Chapter 165: Chapter 109: Third Limit Break for the Twelve Forms Fist, Great Success in Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step! Late-night Corpse Handling, but Encountering a Crisis
At this moment, he felt as if his body had become much lighter. He had a completely new understanding of movement and evasion.
Even without actively using the technique, his ordinary steps now carried a hint of unpredictable strangeness.
If he pushed it to its limits, combining it with his formidable physical strength, his speed and agility would skyrocket. He would truly possess the powerful means to maneuver, launch surprise attacks, and even escape during complex battles.
The "Light as a Feather" Trait, combined with the Great Success Realm of "Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step," was enough for him to crush a powerful enemy in an instant!
’The Great Success Realm already has such an effect... If I cultivate it to Perfection, or even Breaking Limit, what would that be like?’
A sharp glint flashed in Chu Fan’s eyes. His exhaustion was swept away, replaced by intense anticipation.
...
The night was as black as ink, steeping the ruins of Cyan Yang Ancient City’s North District in an even deeper gloom.
Chu Fan hid in the shadows of a corner, his figure blending perfectly with the darkness, but his brow was slightly furrowed.
He hadn’t come out today to track the Moon Worship Sect.
Instead, he wanted to be the oriole lying in wait, handling the corpses after those factions and the Moon Worship Sect finished fighting.
The last time he handled the corpses of Incense Master Lei and that man in white, the rewards had been enormous.
Now that he had completed the Refinement of the Demon Suppression Stele, which had even merged into the palm of his hand, he had no desire to get tangled up with the Moon Worship Sect again.
’Let them keep running around like headless chickens.’
He just wanted to handle corpses from the sidelines.
’If only I could get my hands on the corpses of a few ’Entering the Realm of Strength’ experts...’
However, something was wrong!
He had been wandering around the North District for well over half an hour, yet he hadn’t seen a single shadow of a Moon Worship Sect member.
This was more than a little unusual.
Normally at this hour, those charlatans from the Moon Worship Sect would already be out, shaking their soul-snatching bronze bells. They would be herding a group of "Believers"—their eyes vacant, like the walking dead—as they roamed the empty streets.
The eerie sound of the bells could be heard from several streets away.
But he had been wandering for so long today without hearing a single chime.
He had previously spread the news that the Moon Worship Sect was searching for a "key," stirring up massive waves in the deep waters of Cyan Yang Ancient City.
The various factions had been spurred into action, openly and secretly tracking and ambushing members of the Moon Worship Sect.
During this period, conflicts erupted in the North District almost every night, with enough killing to make rivers of blood flow.
’Could the Moon Worship Sect have gotten scared off? Did they decide to lie low and avoid the brunt of the attacks?’
Just as doubts began to surface in his mind and he was preparing to return to the Seven Stars Gang—
"TING... TING-A-LING..."
The faint but clear sound of bells drifted over on the night wind from the far end of an alley.
’They’re here!’
Chu Fan’s spirits lifted, his gaze instantly sharpening.
He didn’t act rashly. Instead, like a phantom, he used the cover of broken walls and ruins to silently stalk toward the source of the sound.
Soon, behind a half-collapsed courtyard wall, he spotted a figure cautiously peeking out.
But there was something strange about the person. They stayed far away, and the moment they saw the Moon Worship Sect members heading this way, they immediately retreated!
Chu Fan held his breath, about to sneak up from behind and capture them.
However, as he drew closer, a faint, cool, and ethereal fragrance tickled his nose.
’This scent...’
’It’s a little familiar.’
Chu Fan paused, quickly searching his memory.
A moment later, he remembered—it was Liang Yuhen from the Iron Armor Sect!
He had smelled this unique fragrance that night when he was handling the body of this busty woman from the Iron Armor Sect.
’This woman... she’s got some nerve!’
Chu Fan was a little speechless.
She was severely injured by the Moon Worship Sect last time. How long has it even been?
’Her wounds haven’t even fully healed, and she’s already running back to get involved in this mess?’
Chu Fan followed behind and observed her carefully. He soon discovered that Liang Yuhen didn’t seem to be targeting the Moon Worship Sect itself.
Her gaze was fixed more on the distance, in the direction where a battle had already broken out, filled with the sounds of clashing weapons and shouts.
Sure enough, after the grey-robed members of the Moon Worship Sect and several masked, black-clothed figures fought a running battle into the distance, Liang Yuhen made her move...
Like a nimble cat, she quickly slipped onto the recent battlefield and began expertly handling the still-warm corpses.
’Corpse Handling?’
Chu Fan was stunned for a moment before a nameless rage flared within him. ’Stealing my business?!’
But he still didn’t move...
’Since Liang Yuhen wants to handle the corpses, I’ll just let her.’
’Once she’s done, I can just take it from her. Perfect.’
’Saves me the trouble of doing it myself.’
But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted another figure at the mouth of an alley on the other side. This person, carrying a longbow on their back, was also peering about furtively!
’Another one looking to cash in?’
Chu Fan’s eyes turned cold. He silently changed his target and crept toward the person with the bow.
His stealth skills were superb, and with "Light as a Feather" allowing him to practice Stepping on Snow Without Trace, an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to detect him at all.
But when he was about three zhang away from the other person, they suddenly turned their head in alarm!
Their eyes met...
Both wore face-concealing Evil Ghost Masks. Under the cold moonlight, the scene was momentarily strange and silent.
"Tianxing?"
"Old Chu?"
Almost simultaneously, both of them lowered their voices and called out the other’s name in a tone of disbelief.
The person with the bow was none other than Zhao Tianxing!
"What are you doing here?"
Chu Fan pulled him into a hidden spot and asked in a low voice.
Zhao Tianxing rubbed his nose awkwardly. "I... I wasn’t tracking the Moon Worship Sect. I was just waiting for them to finish fighting to see if I could... pick some stuff up."
His goal was exactly the same as Chu Fan’s.
Chu Fan: "..."
Great, another one who wanted to be the fisherman profiting from the fight.
’No wonder I didn’t see him all day while I was at home cultivating. This guy probably snuck over here early on.’
