CHAPTER 206: CHAPTER 157: SISTER, CALM DOWN, PLEASE! _2

The sword had a spirit and certainly did not wish to be held by another.

Terrifying sword wind erupted!

SSST!

Wen Zhixing only felt a sharp pain assail him as his palm was directly pierced by strands of sword wind. Blood began to flow freely, dripping down. His entire right hand turned into a blur of flesh and blood. His fingers involuntarily relaxed, and the long sword broke free, flying into Wen Miner’s hands. Seizing the opportunity, Wen Miner’s figure flashed, her toes tapping as she retreated to a distance.

"Hmm?"

Wen Zhixing did not pay attention to Wen Miner but looked down at his pierced palm.

It was somewhat painful. Wen Miner’s long sword was a bit out of the ordinary, at least stronger than his Sword Pill. However, it was just a bit out of the ordinary. It posed no threat to him.

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than he felt waves of piercing pain in the center of his palm. This was different from ordinary pain; it was the flesh being eroded, a black fog emerging from his palm, and a pungent odor invading his nostrils.

Wen Zhixing’s eyes narrowed slightly. Poisoned? He hadn’t expected the sword to be a poisonous one.

The poison was extremely potent, capable of rapidly spreading through the bloodstream, even feeding on the blood to grow stronger, as if it had a life of its own. An average cultivator of the Fourth Realm might not withstand the invasion of this poisonous gas. Even if they did, they most likely wouldn’t have the strength left to fight.

"Senior sister, you’ve misunderstood. I just didn’t want you to get too agitated," Wen Zhixing sighed.

Wen Miner was quite ruthless in her attack. He had no intention of being hostile toward her.

"Wang, it’s too late for you to say this now," Wen Miner said, standing not far away, her eyes filled with a bloodthirsty light. "My sword guarantees death upon drawing blood."

"But I said that earlier as well; you just wouldn’t listen," Wen Zhixing shook his head, feeling somewhat speechless. As he spoke, a ball of flame blossomed from the palm of his hand. All traces of black fog instantly let out a sound akin to a shrill scream and were immediately incinerated by the flames. The injured part healed at a visibly rapid pace.

"You... you... How could this be..." Wen Miner’s pupils dilated upon witnessing this.

What kind of recovery ability was that? And what was that flame, that it could so fearlessly counteract her poison?

Wen Miner suddenly began to doubt reality.

"Senior sister, you are no match for me. I just wanted to have a proper talk with you," Wen Zhixing said, dissipating the fire in his hand, his wound now fully healed.

Actually, he didn’t need to use the Earth Core Spirit Fire, as the toxin could not harm him in the least. It was just that using fire made detoxifying quicker.

"Fine, speak." Wen Miner took a deep breath. Despite the wariness in her expression, she managed to calm her emotions and allowed Wen Zhixing to approach.

"Senior sister, I mean no harm," Wen Zhixing stepped forward slowly, his face showing no signs of displeasure.

Wen Miner had treated him rather well. Her attack was prompted by his failure to reveal his identity. If roles were reversed, he too would choose to eliminate any witnesses.

Just as Wen Zhixing was thinking they could have a proper dialogue,

WHOOSH—

A streak of black shot out from the tip of the silver long sword, piercing straight toward Wen Zhixing’s chest. A flash of black light was gone in an instant.

SPLASH!

Wen Zhixing did not dodge. He slowly lowered his head, only to see a dazzling red blossom bursting forth from his chest! A bloody hole, about two fingers wide, appeared on his chest. This sword had directly pierced through his heart.

"Now I can finally be at ease, Wang. You may speak." Wen Miner’s eyes curved into a slight smile, and she finally lowered her long sword.

She would not trust Wen Zhixing. Most importantly, she couldn’t let her weakness fall into others’ hands.

"Senior sister, you really are... utterly obstinate!" Now, the smile had vanished from Wen Zhixing’s face.

BOOM!

In an instant, an intense aura burst from Wen Zhixing’s body, a ferocious energy assaulting the senses.

So strong! Wen Miner felt the overwhelming presence, her breath instinctively catching. Wen Zhixing’s strength was greater than she had imagined. Fortunately! She had already struck his vital spot. This "Wang Shouzhen" was at the end of his rope. Victory was within her sight.

CLANG!

The silver long sword in her hand trembled, unexpectedly emitting a cry of the sword! Thick black fog emerged, and the originally gleaming silver blade began to turn as pitch-black as ink.

