The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 289 - 176 Human Made
Ning Xiaoxian didn’t know, this lady in floral clothes was adept in using strange poison, and only with this strange technique dared she venture into the secret realm to hunt for treasure. Inside the "Heavenly Ladder," Magic Artifacts and Spells would be ineffective, but Gu Technique was a secret technique usable by mortals, not included in the prohibited list. With this skill, she had been able to leave the secret realm unscathed for the past thirty years!
The man holding Ning Xiaoxian was a carefully refined "Gu Person" by her. She had chosen a Boxer with exquisite martial arts skills, and then implanted the "Soul-eating Gu" into his body. The person infected with this poison had their soul devoured on the first day, leaving only a shell for the Gu insect to use. The lady in floral clothes could control the Gu insect through secret techniques, thereby manipulating the body of the Martial Artist. To make this puppet more durable, it needed to be soaked in medicinal wine daily for the first half of the year to enhance the physical capabilities, not only making it immensely strong but also impervious to blades and spears.
The agony of being enhanced by this medicinal wine is unbearable for Humans, but the puppet does not feel pain. This is also why the puppet’s skin appears yellow and green.
The lady in floral clothes had tested it; ordinary monsters within the "Heavenly Ladder" also could do nothing against the puppet, with its blood not even capable of corroding the puppet’s skin. This was her confident trump card for participating in the trial of the secret realm.
Times had changed, and she knew there were too many teams from the eastern region hunting for treasures. The woman before her had uncovered their secret, doomed to die without question, hence she utilized the puppet, intending to make a quick battle of it. Little did she know this woman would prove so troublesome.
Seeing the tip of the Dagger blade protruding from behind the puppet, she also felt somewhat heartache. After returning, she would need to nurture it with medicinal wine for five days before the wound could heal; during this period, the puppet’s combat ability would be greatly reduced. However, thankfully the situation was now under control, and having captured this woman, the Divine Weapon in her hand would be enough to compensate for her own losses.
Ning Xiaoxian struggled with all her might, and even kneed the puppet’s groin. Yet, the puppet, having received orders from its master, clung to her with the desperation of a mad dog, even the Tusk was squeezed into his abdomen and could not be pulled out. Her face turned beet red with effort, her heart filled with regret as though even her guts turned blue: Why had she been careless enough to let this mad dog close to her? Clearly, she still had so many treasures on her, so many secret weapons, why hadn’t she taken them out earlier?
But there is no medicine for regret in the world. The rough-clothed man already waiting by the side spat on the ground, picked up a broken sword, and swung it towards her neck! They had already wasted a lot of time on this woman; it was better to finalize it quickly and flee with the treasures. After this, a life of luxury awaited!
At this moment, she truly felt the grim smile of the Death God so real, so near. She could even feel the wind from the broken sword raised by the man, causing the hair on her neck to stand on end.
From the day she set out on her Westward Journey, she had been prepared for a glamorous downfall someday. Yet, she never imagined dying by the hand of a mortal. After dealing with so many demons, such a death was an insult to her!
She didn’t want to die, not in this inexplicable secret realm!
Not without seeing Changtian once more before she died!
This man acted so quickly, she might not even shed a tear before being dismembered!
With a soft "pfft" sound. Except for the puppet, everyone in the arena widened their eyes.
Even Ning Xiaoxian, who was closing her eyes awaiting death, opened her eyes wide.
The roughest surprise was the man in coarse clothing because suddenly a bit of sword tip emerged from his chest. This silent strike instantly drained all his strength, and as he fell toward Ning Xiaoxian, the blade slipped past her face and hit the ground.
The attacker was unapologetic; his sword had struck right at his heart, so the man drew his last breath instantly and fell to the ground, revealing the person behind him.
This person was dressed in extremely tattered clothes, the outerwear so rotten it hung on his body like strips of cloth. Placed under Qingjing Mountain town, no one would doubt he was a scavenger. His age was around thirty-three or thirty-four, his complexion deathly pale, appearing skinny and weak as if he might fall over with just a breeze.
However, his entrance carried the intimidation of a killer, and no one in the arena underestimated him.
Ning Xiaoxian took a couple of deep breaths, suddenly realizing how wonderful it was to breathe freely.
God finally listened to her plea this time and sent a savior. But who was this person, did she recognize him?
Regaining her composure, she gathered all her strength and kicked at the puppet’s shin. Now with her vigor growing, there was a dull sound from his leg, unknown if it broke, but the arms didn’t loosen the slightest.
