop. This person was a character whose karma was locked by the Tinghai Xianjun's formation disk; they could never be innocent. If Little Wei Yuan didn't search them thoroughly, there might be a risk to his life.

Searching a cultivator was different from searching an ordinary person. A cultivator's physical body also had many uses; some used the false to cultivate the real, some simply wore a shell over their true body, some refined parts of themselves into magic tools, and others simply hid powerful magic tools inside their physical bodies. For instance, although the belt bestowed by the Tinghai Xianjun was tied around Little Wei Yuan's waist, that silk thread was actually extracted by Little Wei Yuan and sealed in his left hand. Anyone who only focused on pulling Little Wei Yuan's belt would have to taste the flavor of the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense.

Besides, this person's appearance could only be considered delicate among men, and among female cultivators, it was just ordinary. Little Wei Yuan had grown up watching immortal figures like Bao Yun and Ji Liuli; if it were them... Little Wei Yuan immediately banished these thoughts from his mind; thinking too much was also prone to being struck by lightning.

Having said that, even Little Wei Yuan himself had a much better appearance than her. Therefore, in Little Wei Yuan's eyes, this person was no different from wood or stone. He didn't care at all what she thought; finishing the work at hand was what mattered. Just as the storybooks said, such an ordinary appearance didn't deserve karma.

Little Wei Yuan searched carefully like this, and he really did find quite a few magic tools, talismans, spiritual materials, and elixirs; in the blink of an eye, a small pile was placed to the side. Moreover, this person really had hidden several things inside their physical body, and none of them escaped Little Wei Yuan's demonic claws. Little Wei Yuan searched all the way through like this, and the person struggled more and more intensely, their face turning from red to purple.

How could Little Wei Yuan care about how a fish on a chopping board jumped? He continued deeper.

Danger!!

A warning sign suddenly flashed through Little Wei Yuan's heart; the degree of danger was almost comparable to facing the Northern Liao Snow Eagle! In this instant, Little Wei Yuan thought of many, many things...

Then he felt that the Northern Liao Snow Eagle couldn't kill him either, and there was no rush to use the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, transforming into a deep, secluded hall, with dilapidated scenes everywhere. The pedestals on both sides were empty, and it was unknown what had been worshipped there. In the center was also a statue, but the head and half the body were gone, leaving only the lower half. The incomplete statue was covered in dried bloodstains. There wasn't a trace of lamp light in the hall, only a few rays of moonlight penetrating through half a door and a hole in the roof.

Both that person and Little Wei Yuan appeared in the center of the great hall, with Little Wei Yuan pressing her down and searching deeper. At this moment, time seemed to stand still; Little Wei Yuan's consciousness was clear, yet he couldn't move a fraction. On that person's body, the phantom of a beautiful woman in red opened her eyes, her pupils indifferent, without a trace of emotion. She stood up, supported Little Wei Yuan's chin, and blew a mouthful of cold air between Little Wei Yuan's mouth and nose!

This breath was bone-chillingly cold and filled with the power of incense wishes, not at all like the breath of a living person. After this Yin energy entered Little Wei Yuan's mouth and nose, it went straight into his sea of consciousness, transforming into a strand of Yin wind capable of annihilating all things and eroding Dharma Forms!

It was just that the Yin wind circled the vast land, unable to find anything to blow on for a moment...

It clearly possessed a certain level of intelligence; initially, it instinctively wanted to blow onto the ground, but immediately pulled back. Fortunately, it saw that Yushan, so it rushed over excitedly and blew fiercely against the mountain!

The Yushan remained unmoved.

The Yin wind capable of severely injuring a Dharma Form disappeared just like that, without even scraping off a bit of residue. Theoretically, the easiest thing to blow should have been that withered branch, but for some reason, the Yin wind refused to blow there. However, after being blown like this, another strand of Little Wei Yuan's newly acquired Qi Luck vanished into thin air.

The red-clothed woman's eyes suddenly gained intelligence, as if someone had borrowed her eyes to look deeply at Little Wei Yuan once, before disappearing.

The dilapidated great hall vanished, and the surroundings returned to the original room. That person was still being pressed by Little Wei Yuan, maintaining a posture of futile struggle. It was just that Little Wei Yuan's face felt cool; pieces of fake whiskers and fake eyebrows drifted down rustlingly, all disguise Dao techniques having been blown away by the red-clothed woman's mouthful of Yin wind.

