Chapter 242: Quirks won't be despised!

"How is that possible?"

Hu Meiniang widened her beautiful eyes, her face and eyes full of disbelief.

Whether it was Wang Ping'an killing the Netherworld Organization's assassin, or the Netherworld Organization's assassin killing Wang Ping'an, she actually didn't care much.

In life-and-death battles, success naturally brings failure; even an impossible battle outcome has a chance to occur, even if that chance is small.

She naturally wouldn't care much about the outcome between Wang Ping'an and the Netherworld Organization's assassin.

What shocked her was that a Paper Person appeared behind the Netherworld Organization, holding a Sword Apparatus; with her eyesight, she could clearly see that the Sword Apparatus in the Paper Person's hand was condensed from Sword Qi.

It's not at all inferior to a magical artifact!

Only this could pierce the Netherworld Organization's assassin; otherwise, even an ordinary Sword Apparatus, even if the assassin were off‑guard, could hardly wound him, let alone kill him.

Who let the Netherworld Organization's assassin wear a set of defensive magical‑artifact clothing!

However.

Besides the Paper Person behind the Netherworld Organization's assassin, there is also a Paper Person on the back of the Peregrine Falcon Little Gray, using one talisman after another.

It's either a Thunderstrike Talisman or a Golden Light Talisman!

This is the concrete reason why the Paper Person behind the Netherworld Organization's assassin could succeed in a sneak attack!

"One mind, multiple uses?"

Hu Meiniang frowned slightly; ordinary cultivators aren't incapable of doing multiple things at once, but it's difficult, and they usually only manage a modest level—like in the midst of battle, doing multiple things at once is something hardly any cultivator can achieve.

What's more, doing it from a distance!

It's practically doubly difficult!

"Thud!"

As the Paper Person behind the Netherworld Organization's assassin pulled out the Sword Apparatus that had pierced his heart, the assassin fell like a bird with a broken wing, hitting the ground hard and kicking up dust; but if you look closely, you can still see reluctance on his face.

His gaze was locked tightly on the Paper Person above!

It was as if the image of the Paper Person was deeply etched into his mind; the resentment on his face showed that even in death he could not forget it.

It seemed he hoped that in his next life he would be reborn and find Wang Ping'an to take revenge.

"Ding! You have slain an evil cultivator who has committed countless evils; congratulations, you earn a reward: Merit +2310!"

A mechanical, cold voice sounded in his mind; Wang Ping'an's expression changed slightly—he never expected that the Netherworld Organization's assassin who had just died at his hand would contribute over two thousand Merit.

This was a gain he had never had during this period of repeatedly killing back‑stabbing evil cultivators and monsters.

"Indeed, he deserved to die!"

Wang Ping'an snorted coldly, controlling the Paper Person to swiftly descend from the sky to beside the Netherworld Organization's assassin's corpse.

Although he didn't know who this Netherworld Organization assassin sent to intercept him was, from the over two thousand Merit he gained, it was clear that this person had surely done many deeds that provoked heaven and resentment.

Otherwise.

No matter what, it's impossible for him to suddenly gain over two thousand Merit!

Thinking of this, Wang Ping'an's mood became extraordinarily complex; it seemed the Netherworld Organization he learned about from Hu Rui was even more evil than he imagined, and he didn't know how much Merit eradicating the Netherworld Organization would yield.

Although.

This might be a dream!

The fact that the Netherworld Organization can exist openly suggests its power may be even more terrifying than he guessed.

But he still wanted to strive; regardless of whether he could completely eradicate the Netherworld Organization, killing more of its assassins would yield abundant Merit, allowing him to quickly improve the skills he acquires. "Is he frightened by the corpse?"

Hu Meiniang watched Wang Ping'an descend from the sky to before the Netherworld Organization's assassin's corpse, looking like an idiot, motionless, and couldn't help but complain.

Before she finished speaking, Hu Meiniang shook her head, dispelling the complaint from her mind, and looked at the excitement on Wang Ping'an's face.

Obviously, he wasn't frightened by the Netherworld Organization's assassin's corpse!

On the contrary.

He was very likely attracted to it!

"Perhaps what Hu Jiushisan said is true—he has a quirk, a quirk of enjoying killing others!"

Hu Meiniang said thoughtfully.

Upon thinking this, Hu Meiniang felt no dislike toward Wang Ping'an; the quirk of enjoying killing others, though not a good habit, but is her quirk perhaps a good habit?

Moreover, Wang Ping'an doesn't slaughter innocents indiscriminately; even if it's to satisfy his quirk, he doesn't leak wealth but instead lures out evil cultivators or monsters with ill intent, or has people go post missions in the Netherworld Organization.

This is enough to show that Wang Ping'an's moral standard is higher than that of the vast majority of evil cultivators and even monsters.

After a long while, Wang Ping'an woke from his excitement; although he may have found a monster‑hunting group—the Netherworld Organization that could grant him abundant Merit—his current strength is still too weak.

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The assassin of the Netherworld Organization lying dead before his hand, though unknown who he was, would likely be an ordinary assassin within the Netherworld Organization.

Precisely because it was such an ordinary assassin, he found him extraordinarily troublesome; even the evil cultivators and monsters he had slain these past days could not match this assassin, and unless he caught the assassin off‑guard and attacked from behind, it was still questionable whether he could kill him.

Even an ordinary assassin is this hard to deal with; wanting to eradicate—or rather, merely wanting to resolve the other assassins in the Netherworld Organization—is certainly no simple matter.

His top priority is still to work hard to raise his cultivation!

Wang Ping'an came to, took a deep breath, and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air; he strode up to the Netherworld Organization's assassin, saw the clothing on him, and his eyes showed curiosity.

When he appeared behind the assassin and, taking advantage of his carelessness, attacked with a Sword Apparatus, he clearly felt that the assassin's clothing gave rise to an energy preparing to block his assault.

If it weren't for his Sword Apparatus, constantly nurtured by the Technique of Sword Nurturing, and furthermore the extraordinary Sword Control Technique, it would probably be difficult to pierce the defensive power of the Netherworld Organization's assassin's magical‑artifact clothing.

Of course.

Given his cultivation, he doesn't need this set of magical‑artifact clothing; according to his estimate, it is probably a primary magical artifact.

It's not a formidable magical artifact, and besides, he possesses a defensive magical technique.

It is enough to match—no, it surpasses this set of magical‑artifact clothing.

He would be curious about this set of magical‑artifact clothing, wanting to learn its forging method to make several more sets for his mother and his grandparents to use.

"Ding! You have carefully examined the primary magical artifact 'Snow Cicada Robe'; congratulations, you receive the reward: Snow Cicada Robe 【Entry Level】!"

Wang Ping'an took off the Netherworld Organization assassin's clothes, examined them thoroughly, and in his mind a mechanical, cold voice immediately sounded.

Afterwards.

Wang Ping'an couldn't wait to take off the Netherworld Organization assassin's pants!

Seeing this, Hu Meiniang said with a strange expression: "No, he's poor to this extent? Even wanting this kind of junk?"

(End of chapter)