Chapter 162

But each Saintess who emerges is never the same. It's as if they live only three hundred years. Xu Chen followed the plot: "Can the Saintess cure Gu Poison?" Qin Xiran nodded: "I have some knowledge of medicine, and I understand Gu Poison to a degree."

Recently, I spent half a month investigating the martial world and finally discovered this Gu Poison contains both Gu and potent toxins. Inside the Puppet's body is a Puppet Crystal, like a heart.

To destroy the Puppet, you must shatter the Puppet Crystal—I'll handle the Gu Poison afterward." Xu Chen said: "Then I rely on the Saintess." He was about to step forward when Feng Qianling beside him laughed: "Miss, I am Feng Qianling, Saint Son of Fengsha Tower."

I have some injuries—could you possibly heal me? Just looking at your delicate hands, you must possess miraculous healing skills…" The implication was clear—he sought to take advantage of Qin Xiran.

The crowd silently cursed Feng Qianling; according to the traditional nature of the Cihang Jingzhai Saintess to save the dying and heal the wounded, she would truly act.

After all, the Cihang Jingzhai Saintess is truly a saintly mother—each one cannot bear to see others hurt. Feng Qianling knew this well, which is why he dared speak so lightly. Thus, the crowd nodded inwardly—poor Qin Xiran. She'd surely be taken advantage of soon.

Feng Qianling's lips curled upward. Come quickly, use your jade hand to heal me.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

But the next second, Qin Xiran's sword automatically unsheathed. Instantly, countless sword shadows erupted, lifting Feng Qianling into the air and striking him repeatedly.

Ten thousand sword shadows struck Feng Qianling's body. "Boom!"

Soon, Feng Qianling was covered in ten thousand sword cuts.

Though she didn't kill him, his body was now riddled with wounds. "Boom!"

Finally, sword qi slammed Feng Qianling into the ground—the earth shattered instantly, dust swirling. Qin Xiran's face was icy, her eyes filled with revulsion: "Go." The crowd stared, dumbfounded. What the hell!

Is this really the Cihang Jingzhai Saintess? Isn't this a demoness?

He's still injured, and you give him ten thousand sword cuts? Has this generation's Saintess switched careers?

Xu Chen blinked. This was truly absurd.

In his past life, he'd tried to take advantage of Qin Xiran too.

Back then, Qin Xiran had been furious but hadn't gone this far—she'd only threatened to cut him down.

Now Feng Qianling had actually been slashed ten thousand times by Qin Xiran! What kind of grudge?

Could it be… Qin Xiran's also gone insane? Xu Chen cautiously tested: "Miss Qin, lately I've felt my Cultivation Method is blocked—Spiritual Qi is obstructed. Are my meridians damaged? Could you check my pulse?" He extended his right hand. The crowd gasped—Young Alliance Leader, aren't you afraid of getting ten thousand sword cuts? Brave, truly brave.

For a moment, everyone thought Xu Chen was doomed.

But the next second, they were stunned to see Qin Xiran smile. Her laughter was sweet, her gaze radiant: "Of course, I'm happy to serve the Young Master." She gently extended her jade hand and took his pulse. The crowd: "…………" Is this really the Cihang Jingzhai Saintess?

Then they saw Qin Xiran's face flush red: "Your pulse is perfectly smooth—you're teasing me again, how annoying!" She stomped her jade foot slightly, visibly flustered. The crowd: "…" Xu Chen: "…………" Miss, watch your words—we've only just met this lifetime. Dammit, she's broken again.

Broken in a wildly absurd way.

The former White Lotus Saintess Qin Xiran was gone. Now there was only Qin Xiran, fiercely protecting him. Xu Chen feigned calm: "Apologies, I was just testing your abilities—there are many impostors in the martial world."

"Now I see, Miss Qin is truly the Divine Physician, heir to Cihang Jingzhai—I am impressed." The crowd spat inwardly—you're good at making excuses; you were clearly trying to take advantage.

But Qin Xiran willingly let him take advantage—this was just insane! Yi Bingrou, Huo Qilin, and the other women nearby glared in fury.

Damn Qin Xiran—she must've been reborn too, otherwise why would she be so happy being taken advantage of?

Hmph! Xu Chen hasn't even touched our hands, yet you got to touch his! How infuriating! Qin Xiran softly said: "If it's the Young Master, it's fine." The crowd: "…"

Damn, it feels like we just got fed dog food.

The crowd couldn't take it anymore and hurriedly said: "Young Alliance Leader, let's get inside!" Xu Chen nodded: "Miss Qin, stay behind me—let Fengsha Tower go first." Fengsha Tower's faces turned green again. Sure, it's true—but can't you just not say it out loud?

Fuck, saying it makes us look like idiots. But they had to pretend not to hear—if they left now, they'd miss the intel, and Yang Hao would kill them. Qin Xiran smiled lightly: "Of course."