Die!

"Earth Core Spirit Fire!" Wen Zhixing uttered in a low shout. In the blink of an eye, flames enveloped his entire body. The toxins inside his body were instantly burned to nothingness. The wound in his chest, as usual, healed rapidly.

All of this happened in an instant, leaving Wen Miner, who was about to make her move, stunned.

"How can this be!" Wen Miner’s sword-holding hand loosened, almost dropping the sword.

What kind of monster was this? It was the heart, after all. Even for a Fourth Realm cultivator, the heart was a vital spot; without immediate treatment, one would still die.

"Hmph!" Wen Zhixing snorted coldly. This time, he held nothing back. He activated the Mind Capturing Skill once more!

BUZZ!

Terrifying Divine Consciousness Power flooded in. Wen Miner only felt her body go limp as if paralyzed. When she regained her senses, the long sword was once again in Wen Zhixing’s hands. Sword light bloomed, and everything seemed to be replaying. But this time, even with an injured hand, Wen Zhixing’s right hand still held the long sword firmly.

"Senior sister, you seem a bit disobedient. Let me cool you down a bit." Wen Zhixing’s hand clenched tightly, regardless of the struggling sword in his grip.

SPLASH!

A flash of sword light, and a wound appeared across Wen Miner’s throat. With one cut to the throat, blood gushed out violently.

Protecting your master, are you? Let’s see how you protect her now!

"You!" Wen Miner staggered backward, both hands covering her blood-spurting neck, eyes filled with horror.

What kind of monster was he? In his hands, she was nothing but a toy. Completely powerless to resist.

This time, even Wen Miner’s silver long sword dissipated its black fog and ceased its struggle.

"Senior sister, I did say I wanted you to cool down." Wen Zhixing shook his head, then with a raise of his hand, he tossed the sword back.

SPLASH!

The long sword struck the ground beside Wen Miner, wobbling uncertainly.

Compared to before, Wen Miner’s disposition had changed significantly. In his view, she seemed somewhat darker now.

"What... exactly... do you want..." Wen Miner stared fixedly at Wen Zhixing, rapidly swallowing several elixirs. Meanwhile, Spiritual Qi transformed into threads, rapidly stitching up the wound on her neck.

This person was clearly capable of killing her easily. Instead, he preferred to toy with her.

Looking at Wen Miner’s eyes, Wen Zhixing was momentarily speechless.

It seemed Wen Miner still didn’t trust him. It was a pity; he had no desire to defend himself. He had even less desire to reveal his true identity as Wen Zhixing.

"Senior sister, I just want to tell you that I know you want to kill Mu Yunqing, and I can lend you a hand." Wen Zhixing spoke faintly, dropping a bombshell!

"What!" Wen Miner’s mind trembled wildly!

How could this be? How could Wang Shouzhen know about this? The grudge between her and Mu Yunqing should be known by no one else. Mu Yunqing himself wouldn’t have disclosed it to anyone else either.

"Senior sister, are you curious how I came to know of this?" Wen Zhixing also put on a profound and inscrutable expression at the right moment.

"Who are you really!" Wen Miner’s chest heaved, her eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Senior sister, you don’t need to concern yourself with who I am. I just want to tell you that I bear you no malice," Wen Zhixing spread his hands.

Meeting Wen Miner was a coincidence. Stumbling upon Wen Miner killing Ning Shan was purely accidental. If it had been someone else, he might have just killed them on the spot. But Wen Miner had intended to help him back then. It was also because he himself had nearly been killed by Mu Yunqing.

"How will you help me?" Wen Miner looked at Wen Zhixing, her expression slowly calming down.

It wasn’t that she believed Wen Zhixing. She simply had no choice but to believe.

"That’s not for you to know." Wen Zhixing shook his head, then, without paying any more attention to Wen Miner, he went straight to the corpse of Ning Shan, which was missing its skin, saying, "This object, you surely have no use for now, right?"

Wen Miner frowned but didn’t reply.

Seeing this, Wen Zhixing proceeded to inspect it before storing it in his Universe Belt.

"Oh, and give me that skin of yours as well." Wen Zhixing smiled, stretching out his hand.

Originally, he had been wondering where to find a corpse to refine into a puppet. Now, he had stumbled upon a ready-made one.

"You!" Wen Miner’s brows furrowed deeply.

That skin was what she used to contact Feng Ruoli. Without it, the second volume of the Fortune Divine Devil Skill might be lost.