Chapter 639: Feng Yanrong

In peaceful times, how dare evil cultivators act so arrogantly, mass slaughter not enough, they even devour others' souls—does the Great Xia Court care nothing?

Feng Yanrong's face darkened, yet her handsome features gained a hint of flavor; she coldly stared at the pile of corpses on the ground, her eyes blazing with fury like fire—before she finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in her peripheral vision, and she snapped angrily:

Bold!

The black shadow was another paper person under Wang Ping'an's control; he was manipulating the paper person with all his might, as if sucking milk from it.

He rushed at top speed to the nearby wreckage of that paper person, picked up the storage bag that had fallen on the ground; inside, besides the loot scavenged from Zhang Fu and Zuo He, there was also his Small Five Elements Sword Formation.

He was poor by habit—how could he bear to discard the Small Five Elements Sword Formation he had painstakingly refined?

He could only control another paper person, taking advantage of Feng Yanrong's inattention to pick up the one fallen in an inconspicuous spot; the first thing he noticed when his first paper person was destroyed by Feng Yanrong was the paper person lying on the ground.

Of course.

He still knew Feng Yanrong meant well, even if her good intentions caused harm; in this world, those willing to act righteously are few and far between.

His recent act of devouring warrior after warrior's souls looked just like an evil cultivator's mischief, so Feng Yanrong's misunderstanding was completely understandable.

As a man of stature, he naturally wouldn't stoop to arguing with Feng Yanrong over trivial matters.

Otherwise.

Just because Feng Yanrong destroyed his paper person without a word, he was the first not to let her off—how could he possibly merely control another paper person to pick up the storage bag fallen on the ground?

He had long been looking for trouble with Feng Yanrong!

Clang!

As Feng Yanrong finished speaking, she plucked the strings; the prelude to 'The World's First Famous Sword Melody' arose, like successive sword chants ringing out.

The next moment.

One after another, various sword apparatuses took shape.

Long swords, short swords, giant swords……

Every sort of sword apparatus in the world appeared with the music, like arrows released from a bow, each producing a different tearing-through-air sound; at extreme speed they shot toward Wang Ping'an to chase and kill him.

Wang Ping'an's controlled paper person heard the sword chants behind it, couldn't help glancing back; the man himself, far away in the Le Family's cottage, almost popped his eyes out.

He had never seen so many sword apparatuses in the world; hurriedly he took out talisman after talisman from his storage bag and flung them backward.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The thrown talismans instantly turned into barrage after barrage of fierce spells, colliding with the incoming sword apparatuses; after only a dozen or so long swords were damaged, Wang Ping'an hadn't even had time to rejoice.

In his peripheral vision he saw that, as Feng Yanrong plucked the strings and played 'The World's First Famous Sword Melody,' yet another batch of sword apparatuses formed.

'Damn, what profession is this, so handsome?'

Wang Ping'an watched Feng Yanrong cross-legged on a spirit deer's back, pursuing him; a flicker of envy crossed his eyes, he cursed silently, seeing the ever-increasing numbers of different sword apparatuses hunting him, and sent a mental message:

'Fairy, we have no grudge; what you see may not be real—I am no evil cultivator; why don't we just shake hands and make peace?'

While speaking, Wang Ping'an didn't wait for Feng Yanrong's reply, tossing out stack after stack of talismans—not to sneak attack her while she was distracted, but because if he didn't act, the incoming sword apparatuses would soon overtake him, and his paper person would be shredded into dust by the various swords. 'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

Again, explosions rang out; Wang Ping'an's tossed talisman stacks barely destroyed the first wave of attacking swords, yet more swords kept coming endlessly.

'No wonder you're an evil cultivator steeped in wickedness—your preparations are more than sufficient!'

Feng Yanrong played 'The World's First Famous Sword Melody' while watching Wang Ping'an's countermeasures; seeing him toss talisman stacks as if they were free—though they were only low- and mid-grade talismans, their sheer quantity was worth a good many spirit stones—she snorted, hearing the mental message about Wang Ping'an in her mind, somewhat surprised but not panicked.

She realized she might have underestimated this evil cultivator Wang Ping'an; she never expected him to have honed his voice transmission technique to such a degree, penetrating her magical and spiritual power to send sound into her mind.

'What you see isn't necessarily true!'

Feng Yanrong snorted, not believing a single punctuation mark of Wang Ping'an's words; everyone knows that an evil cultivator who can survive amidst relentless pursuit while still doing evil must be a silver-tongued master, she laughed:

'How about this: let's sit down and chat—I'd like to see if you can convince me!'

She had personally witnessed Wang Ping'an devouring warrior after warrior's souls; wary of misunderstanding, she observed for a long time, and indeed saw that after Wang Ping'an consumed those souls, his own spirit had markedly increased.

One who strengthens his own spirit by devouring others' souls—if you claim he isn't an evil cultivator, not even she would believe it, let alone a three-year-old child.

What's more,

This novel you have reached

She noticed, however, that the warriors' corpses on the ground wore uniform attire, clearly belonging to a certain clan's guards—such people would hardly engage in murder and robbery.

Thus it's unlikely they ambushed Wang Ping'an; rather, Wang Ping'an ambushed them, seeking to devour their souls and practice some evil art to bolster his spirit and cultivation.

Well……

Wang Ping'an was about to agree, after all he wasn't some battle maniac who loved picking fights for no reason.

He was an extremely kind person who believed it best to avoid conflict if possible.

He and Feng Yanrong had no grudge; even if he slew her, he would hardly gain any merit.

Someone who delights in righteous deeds is surely a good person; if he truly dared to slay Feng Yanrong, the system deducting his merit would hardly surprise him.

A pointless endeavor……

Unless he was addle‑brained, how could he possibly waste time with Feng Yanrong playing a chase‑and‑kill game?

Just that.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Feng Yanrong not only not stopping, but actually speeding up her playing; as the music sounded, the sword apparatuses that appeared were twice as many as before.

Seeing this, Wang Ping'an instantly understood that Feng Yanrong's 'let's chat' was merely teasing him; he flared up, shouting, 'Damn, do you really think I'm easy to bully?'

(End of chapter)