Ling Tian Sword God

The Nine-Tailed Centipede might be extremely poisonous, but its venom hadn’t reached Ling Chen’s veins and organs before being absorbed by the Divine Dragon Jade. Consequently, the venom posed no threat to him, as was always the case.

Yue Dufeng was shocked, but he was caught in a bind. Fortifying his resolve, he shot a ferocious gaze at Ling Yin. If he could just capture Ling Yin and Luo Xian’er, he could restrain Ling Chen, forcing him into a corner and thereby reclaiming the initiative.

With a burst of speed, Yue Dufeng launched himself directly towards Ling Yin, paying little heed to her. Extending his palm, he intended to capture her effortlessly.

”You underestimate me.”

A playful smirk emerged at the corner of Ling Yin’s mouth. With a simple flick of her finger, a Dragon Puppet suddenly materialized before her, swiping its claws at Yue Dufeng.

A Puppet? Yue Dufeng didn’t regard the Dragon Puppet highly; moreover, he had never seen one shaped like this. He considered it non-threatening, deeming it utterly feeble.

Turning his outstretched palm into a fist, Yue Dufeng punched at the Dragon Puppet’s clawed strike.

BOOM!

The moment fist met claw, a formidable explosion echoed. But in the very next instant, panic flickered in Yue Dufeng’s eyes. He suddenly felt an extremely overbearing surge of power transmit from the Puppet’s dragon claw, impacting his arm fully.

SPLAT!

Blood gushed from his mouth. His entire arm shattered, the sound of splintering bones echoing about. He crashed through several trees, his meridians completely severed, leaving him severely injured and on the brink of death.

”What?”

This exclamation was shared by many. Not only Poison Lady and Lei Wan Juan, but even Luo Xian’er, standing behind Ling Yin, was utterly agape. They couldn’t believe that this little sister, who always seemed harmless, even a bit childlike, possessed such terrifying strength.

WHOOSH!

While Yue Dufeng was blasted by the Dragon Puppet, his fate unknown, Ling Chen’s figure vanished. He reappeared instantly in front of Poison Lady, his sword thrusting straight at her.

The color drained from Poison Lady’s face. With a wave of her hand, hundreds of phosphorescent-like venomous bugs flew out, darting towards Ling Chen.

However, an odd Blood Shield materialized around Ling Chen. Like moths to a flame, the phosphorescent bugs crashed into the shield one by one, instantly incinerating into sparks.

”Don’t kill me! I’m willing to be your slave; I’ll do your bidding! Please spare my life!”

Seeing that her swarm of venomous bugs had failed to inflict even the slightest damage on Ling Chen, terror—the dread of death—appeared on Poison Lady’s enchanting face for the very first time. Even the fearless feel terror when on the brink of death.

SPLAT!

The brutally sharp Sword Light swished past Poison Lady’s throat, leaving a trail of blood. As the blood sprayed out, Poison Lady’s face instantly froze. A single, clean thrust to the throat.

There was no change in Ling Chen’s emotionless eyes, let alone any hint of mercy or tenderness towards a woman. Someone like Poison Lady had undoubtedly caused innumerable deaths. Killing her was, if anything, retribution for countless aggrieved souls.

THUD!

Watching Poison Lady’s body tumble to the ground, Lei Wan Juan couldn’t help but swallow hard. He was glad he hadn’t joined Poison Lady and Yue Dufeng in challenging Ling Chen earlier; otherwise, he too would probably be a cold corpse by now.

”Lei Wan Juan, you’ve seen what just happened. You should know what to say,” Ling Chen glanced at Lei Wan Juan, speaking calmly.

”I understand.” Lei Wan Juan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with gravity. ”Everyone underestimated you because of your low profile. If the bounty hunters knew your true strength, they wouldn’t dare to trouble you.”

If he had known from the beginning how formidable Ling Chen was, he definitely would not have gotten involved. And that wasn’t even considering Ling Yin, whose terrifying power was no less than Ling Chen’s. Even if ten more experts of their caliber had joined them, it would have been suicidal to confront Ling Chen and Ling Yin.

Without daring to stay longer, Lei Wan Juan bowed to Ling Chen and then, as if granted a pardon, rushed off in the opposite direction, disappearing into the woods in an instant.

Not bothering about Lei Wan Juan, Ling Chen crouched down and began to search Poison Lady’s body. She carried many bottles and jars, all containing various poisons and Hidden Weapons, none of which were of use to him. However, in Poison Lady’s Storage Ring, Ling Chen found a brilliantly shining blue and purple feather.

Aside from this vibrant feather, there was an extremely sharp dagger, some strange saltpeter, metals, and deadly substances, all kept together.

”This is a peacock feather,” Luo Xian’er said as she approached, her eyes bright with surprise as she looked at the items Ling Chen had retrieved from Poison Lady. ”And these other materials—extraterrestrial saltpeter and meteoric iron—are all necessary for creating the Tang Sect’s ultimate Hidden Weapon, the Peacock Plume.”

”Young Hero Ling Chen, check her body again. See if there’s the formula for crafting the Peacock Plume,” Luo Xian’er quickly suggested.

Ling Chen’s eyes brightened slightly. He searched Poison Lady thoroughly but did not find anything resembling a formula. Poison Lady’s body was filled with poisonous bugs; if he weren’t immune to all poisons, he would have died numerous times already.

Poison Lady’s outer garments had been completely removed, leaving only her undergarments. At this point, Ling Chen noticed an unusual bulge between her full, upright breasts.

”Xiao Yin, check inside her undergarments and see if there’s anything. Be careful not to get poisoned.” Ling Chen couldn’t do it himself; after all, Poison Lady was dead, and he didn’t want to desecrate her corpse.

”Alright.” Ling Yin made a gesture. She didn’t act personally but directed a humanoid puppet to reach inside the undergarments. Sure enough, it pulled out a silk handkerchief.

On the silk handkerchief, unmistakably, was a series of diagrams: the crafting plans for the Peacock Plume.

Unexpectedly, Poison Lady had the crafting plans for the Peacock Plume. This should be a top secret of the Tang Sect.

”I heard that Poison Lady had a close relationship with the Tang Sect’s Third Elder,” Luo Xian’er said. ”It’s highly probable she obtained these plans from him.”

Ling Chen nodded in realization. So Poison Lady was the Tang Sect’s Third Elder’s mistress; that explained it. However, she must have stolen these plans from him. After all, even the Tang Sect’s Third Elder wouldn’t dare to leak such a top secret of the Tang Sect.

But now that these plans had fallen into his hands, they were naturally his. He certainly wasn’t kind enough to return them to the Tang Sect.