Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 27: Improving Strength at All Costs!

May Zhu Que's brain work at lightning speed.

But for the time being, he couldn't think of any feasible solution to this desperate predicament.

run away?

Wu Qing might be able to escape, but he and Xiao Cai definitely won't.

Revolt?

That would be suicide. With so many police officers at the scene, a few of them could probably take care of them easily.

Now it seems there's only one solution left—

It depends on luck.

All we can do is pray that the police won't test him.

The problem is, now that a second naturally born demon has been confirmed, won't the police test them?

"Oh shit!"

Zhu Que cursed inwardly.

This is so damn unlucky!

The police captain happened to stop right next to them, otherwise their situation wouldn't have been so desperate.

Wu Qing, who was standing to the side, frowned slightly. He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to open the black bag.

"Sizzle—"

He slowly unzipped the zipper.

The surrounding police officers stared intently at the black bag, all prepared for battle, in case it contained some kind of offensive magical artifact.

The atmosphere became unusually tense.

however.

Just then—

"Bang!!!"

In the distance, the windows of a building suddenly shattered, and a figure emerged from the night amidst billowing smoke.

In that instant.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

Zhu Que also glanced over subconsciously.

When he clearly saw the figure, his pupils suddenly contracted, because he recognized the person's identity—

It was Zheng Yuanbai!

Zheng Yuanbai, with one arm missing, stood atop a lamppost, exuding an aura of madness and danger.

He met Su Zhen's gaze from afar and burst into loud laughter:

"Su Zhen! You bunch of trash think you're qualified to arrest me? Keep dreaming! Hahahaha!"

After saying that, he quickly made a hand seal with his only remaining right hand.

next moment.

Accompanied by a surge of spiritual energy, more than a dozen golden lotus flowers bloomed out of thin air.

Each golden lotus shone brilliantly, its petals edged with sharp blades, and its center burned with blazing spiritual flames.

"Purifying Lotus Fire Formation!!"

Zheng Yuanbai roared.

In the next instant, more than a dozen golden lotuses transformed into streaks of light, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, and shot towards the police cars that filled the street.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—!!"

The moment the golden lotuses touched the police car, their spiritual patterns detonated, and a violent explosion of flames and spiritual energy occurred.

Police cars flew through the air and exploded into countless fragments.

The entire neighborhood was thrown into chaos.

"Jung Won-pak!!"

Su Zhen's eyes were cold and sharp, but his expression showed no panic. Instead, he raised a sinister smile.

"You are going to die today!!"

next moment.

Su Zhen suddenly sprang up, rushing towards Zheng Yuanbai like a cannonball.

At the same time, police officers from all directions launched a manhunt for Zheng Yuanbai.

In a short time.

All the police officers surrounding Zhu Que and his two companions disappeared.

It's now!

Zhu Que's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he immediately signaled Xiao Cai and Wu Qing to leave the area amidst the chaos of the crowd.

Jinfeng Town Black Market.

When Zhu Que and his two companions entered the black market, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Que's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, the chill was biting, but his heartbeat had not completely calmed down.

That was incredibly dangerous.

"Thank goodness..."

Xiao Cai patted her chest, still shaken, and said, "If that born demon hadn't suddenly appeared and lured the police away, we'd probably be in the police station being interrogated by now."

Wu Qing said in a deep voice, "We were lucky today, but I suggest we change the delivery location to a safer place in the future."

"no problem……"

Zhu Que gave a perfunctory reply.

After surviving the ordeal, he felt a profound sense of crisis.

His identity as a "born demon" is like a time bomb, already bound to him, and no one knows when it will explode...

Ultimately, it's because I'm too weak...

Zhu Que's eyes were burning brightly, as if flames were burning within them.

Next.

I will spare no effort to improve my strength!

Before the bomb detonates, elevate yourself to a level where you can protect yourself or escape even if you are discovered!

Wildfire Shop.

Boss Meng sat in a corner, smoking a cigarette and playing video games, readily instructing his subordinates to hand over the money owed for the past few days.

Then.

Xiao Cai asked Zhu Que about the second-tier spiritual weapon.

Since it didn't involve buying or selling, but just a short-term borrowing, Boss Meng readily agreed.

Meng, the eldest brother, suggested, "Zhu Que, although there is a great demand for pistol-type magical weapons, I hope you can also replicate some other firearms."

"Okay, I'll take a few back and try them out, but I can't guarantee that it will be successful in the end."

Zhu Que nodded slightly, not refusing Boss Meng.

However, while he said he would "go back and try," he actually had no intention of selling her any other pirated firearms or magical artifacts.

I took the firearms and magical artifacts back just to analyze them for future reference.

He had already come up with a reason for rejecting Boss Meng—the production line was a problem, and it was temporarily impossible to replicate it.

For Zhu Que.

Having too much cash can actually be a burden.

He dared not open a bank account and could only carry spirit coins with him, which in itself was very easy to cause trouble.

Now, he only needs to ensure that his daily income can cover the costs of the training room and the injections.

At most, we'll keep some money for emergencies.

It was late at night.

Zhu Que followed Xiao Cai to the black market and found a merchant selling injectable drugs.

After inquiring, Zhu Que spent over 100,000 spirit coins to buy three vials of injection solution, and then returned to the intermediate cultivation room.

The door was closed.

Zhu Que placed the injection solution on the table.

These three injection solutions are—

"Meridian Strengthening Liquid" to enhance the meridians.

"Inspiration Resonance Fluid" enhances affinity with spiritual energy.

A "steel-strengthening agent" for tempering muscles, bones, and internal organs.

The three syringes contained different colored liquids: one was pale blue, one had a faint golden sheen, and the other was completely transparent.

"call!"

Zhu Que took a deep breath, picked up the Meridian Strengthening Liquid, opened the syringe, and injected it into his thigh.

The moment the needle pierced the skin, a cool sensation spread rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, the medicinal liquid transformed into a warm current, flowing and spreading along the body until it reached every part of the body.

He immediately felt a slight stinging sensation in his meridians, as if he were being repeatedly pricked by countless fine needles.

After a while.

The stinging sensation disappeared, and Zhu Que checked his meridians, discovering that their strength had indeed improved slightly.

Zhu Que continued to receive the second and third injections of the medication.

The second inspiration resonance liquid made it easier for him to perceive spiritual energy, and his breathing became noticeably smoother.

The third steel body strengthening agent made his body ache and feel as if his bones, muscles and internal organs had been forged and tempered.

Zhu Que sensed the changes in his body and silently made a summary.

"It works, and it's very direct, but compared to the almost immediate and highly efficient improvement of cultivation-type spiritual artifacts, these methods of activating the body's potential through medicinal liquids are ultimately lacking."

"Prolonged use of low-grade injectable solutions can lead to drug resistance, resulting in a significant reduction in effectiveness."

"The key is that this stuff is very expensive. I earn more than 10,000 spirit coins a day, which is already a high income, but after deducting daily expenses, I can only afford one bottle of the lowest grade injection every five or six days."

"Injecting medication is definitely a cultivation method for the wealthy..."

Then.

Zhu Que threw himself back into all-night cultivation.

The perilous situation he encountered during the day left him no time to waste; he could only focus on improving his strength as quickly as possible.

Time slips away quietly amidst repetitive work and self-cultivation.

A few days later, one afternoon, Zhu Que was working in the scrap and junkyard when someone suddenly called his name from behind.

"Zhu Que! Come here for a second!"