That mouthful of Yin wind was actually extremely powerful, ignoring Little Wei Yuan's physical body and going straight into his sea of consciousness. Even a True Person's Dharma Form would be severely injured if struck, already possessing a shadow of the Tinghai Xianjun's divine sense ignoring defenses. It was just that this kind of direct attack on the Dao Foundation Dharma Form met its natural nemesis when it encountered Little Wei Yuan; a small wind met the earth, and there was nowhere to blow, and hard blowing was just sweeping the floor.

However, even so, the Yin wind still blew away one of Little Wei Yuan's strands of Qi Luck, which was truly quite powerful.

Little Wei Yuan suddenly remembered something: why were there only two strands of Qi Luck left just now? Where did the other one go?

After a moment of stunned silence, Little Wei Yuan accelerated his hand movements, preparing to finish searching this person quickly so he could go back and find that guy next door. Although that guy next door was only a mortal, the fact that a strand of otherworldly Qi Luck had vanished for his sake meant he must have a great secret!

At this moment, the woman being pressed looked fixedly at Little Wei Yuan's face, her struggle weakening by ninety percent, blushing silently as she endured until Little Wei Yuan finished.

!.

Little Wei Yuan finally found four or five powerful magic tools on her; he really couldn't tell she could hide so much under her thin clothes.

Little Wei Yuan waved his hand, putting everything into the silk thread space, then lifted the person and exited through the window, flying toward the Lying Flat Inn. In the blink of an eye, Little Wei Yuan returned to the room in the neighboring courtyard. The young man whose body had been hollowed out was currently spread-eagled, firmly stuck to the wall by Dao techniques.

Little Wei Yuan put down the woman he was carrying, pointed to the bed, and said: "Go over there and sit properly, don't play any tricks."

"Mm." She nodded, obediently walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Little Wei Yuan pulled over a chair, sat down with a thud, and looked back and forth between these two guys, getting angrier the more he looked. He had relied on unremitting effort to achieve sudden enlightenment in secret techniques, and only after great difficulty did he obtain three strands of Qi Luck. It hadn't even been the time it takes to eat a meal, and he had inexplicably wasted two strands on these two guys?

The more Little Wei Yuan thought about it, the more he hated it, especially this guy stuck to the wall.

Never mind Dao Foundation, this guy hadn't even started cultivating Blood Merging, and his temperament was greedy for life and afraid of death, not knowing what was what. Holding a storybook and reading it endlessly without restraint. At the time, Little Wei Yuan felt he couldn't stir up any trouble, so he stuck him to the wall with Dao techniques, and because he was a bit worried, he added a strand of Qi Luck to seal and suppress him, before going to catch the second person with karma.

As a result, just in the time it took to search a body, this guy had consumed an entire strand of Qi Luck? Even the young master of the Liao tribe wasn't this expensive in terms of Qi Luck!

Besides, it was just searching a body; how much time could it take?

This guy clearly had something to hide, wanting to play the pig to eat the tiger. But now that he had fallen into Little Wei Yuan's hands and was sealed by Qi Luck, unless he was an Tinghai Xianjun, there was no possibility of a comeback. Since he wanted to play the pig, Little Wei Yuan decided to treat him like a pig.

Little Wei Yuan had plenty of ways to deal with someone like this who indulged in storybooks and stayed up late without sleeping. He immediately drew his long sword and thrust it under the man's crotch, the blade cutting through layers of clothing, only a hair's breadth away from flesh.

"Speak! Who are you? If there is half a word of falsehood, I will cut that tiny thing of yours into pieces!" Little Wei Yuan's voice was stern. This shout not only scared the person on the wall half to death, but also startled the person on the bed.

However, seeing this scene, the woman on the bed felt that it was different from what she had originally thought; it seemed that nothing had happened between these two. Could it be that this hateful guy holding the sword wasn't actually that bad?

The young man on the wall was trembling like chaff again, but not knowing where the courage came from, he stiffened his neck and said angrily: "Where am I tiny?!"

But as he moved, his lower body's skin and flesh grazed the sword's edge, and he felt a sudden chill. He was nearly scared out of his wits, his previous courage vanishing instantly. He cried out, "Great King, spare my life! I still have a bottle of immortal medicine on me. Take one pill each morning, noon, and night, and it cures all ailments!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 106 =====