Then Fengsha Tower led the way, followed by Ye Xuan, then Xu Chen and the others behind them. Soon, they all felt intense heat and extreme cold. Xu Chen looked up: on the left was white frost—anyone who touched it froze solid; on the right, roaring flames spread endlessly, igniting clothing on contact. In the middle was a narrow path—passing through meant enduring Cold Ice and Blazing Flame. In other words, to cross, you must break the Cold Ice and Blazing Flame. "This is just the outer perimeter of the Cold Ice and Blazing Flame—the true core lies within."

"But we must enter the inner area first to break the Array," Duanmu Xin said according to her understanding.

Xu Chen ordered: "Fengsha Tower, test the outer Cold Ice and Blazing Flame." He meant nothing else—he just wanted Fengsha Tower to sacrifice a few. Fengsha Tower's faces turned ashen. Damn Xu Chen, so ruthless.

But they had no choice—they sent forward several Sixth Grade cultivators. "Ah!"

Instantly, those Sixth Grade cultivators either froze into ice or burned to death—all within ten seconds. "Gasp!"

The crowd drew in a sharp breath. The Cold Ice and Blazing Flame was this terrifying?

"Let Xiran try. In Cihang Jingzhai, I've broken ice and fire like this before."

As she spoke, Qin Xiran moved her Divine Sense. "Shhh!"

Her long sword instantly unsheathed, slicing forward with lethal intent, striking straight down the central path.

In an instant, a colossal sword qi tore through space and crashed down. The flames and ice were shattered—the flames extinguished instantly, the ice exploded into fragments.

Soon, the scorching heat and freezing cold vanished…

Withered grass and ashes drifted down; countless corpses of humans and beasts emerged, piled into mountains—dense, countless, uncountable.

"Gasp!"

The crowd drew in another sharp breath. They hadn't expected such a dark scene beneath the Cold Ice and Blazing Flame. Qin Xiran coldly said: "It seems this was man-made."

Bu Fengshuang said calmly: "Let's go—break the Array first. Once the Array is broken, the mastermind will reveal themselves."

"Tsk tsk, break the Array?"

"Do you really think you can enter the inner area of the Cold Ice and Flame Valley?" A man in black robes, radiating Poison Qi, sneered. At his feet, dozens of Gu Poison Puppets had appeared.

Counting them, there were over thirty—each stronger than Seventh Grade. Xu Chen asked: "Are all thirty-plus Puppets controlled by your Divine Sense?"

He suddenly had an idea—what if he controlled these Gu Poison Puppets himself?

In his past life, he'd never tried it. Now he wanted to test it. The man sneered: "Of course—meaning, as long as I live, the Puppet Gu Poison will never dissipate."

Xu Chen couldn't help asking: "Can I control these Puppets? I mean… by killing you." The man's lips twitched, then curled into a chilling smile: "You want to kill me? You—a Young Alliance Leader under twenty? Do you really think defeating Feng Qianling, a useless waste, with a single kick means you can stand against me? I am Du Fuzi—I've wielded poison for thousands of years, escaped countless assassinations—do you think I'd be so easily defeated?"

"Boom!"

As he spoke, Du Fuzi's overwhelming Poison Qi surged like dark clouds, radiating immense pressure toward Xu Chen and the others. The Seventh Grade Mid-stage Poison Qi unleashed endless domination.

Especially Feng Qianling—already severely wounded—he spat blood under the pressure. Several Eighth Grade cultivators from the major sects stepped forward: "Young Alliance Leader, we'll fight Du Fuzi!"

Xu Chen waved his hand, eyes half-lidded: "Let me handle it. I'll also check his memories." He could tell this was Du Fuzi's true body.

He was overconfident, believing himself invincible within the Cold Ice and Flame Valley—that's why he was so careless. Since it's his true body, it's easier.

Du Fuzi sneered: "Xu Chen, remember—you were only Seventh Grade Mid-stage one and a half months ago."

"Just now, when you crushed Feng Qianling, I saw that your physical body is at the Initial Stage of the Eighth Grade. But, it is merely a physical body; I cannot engage you in close combat." Upon hearing this, Xu Chen slowly raised his eyes: "Who told you I intend to fight you in close combat? Divine Soul, annihilate!"

Having spoken, Xu Chen began to cast the "Divine God Soul-Suppressing Palm"; in an instant, his Divine Sense condensed into a formless, colorless palm print.

The next second, the palm print pierced through space and suddenly appeared before Du Fuzi. Du Fuzi's soul instantly trembled with terror.

He did not know what was happening, but he felt a thick sense of mortal crisis. However, at this moment, it was useless for him to feel it.

"Buzz!"

The Divine God Soul-Suppressing Palm instantly pierced through his skull, causing his mere Seventh Grade Divine Sense to instantly annihilate.

The next second, Du Fuzi's vital energy vanished completely; he turned into a corpse with hollow eyes and fell from the sky.

Even before dying, Du Fuzi did not let out a single scream. Seeing this scene, the Alliance crowd was instantly dumbfounded. Holy crap!

What kind of martial art is this? Is it too overpowered?! PS: Two updates!!! Requesting auto-subscriptions!!!