“As expected, after such immense depletion, I refuse to believe you have any strength left to use your lightning magic a second time!
You truly are a fool. To exhaust yourself completely just for a few mortals... You have only made things easier for me.”
Seeing this, “Liu Ruhe” had a flash of smugness in her eyes:
“You have quite a few dharma treasures on you. Too bad that while you can hide them from others, you can't hide them from me...
Though a female body is a bit troublesome, it's still much better than this old woman's body!”
Her mouth fell wide open as the space between her brows darkened. A mass of ink-black evil soul materialized in the air, let out a sinister laugh, and pounced straight toward Nan Zhi's face—
Ma San had naturally realized that Ma Guniang was only using him. But wasn't he doing the same? Soul-snatching was an act against heaven, completely forbidden in the cultivation world. Moreover, a person could only perform soul-snatching once in their entire lifetime. Thus, when his soul had been weak and he discovered his target was just a mortal, he immediately chose possession instead of initiating a full soul-snatching. But after meeting Ma Jiu, he immediately coveted her body.
Ma San had never intended to let these people leave alive. If he let this woman go, she would probably bring people to execute him on the spot the next time she entered this secret realm. Since death awaited him either way, he might as well take a gamble. He gambled that her cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment stage and her divine sense was not strong. Now that she had cleared out that treacherous beast, if he could just seize the opportunity to successfully snatch her soul and then kill those mortals...
As for some Demon Suppression Commissioner? The Great Dao was heartless; cultivators routinely went into seclusion for hundreds or thousands of years. He only needed to find a quiet place rich in spiritual energy and enter seclusion for a thousand years to slowly digest everything in this woman's soul. Once "Ma Jiu's" soul was devoured, no one would ever suspect his identity. How wonderful it was to be alive.
Sensing the faint resistance from her divine sense, Ma San could not help but laugh heartily. Although it was a bit of a pity, she had been stalled by that beast for so long that the spiritual energy in her body had already been completely depleted. She had no strength left to resist. What could be more exciting than a new body? He would no longer have to wait here in helpless loneliness for the day his body died, his Dao dissipated, and his soul was completely annihilated.
The moment the black evil soul emerged, Liu Ruhe collapsed limply to the ground. The soul impatiently rushed toward the space between Nan Zhi's brows, practically already enjoying the thought of his future free and easy life—
In the next second, the evil soul's expression changed drastically. It felt an obstacle. A soft, firm, yet unyielding obstacle, like a thick wall standing firmly between them.
There was one—no, there were actually two forces striking Ma San's soul, like powerful mothers firmly shielding their beloved child beneath their wings. And these two mothers, displeased by the filthy thing trying to touch this female cultivator, let out a soft snort of complaint.
Immediately after, washed over by these two immense forces, his divine sense shattered instantly, leaving him nearly brain-dead. The remnant soul, with only a sliver of consciousness left, realized something was wrong and tried to turn back to escape into Liu Ruhe's body. Unfortunately, it was a step too late.
“I told you, this isn't the first time we've met.”
The green-robed female cultivator blocked its path, spiritual energy surging around her as a crackling blue spark of lightning danced in her palm.
The remnant soul almost screamed. How did she still have spiritual energy to cast a spell?! Impossible! This was impossible.
“I clearly saw you with my own eyes—no, no, no, no! I can't die, I can't die! I refuse to accept this, I refuse to accept this!!!”
The dying evil soul roared, trying to condense its half-human, half-locust form in the black mist, but all attempts ended in failure.
“Rumble!!”
A bolt of lightning even thicker than before suddenly crashed down, striking the evil soul heavily! The old ghost, who had been bragging just moments ago, twisted in agony, only having enough time to let out a furious, unwilling roar— “I refuse to accept this!!”
The voice faded, the thunder receded, and the evil soul vanished from the spot. All that remained on the altar was a blackish-gray, human-shaped scorch mark.
Lightning-based techniques were naturally the bane of all evil gods, and they were even more potent against a pseudo-deity like Ma San, who was deeply corrupted by the poison of incense.
“If I could kill you once, I can naturally kill you a second time.”
Nan Zhi let out a soft breath. Sensing that most of the spiritual energy in her body had been drained by that bolt of lightning, she immediately took a Qi-Augmenting Pill to top it up.
—As a gamer, she had a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder where her mana bar had to be full at all times. If even a tiny bit was missing, she would feel as if ants were crawling all over her. Thus, Ma San's death was not undeserved.
