Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 701 - 703 Seizing the Body

Chapter 701: Chapter 703: Seizing the Body Chapter 701: Chapter 703: Seizing the Body “What now? Planning to rob someone?” Xia Liu cast a sweeping glance at Ji Wuming and his two companions as he spoke.

“Hmph! I think you are courting death!”

Unable to tolerate Xia Liu’s insults any longer, Mo Hai gathered his strength, ready to throw a punch that would end Xia Liu for good.

A mere Earth-Rank Warrior had no chance of contending with Liu Wei, who had entered the Path; there was no point in wasting any more words.

But at that moment, a ghastly voice pierced through from afar, “Run, why have you stopped running?”

Hearing this terrifying voice, Ji Wuming, Mo Hai, and Zhang Hua’s expressions changed drastically in an instant.

“Liu Wei is here!”

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With a cry of alarm, Zhang Hua activated his movement technique and immediately ran towards the passage behind them.

As Zhang Hua fled in haste, Xia Liu’s nimble hands quickly pulled Han Mei and Ling Shiyu aside.

Whoosh!

At the very moment Xia Liu moved, a grand Sword Qi thundered towards them.

The sound of breaking through the air resonated throughout the space.

The Sword Qi charged forward with a terrifying speed.

Splat!

In the blink of an eye, the Sword Qi pierced directly through Zhang Hua’s body.

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Plop—another sound followed as Zhang Hua’s one-meter seventy height collapsed onto the stone tiles.

Zhang Hua, the ancestor of the Limitless Sect, dead!

Faced with such swift means of slaying, everyone present shuddered.

Even Xia Liu was shaken in that instant.

For that Sword Qi had been unleashed by a Cultivator!

Was Liu Wei a Cultivator?

Impossible!

Xia Liu couldn’t comprehend; the power of that single sword stroke far surpassed that of the Heaven Rank. If Liu Wei had such strength,

he would not have been trounced by Xia Liu during the battle outside.

“Interesting, truly interesting, just waking up to encounter a group of Martial Cultivators,” a pale figure walked slowly from the direction of the distant pavilion.

His face bore a mocking smile; though his appearance was old, there was a chilling vibrancy there, as if he were a young man.

Moreover, his attire was faded to the utmost, wearing a robe.

His gait was light, but with each step, it was as if he moved several meters.

Though he wore Liu Wei’s face, overall, he was definitely not the Liu Wei from before.

What was particularly distinct, however, was the sword in his hand—a blood-red longsword!

No, that’s not right! It didn’t look like a sword; swords had edges on both sides, but the one he held only had an edge on one side.

A sabre?

“Spiritual Artifact!” Gazing at the blade that was neither sword nor sabre, the red hue of blood, Xia Liu’s eyes gleamed vibrantly with agitation.

Spiritual Artifacts, the magic artifacts used by Cultivators, each with a special aura.

This aura could only be sensed by Cultivators.

And that blood-red Sharp Blade was indeed a Spiritual Artifact!

As for the rank, Xia Liu did not understand, but he could confirm one thing: this Spiritual Artifact was excellent, excellent to an extreme!

He suppressed his thoughts; until he had assessed the strength of this ‘Liu Wei,’ he dared not act rashly.

For the Sword Qi just now was enough to show the terror of his strength.

“Daoist Fellow Liu, we hold no hostility towards you, why would you do this?”

As Mo Hai watched his peer of the same rank pierced and falling due to the Sword Qi, his voice couldn’t help but tremble.

“Nothing much, I just wanted to test my strength, what a shame, you are too weak. The weak have no right to live!”

By the end, everyone could feel the atmosphere around them chilling even further.

The weak have no right to live—is this to say that all the common people in the world should die?

“No! You are not Liu Wei,” Ling Jue said in surprise.

He had shared tea with Liu Wei several times and was very familiar with his energy.

But this Liu Wei in front of him didn’t possess that energy aura, even his temperament had completely changed.

“Liu Wei? Are you talking about this body?”

Pointing to his chest, Liu Wei asked with confusion.

“This body? What do you mean?” Ji Wuming and Mo Hai didn’t understand Liu Wei’s meaning at all.

But only one person’s palm trembled.

That was Xia Liu, who stood protectively in front of Ling Shiyu and Han Mei.

This body, the Spiritual Artifact, the sword intent rich with Spiritual Energy—all emanated from the Liu Wei they saw before them.

“Possession!”

These two words burst forth in Xia Liu’s mind.

Possession was a special technique among Cultivators.

When this Daoist Technique was used, one’s consciousness would enter another’s body and then take it over.

As for what kind of consumption this technique involved, Xia Liu didn’t know; he had only seen some records in an ancient tome.

If his conjecture was correct, the Liu Wei before them was no longer the Liu Family’s Great Elder but a Cultivator!

The Cultivator who had possessed Liu Wei’s body!

That blood-red Sharp Blade might be the Spiritual Artifact that the Cultivator used to wield.

Although Xia Liu didn’t know how this Cultivator managed to preserve his consciousness, nor which period the Cultivator was from.

Xia Liu understood one thing—he was very strong!

That Sword Intent had made it clear.

“Tsk tsk, you would not understand even if I explained, you are but despicable Martial Cultivators, unworthy even of licking my boots,” Liu Wei said arrogantly.

“Hey! You old fart, don’t think you’re something just because you have a knife, you have no advantage in front of my Brother Xia Liu,” Ling Shiyu mocked, poking her head out from behind Xia Liu just as Liu Wei was pondering who to kill first.

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Xia Liu could not stop it, nor did he want to; he felt his blood boiling uncontrollably within him.

Not only was the Spiritual Artifact luring him, but Liu Wei was too.

Until now, Xia Liu had never battled with a Cultivator.

Although Ye Xuan was too, she was incomparable to the consciousness inside Liu Wei.

This consciousness might very well have survived from the Cultivator Era.

Confronted with such a Soul Origin, only one could leave alive.

“Hmm, my luck is truly not bad at all, to encounter two tender young girls, not bad indeed,” Liu Wei licked his pale lips, his eyes showing a strong abnormal interest.

“Truly an old man with no respect for himself!” Han Mei could not stand it any longer. Liu Wei was well-aged and yet he could still utter such words, showing no upbringing whatsoever.

“Heh, if it wasn’t for the long time since I last enjoyed myself, this statement alone would ensure you wouldn’t die a whole corpse,”

“Daoist Fellow Liu, these two girls are quite nice, let me help you bring them over,” seeing Liu Wei taking an interest in Ling Shiyu and Han Mei, Ji Wuming and Mo Hai saw a certain hope and thus wagged their tails while speaking to Liu Wei.

“Ji Wuming, Mo Hai! How dare you two!” Ling Jue roared, anyone who dared to covet his daughter couldn’t possibly live to see the next morning.

“Ling Jue, don’t think you’re something just because you are the Sect Master of Lingyun Sect. For me, Ji Wuming, to slaughter your entire sect would take but half a day.”

“Hmph! Just let them come to be enjoyed by Master Liu, otherwise, we’ll do it ourselves,” Ji Wuming and Mo Hai said in chorus.

The tragic death of Zhang Hua made them realize that Liu Wei was now the master here, and the only way to live was to obey him.

Liu Wei watched them with interest, upon waking up he encountered some Martial Cultivators with brains; taking them as underlings while he was still recovering didn’t seem like a bad idea.