10x Rewards: Novel's Extra's Cultivation Stealing System-Chapter 40 - 50x Massacre

As most of the Gu Clan and Bai Clan disciples had already surged ahead, charging blindly into the thick, rotting miasma, The sounds of their swords clashing, cries for help and panic quickly erupted in the air.

But Gu Fan did not run straight away. At the back, he was going to be relatively safe while everyone lese fought among themselves.

He stood alone near the entrance, breathing in the toxic air. It smelled like the rotten smell of sulphur.

For a normal cultivator, this air was poison, but for Gu Fan and his Ancient Venom Physique, it tasted like a sweet, refreshing breeze hitting his face.

He reached into his inner robes and pulled out the cracked Jade Pendant. He focused a tiny fraction of his Qi into the stone, and a digital map unfurled in his mind.

"System, expand the map interface," Gu Fan commanded.

[Ding! Activating Enhanced Cartography Mode.]

The glowing map instantly transformed, shifting into a highly detailed, three-dimensional gaming mode right across his vision.

[System Interface: Map Legend Updated.]

[Red Indicators: Hostile beast signatures detected. Gaze upon a dot to reveal name and threat level.]

[Green Zones: High-density miasma fields. Lethal to standard cultivators. Highly beneficial to Host.]

[Search Functionality: Herb and Loot tracking is now online. Say ’Search’ to highlight nearby valuables.]

Gu Fan’s eyes darted across the new interface. Clusters of pulsing red dots literally choked the main path into the forest.

He focused on one massive cluster, and a small text box popped up above it:

[Iron-Tail Scorpion Brood - 2nd Stage Body Tempering].

"The main path is heavily trapped," Gu Fan muttered to himself, his green eyes scanning the dense tree line, "Most of them are walking straight into a breeding ground for Iron-Tail Scorpions."

"It is going to be a slaughter."

Gu Fan looked through the map and soon found a longer, highly toxic route that skirted the edge of the outer zone before cutting deeply into the middle ring. It was a path no regular cultivator would dare take, the poison density there was lethal.

Perfect!

Gu Fan put the pendant away. He stepped off the beaten dirt path and walked into the thick underbrush. He did not pull out his Phantom Veil Cloak. He wanted to test his own natural stealth.

He closed his eyes for a brief second. He synced his breathing with the slow, heavy drift of the green fog. His Ancient Venom Physique absorbed the ambient toxins, entirely masking his human scent. His presence faded. To any beast or cultivator passing by, he was just another patch of deadly, floating gas.

He walked for about ten minutes, moving deeper into the shadows of the rotting, black trees.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, as his recently heightened senses picked up the distinct crunch of dead leaves.

Footsteps!

[A group of five Bai Clan disciples are 100 metres behind you.]

They were not trying to be quiet. They were moving quickly, deliberately tracking the exact direction he had taken.

Gu Fan stopped behind a massive, hollowed-out tree trunk as he waited.

A few seconds later, five disciples emerged into the clearing. They wore the dark green and silver robes of the Bai Clan. They carried curved sabres, and their faces were twisted into ugly, arrogant sneers.

"Where did that crippled fuck go?" The lead disciple spat, kicking a rotten log out of his way. He was at the 5th Stage of the Body Tempering Realm, "I saw him slip into this thicket."

"Why would that idiot even do that?" One of them said, "Did he have a death wish?"

"Who cares?" another disciple laughed, a tall, skinny boy with terrible teeth, "If the miasma doesn’t melt his lungs, a low-level beast will chew his legs off. I wanted to snap his knees myself, but chasing him is a waste of time."

"It’s not about the cripple," the leader smirked, his eyes gleaming with a sick, lecherous light, "We are flanking the Gu Clan’s rear. That’s where they put their weak."

"He might be a cripple. He might be a bastard. But he is the bastard of that Gu Yangtian. If we can get him. Hehehehe!"

"And then there is the female disciples." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"We will loop around this ridge, and we catch them right as they hit the scorpion nests."

The skinny disciple pulled a small, black glass vial from his spatial pouch. He shook it, grinning wickedly.

"I brought the good stuff," he boasted, "Demon-Ape Lust Powder. Highly concentrated. It makes a woman’s blood boil so hot she will beg a tree to fuck her."

The other three disciples burst into crude, nasty laughter.