A series of system notifications rang out:
[Congratulations, Cultivator, for killing the Level 47 red-named monster "Golden-Winged Flying Centipede". You have received: Upgrade EXP × 500, Golden-Winged Flying Centipede Spirit × 1, Golden-Winged Flying Centipede Eggs × 2, Spiritual Energy Cluster (Large) × 5, Spiritual Energy Cluster (Small) × 10, Spirit Beast Talisman (green quality) × 10, Qi-Augmenting Pill × 20, Rejuvenation Pill × 15]
[Congratulations, Cultivator, for killing the Level 97 red-named monster "Locust God (Pseudo) Evil Soul". You have received: Upgrade EXP × 10,000, Locust God's memories × 1, 《Insights into Formations》 (Gold Quality) × 1, 《Five Elements Techniques》 (Purple Quality) × 1, 《Beast Craft Sorcery (Improved)》 (Purple Quality) × 1, 《Gourd Art》 (green quality) × 1, Spiritual Energy Cluster (Large) × 20, Spiritual Energy Cluster (Small) × 55]
[Congratulations, Cultivator, for achieving the title: "Godslayer" (Pseudo). You have received: Heavenly Treasure Tree Lottery Ticket × 10, Hundred Ghosts Thousand Cries Killing Formation (Purple Quality) × 1]
[Congratulations, Cultivator, for achieving the achievement: "Double Kill". You have received: Heavenly Treasure Tree Lottery Ticket × 1, Spirit Herb Lucky Bag × 1]
Rich overnight.
“As expected, 'murder and arson bring gold belts'. Although fighting and looting treasures is highly risky, the rewards are indeed bountiful.”
Looking at the skill books dropped from killing the evil soul, Nan Zhi's eyes turned green with greed. She wished she could immediately go out and slaughter a few more evil gods.
—She even suspected that such a high drop rate was related to her "Savior" title.
Ma San was truly an exemplary target for robbery; between him and his pet, they had contributed so much.
Nan Zhi nodded in satisfaction.
Before leaving, she suddenly remembered something and turned back.
With the evil soul dissipated, the locust corpse was nothing but an empty shell.
She approached the Locust God's corpse and waved her wide sleeve:
[You have sacrificed the Locust God (Pseudo) corpse to the "Corpse of Old Nan".]
[Flesh Sacrifice. "Corpse of Old Nan" current extractable divine abilities: 0, extracted divine abilities: 1]
[Divine Ability: Call Wind (Learned)]
[Divine Ability: Summon Rain (Unlearnable) (Sacrifice Progress: 89.69%)]
It jumped by so much all at once?!
Ma San was truly a "good" man.
Nan Zhi sighed with genuine sincerity.
...
...
For the people hiding in the cavern, every minute and every second was pure torture.
Outside, the world was turning upside down and the earth was shaking. They strictly remembered Ma Guniang's warning, huddling like ostriches in the cavern furthest away.
It was not until the loud noises outside finally ceased, and another hour had passed, that anyone dared to raise their head and look out.
—To describe the scene as complete devastation would be an understatement.
It was as if the sky and earth had flipped. The once-flat ground was now crisscrossed with deep ravines, and a few still-active hungry ghosts, covered in flames, struggled to crawl out from underground.
Over a dozen thick wooden vines were snapped in half, their rough textures chewed white. High, burning Sun-Burning Stones were scattered everywhere, a rancid, bloody stench filled the air, and debris occasionally fell from above.
As for that hundred-meter-long giant insect, its entire body had stiffened, transforming into an immobile, lifeless stone statue lying flat on the ground.
Its tens of thousands of legs still held their pre-death thrashing pose, frozen in midair.
Looking up from below, anyone unaware of what had happened would think it was a giant, hand-carved centipede statue.
“Is this thing... really dead?”
Someone swallowed hard, spotting a green-robed woman riding the wind in the distance, cradling the unconscious Liu Ruhe in her arms.
“Ma Guniang!”
“It's Ma Guniang! Ma Guniang killed the monster!”
“Ma Guniang!”
“Ma Guniang is fine!”
“This is wonderful! Everyone, we're safe!”
A massive cheer nearly shook the heavens.
People cheered, wept, and embraced. Even the most rational among them could not suppress their emotions, shouting at the top of their lungs:
“Home! We can go home!”
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