sinovels Chapter 82 Death
Chapter 82 Death
"Young Master Wang, I don't understand what you're talking about." Luo Tong still wanted to play dumb and try to get away with it. Once the infamy of poisoning his teacher spread, he would only have one way out: death.
"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place."
Wang Sichen clapped his hands, and a maid from the Wei family came over from behind.
This person was a lowly maid in the Wei family mansion, responsible for cleaning the courtyard and side rooms, as well as washing the Wei family's clothes.
Unexpectedly, she was one of Wang Sichen's people.
"Reporting to you, young master, Lady Wei specially dismissed the cook this morning and personally prepared porridge. This servant dared not get too close and is unaware of what happened."
"Shortly after Wei Gong finished his breakfast, his cough became more severe, and soon he stopped coughing."
"This servant wanted to go in and tidy up the room, but was chased out."
"After nearly two hours, Lady Wei cried out in alarm, not wanting anyone to suspect that Lord Wei's death was related to the porridge he had eaten that morning."
Qiu Niang adopted the demeanor of a mistress, saying, "You treacherous servant, how dare you slander me!"
As long as there is no direct evidence, she feels there is still room for maneuver.
"At 11:15 last night, Luo Tong went to the black market and bought a bottle of poison called Frostbite. Lord Wei is poisoned by the Frost Demon, and this poison will cause the Frost Demon's poison to take effect prematurely."
"Your every move is under my control. I can summon the person who sold the Frost Poison last night to confront you face to face," Wang Sichen laughed. "You can continue to be stubborn. More and more people will find out about this, and I won't be able to clean up the mess for you."
Luo Tong never expected that his misdeeds would be exposed so quickly, and he never expected that his every move was being monitored by Wang Sichen.
He scoffed and said, "You don't necessarily want a spot as a Dao Soldier, do you?"
Wang Sichen laughed and said, "The number of Daoist soldiers is indeed quite good, but I no longer need it."
"I only want the Thunderclap Blade. After you obtain the Dao Soldier quota, I need you to do a small favor for me."
Thunder Blade?
Luo Tong stared at the Thunder Blade in Lu Chengping's hand, his face grim and uncertain.
He wanted both the Dao Soldier quota and the Thunder Blade, but the Thunder Blade was inferior to the Dao Soldier quota. In order to secure the Dao Soldier quota and keep the secret of the master-killing from being discovered, he had to make a choice.
"Alright, I'll trouble Young Master Wang to take care of my two masters..." Before Luo Tong could finish speaking, Lu Chengping swung his Thunder Blade, and a flash of purple lightning disappeared.
Luo Tong realized something was wrong and quickly backed away.
Without the aid of his magical artifacts, Lu Chengping's speed was no match for Luo Tong's.
A flash of purple lightning streaked past, and just as Lu Chengping was about to lose his head, Wang Sichen suddenly appeared in front of Lu Chengping. His arm turned purple as he blocked the Thunder Blade with his bare palm.
The Thunderclap Blade clashed with the palm, producing a metallic clang, and the incredibly sharp Thunderclap Blade left only a shallow bloodstain on the palm.
"Fine blade! You are not worthy to wield this spiritual weapon!"
A tremendous force struck, sending Lu Chengping flying backward, his body embedding deeply into the wall.
The purple vertical mark between Wang Sichen's brows opened, transforming into a purple vertical pupil, with purple lightning poised to strike.
Zhou Qiuyuan did not stand idly by. He gathered a wisp of Yang Thunder Qi in his lungs and roared at Wang Sichen.
The purple thunder tiger flashed by, appearing before Wang Sichen with lightning speed.
Wang Sichen stood still, and a thin purple film appeared in front of him. The purple thunder tiger crashed into the purple film and disappeared without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
At the same time, a beam of light shot out from the purple pupils, leaving a gaping hole in Lu Chengping's chest, killing him instantly.
How is that possible!
Wang Sichen stepped forward and took the Thunder Blade and Lu Chengping's Thunder Spirit Tool, sneering, "You two mere beginners in Inner Refinement think you can harm a cultivator!"
Cultivator?
Has Wang Sichen become a Thunder Cultivator?
Zhou Qiuyuan sensed the killing intent emanating from Wang Sichen and, unwilling to sit idly by and await his death, swallowed the Violent Spirit Pill without hesitation and drew the Deadly Sword from his left leg.
The lightning energy spun rapidly on the Deadly Sword, transforming into a purple lightning cone that stabbed towards Wang Sichen from afar.
The purple lightning cone detached from the short sword and suddenly stabbed towards Wang Sichen.
A lightning spike thrust at the pinnacle of perfection!
Stab it!
The lightning cone spun rapidly against the purple membrane, accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound. The purple membrane protecting Wang Sichen shattered with a bang, and the lightning cone continued its momentum as it pierced through.
A small gash appeared on Wang Sichen's arm, with a few traces of blood faintly visible.
"You actually managed to hurt me!"
Wang Sichen made no attempt to hide his disgust for Zhou Qiuyuan. "To reach the Inner Refinement stage in just two months, and to have mastered two secret techniques to perfection—such talent is truly detestable!"
Lei Ling, a peasant, possesses talent far surpassing his own. If Lei Ling were to obtain a Dao Soldier quota, he would undoubtedly become a formidable rival in the future.
Fortunately, it can be completely eliminated from the world today.
"I'll send you on your way!"
Wang Sichen's purple vertical pupil between his eyebrows was aimed at Zhou Qiuyuan, and a purple beam of light flew over at an astonishing speed.
Zhou Qiuyuan sensed a strong killing intent and predicted the trajectory of the beam of light. He channeled his accumulated Yang Thunder Qi into his legs and leaped forward, narrowly avoiding the purple beam of light.
Before he could catch his breath, Wang Sichen flew over, his palm transforming into a purple palm blade that slashed straight down.
Just as Zhou Qiuyuan was about to dodge with his lightning flash, he felt countless bolts of lightning surge into his body from all directions as Wang Sichen approached, slowing his movements.
He tried his best but could only barely dodge the palm strike.
"A futile struggle!"
The purple lightning blade in Wang Sichen's palm suddenly extended three feet in length. With just one forceful swing, Zhou Qiuyuan felt his vision rise, and the world before him turned blood red and began to spin.
"I've taken care of two minor troubles for you. I'll take this Thunder Blade for now. You'll have to find a way to explain this to Wei Xia."
Zhou Qiuyuan heard no more words as his consciousness sank into boundless darkness.
……
Zhou Qiuyuan suddenly stood up from the bed, panting heavily. He felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he was somewhat dazed.
It was pitch black outside, and it was impossible to tell what time it was.
Zhou Qiuyuan had always suspected that dying in a future dream would cause him great trouble, so he had always been careful and cautious. Unexpectedly, he still experienced his first death in a future dream.
I hope my dreams won't have any problems in the future.
Wang Sichen has already become a cultivator, so the Thunder Spirit Tool is useless to him. Why then does he still want to obtain the Thunder Blade?
I initially thought he wanted to monopolize the Thunder Spirit Tools, but now it seems there's more to the story.
Zhou Qiuyuan didn't have time to think about it. He quickly got out of bed and rushed to the Wei family's residence.
The primary issue is to save my master, Wei Jin.
As long as he is alive, even if Wang Sichen is a cultivator, he would not dare to make a direct move.
Wei Xia of the Blackwater Sect is their greatest asset.
As long as Master is still alive, he will be fine.