Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Different Paths to the Same Goal_1
Deep into the night, with silence all around, Qin Feng carrying a torch, led Xue Xiaochan into the Suolong Cave.
"Why is the Suolong Cave so eerie and damp all over?" asked Xiaochan.
Qin Feng crouched down, dipped his fingertip into a drop of water on the ground, and gently sniffed it near his nose.
With a puzzled face, Xiaochan stared at him and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"The yin energy."
Xiaochan rolled her eyes and said fiercely, "Bloody hell, speak human language!"
Pointing towards a corner ahead, where there was a ghost shrine, Qin Feng reminded her with a chuckle, "The ’bloody hell’ is over there!"
Following the direction of Qin Feng’s finger, Xiaochan saw nothing but a red wooden box.
"Other than you, where else could there be a bloody hell?"
Xiaochan stared at the wooden box for a while and noticed some strange carvings on it, so she asked curiously, "What the heck is this wooden box?"
"A ghost shrine."
As soon as Qin Feng’s words fell, a wisp of white smoke began seeping out from the crevices of the ghost shrine.
The white smoke drifted into the air, transforming into a human shape—it was a man with a sleazy appearance. He flailed his arms about and lunged toward them.
Just as his claws were about to grasp Xiaochan’s chest, Qin Feng lifted his leg and kicked him away.
With Qin Feng around, Xiaochan wasn’t afraid.
She noticed that the creature was covered in wounds, gory and gruesome.
Curious, she asked Qin Feng, "He looks so miserable. What happened to him?"
"He’s a fierce ghost! He must’ve committed numerous misdeeds in life, then was beaten to death alive, full of intense spite."
"Oh," Xiaochan acknowledged.
By that time, the fierce ghost lunged at them again.
This time, he extended his tongue, two to three meters long and blood-red like a long snake, wrapping around Xiaochan’s neck.
The tongue was bristled with backward barbs.
Seeing this, Qin Feng immediately released some Xuanhuang Qi, gathering it in the palm of his hand.
Then, he transformed the Xuanhuang Qi into a sword.
This was the Hanging Pot Sword, also known as the Immortal Doctor Sword!
With a swift rise and fall of the sword, blood sprayed wildly.
The two to three meter long tongue, barbed with backward thorns, was cleaved cleanly into two halves.
One half plopped onto the ground.
Like a severed long snake, it twisted a few times before dissolving into a puddle of blood.
The fierce ghost, his tongue sliced in half, held his mouth and howled in agony.
Then, he no longer attacked Xiaochan, but opened his mouth instead, revealing his sharp white teeth, sharper than knives, and bit towards Qin Feng’s neck.
How could Qin Feng let the fierce ghost bite him?
Getting bitten meant certain death, right?
So, just as those sharp white teeth were about to sink into his neck, Qin Feng fiercely stabbed with the Hanging Pot Sword in his hand, and the blade pierced into the fierce ghost’s chest.
Pfft...
A gush of blood sprayed out as the fierce ghost screamed in agony.
Then, his body crashed to the ground, turning into a pool of blood.
Qin Feng put away the Hanging Pot Sword and asked Xiaochan with concern, "You damn woman, are you alright?"
"What did you call me? How dare you call me a damn woman? You stinking boy, no, you bastard! I’m going to pinch you to death!"
Xiaochan fumingly pinched Qin Feng’s waist, causing him to grimace in pain.
"You... you don’t want to live a peaceful life from now on?" Qin Feng asked.
"Just do it!" Xue Xiaochan said irritably.
She didn’t know why she had to pinch Qin Feng.
Just moments before, she’d felt a chilling cold, as if a wave of yin energy had entered her body, freezing her to the core.
After grabbing Qin Feng’s waist, that chill had been forced out, and her entire body instantly warmed up.
As for the pinching, she genuinely hadn’t premeditated it—it was a subconscious reaction.
Once she warmed up, Xue Xiaochan let go of Qin Feng.
Then, she solemnly warned him, "Your waist is only for my hands, no other woman is allowed to touch it!
If you dare let another woman touch it, even just a little, I’ll cut off your waist and trade it for a fruit-branded phone!"
"Since when do you get to make decisions about my waist?" Qin Feng asked.
"What do you mean ’your waist’? It’s clearly my waist! You better get it straight, mister—we’re legally married, husbands and wife.
Your waist belongs to me; I’ll do with it what I please. If you dare get tangled up with another woman, I swear I’ll cut it off and swap it for a phone."
Xue Xiaochan waved her little fists tyrannically.
Suddenly, Qin Feng heard faint footsteps.
Someone was behind them?
Using Heaven’s Gaze, Qin Feng peered behind the wall and saw an old man with a white beard.
Who else could it be but Zhen Haoren?
Qin Feng knew full well that it must have been Zhen Haoren who used Luo Qiujue to hand over the prescription and map. Zhen Haoren’s stealthy follow was also within Qin Feng’s expectations.
That evil ghost had just been easily eliminated by Qin Feng in a trice without much surprising Zhen Haoren.
What shocked Zhen Haoren was that Qin Feng could actually wield the Immortal Doctor Sword with the True Qi in his body.
After all, Zhen Haoren had started practicing the Spirit Snake Scripture from the age of three, and it took him a full sixty years, until he was sixty-three, to be able to use a move similar to the Hanging Pot Sword, the Serpent Monarch Sword.
In this world, there were many factions and techniques in cultivation, but they all sought the same end.
The ultimate goal was to become immortal!
Regardless of whether his sights were set on the Black Dragon or Qin Feng, Zhen Haoren’s ultimate goal was the same—to make their power his own.
Even though Qin Feng knew that Zhen Haoren was following behind, he acted as if he hadn’t noticed a thing.
He wrapped an arm around Xue Xiaochan’s slender waist and continued walking forward with the young woman in his embrace.
Suolong Cave was filthy with too many dirty things, and the yin energy was incredibly heavy. Xiaochan, with her Heaven Yin Physique, was especially prone to absorbing yin energy.
Therefore, Qin Feng needed to use his hand to pass some Heaven Yang Qi to her.
After walking a few steps while embracing her, a surge of yin energy raced toward them out of nowhere.
This chilling energy was invisible, even imperceptible, but extremely perilous.
To prevent Xiaochan from any mishaps, Qin Feng had no choice but to slide his hand down slightly and press her Changqiang Acupoint.
"Ah!"
Xiaochan instinctively cried out because Qin Feng applied a bit too much force.
Then, glaring at Qin Feng, she cursed, "Bastard, what are you doing?!"
"I’m protecting you."
Xiaochan, in disbelief, retorted grumpily, "Protect my ass, you’re just poking me on purpose, I’ll poke you to death!"
She started to jab randomly at Qin Feng with her fingers.
Qin Feng was speechless.
This woman was doing it on purpose, making a fuss with him intentionally.
Considering Zhen Haoren was behind them, Qin Feng quickly reminded her, "Stop messing around, there’s someone behind us."
Xiaochan glanced back and, seeing nothing, expressed her disbelief, "The only thing behind us is a ghost!"
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