"We cripple the Gu Clan men first," the leader commanded, gripping the hilt of his sabre, "We snap their arms and force them to watch."

"Then I am going to grab a girl, rip her fancy robes off and fuck her right in the mud until she screams my name."

"I want the younger ones," a third disciple chimed in, rubbing his crotch openly, "I like them tight and crying."

Gu Fan listened from the shadows.

He didn’t feel a shred of anger or protective urge for the Gu Clan women. He didn’t care about the clan’s honour. He didn’t care if Gu Ling or anyone else got dragged through the mud.

But he did care about that small black vial. No matter if it was earth, or this world aphrodisiacs are going to be one of the most sought out stuff anywhere.

And now he had his eyes on it.

Gu Fan reached into his Void Band and pulled out the Phantom Veil Cloak. He draped the pitch-black fabric over himself and raised the hood, letting his body, and his Qi vanish entirely into the shadows.

Cloaked in absolute invisibility, he stepped out from behind the hollow tree.

Gu Fan didn’t use a flashy movement technique. He just walked right into the dead centre of their group. Once he was standing perfectly amidst the five disciples, he casually pulled the hood back, appearing out of the green fog like a phantom.

"Are you boys lost?" Gu Fan asked smoothly, "Can I help you?"

The five Bai Clan disciples jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. They spun around, hands instantly dropping to their weapons.

But when they realised it was just the unarmoured, messy-haired "cripple" of the Gu Clan, their initial shock quickly turned back to amusing sneers. They didn’t even care to think how the cripple managed to slip between them.

"Well, well, well," the leader chuckled, drawing his curved sabre. The steel scraped loudly against the scabbard, "The crippled dog came straight to the butchers. You just saved us a lot of time, Gu Fan."

"You want to cut off his legs, or should I?" the skinny disciple asked, licking his lips.

"Don’t You dare touch him," the leader ordered, stepping forward, "He is my prey. I am going to chop his arms and legs, and carry him out of this forest while his body bled."

The leader lunged forward with terrifying speed for mortal eyes as he swung his sabre in a vicious, horizontal arc, aiming directly for Gu Fan’s arm.

Gu Fan didn’t dodge. He didn’t pull out a weapon. He didn’t even blink.

The Bai Clan disciples thought that Gu Fan was paralysed to his spot out of shock, but when the sabre was about to fall on his arm and chop it off, he simply raised his right hand and caught the bloodthirsty blade bare-handed.

Clang!

The smile on Bai Clan disciples’ face froze. Their eyes widened in absolute shock. The sharp steel edge of the sabre was locked tightly in Gu Fan’s bare palm. It hadn’t even managed to scar the skin.

"What the fuck?" the leader gasped, trying to pull his sword back. It wouldn’t budge. It was like pulling against a solid mountain.

"You were saying something?!" Gu Fan said coldly.

He channelled his Corrosive Qi directly into his palm.

Hiss.

A thick, acrid white smoke erupted from Gu Fan’s hand. The high-quality steel of the sabre instantly turned pitch black. It bubbled, sizzled, and melted into liquid toxic slag, dripping onto the dead leaves below.

Before the leader could even scream, Gu Fan stepped inside his guard, as his fingernails hardened like a claw. He punched straight forward, plunging his hand directly into the centre of the man’s chest.

The corrosive venom coated his hand. It melted through the disciple’s leather armour, burned through his skin, dissolved his fat, and snapped through his ribcage like hot knives through wet paper.

"Guh..." the leader choked, blood erupting from his mouth.

Gu Fan’s hand closed tightly around the man’s furiously beating heart. He ripped it out with a sickening, wet tearing sound.

The disciple collapsed to his knees, a massive, gaping, smoking hole in his chest.

Gu Fan stood over him.

The heart in his hand was already turning black from the venom. He squeezed his fist, crushing the organ completely, as blood and chunks of black, rotting meat splattered across the faces of the other four disciples.

The forest went dead silent.

[System Notification]

[Target Eliminated: Bai Clan Disciple (5th Stage Body Tempering).]

[Action: Fatal Strike.]

[Siphoning Vitality...]

Gu Fan felt a warm rush of energy enter his body. But then, the system interface glitched. The cool blue text shattered, replaced by blazing, flashing gold letters.

[CRITICAL SYSTEM ANOMALY ACTIVE: 50X REWARD MULTIPLIER.]

[Ding!]