Chapter 75

*Swish!*

Suddenly, the long-armed man felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if a sharp object had pierced it!

He had long completed the foundation-building stage, and his body was tough, with skin as resilient as old oxhide. But at this moment, his body was as easily pierced as tofu, and his heart was pierced through by a sword.

He stared intently at Song Shuhang in front of him, but the young man held a bottle of body-tempering liquid in both hands, and there was nothing in his hands?

What's going on? What's happening!

Blood flowed from his chest, absorbed by the invisible sword, staining the tip of the blade red: "What is this thing?"

The long-armed man raised his long arms in anger, his eyes full of ferocity. Even if he were to die, he would take Song Shuhang with him to the netherworld.

However, his arm only raised halfway before it fell weakly. He felt weak all over, as if all his blood and strength had been drained by the invisible sword.

At the same time, countless bald monks in his mind kept chanting: "The sea of suffering has no bounds, but there is a shore; put down the butcher's knife, and instantly become a Buddha!"

So annoying!

Song Shuhang took a deep breath, forcefully pulled out the black flying sword, and replied, "A flying sword."

The flying sword of Master Tongxuan, fortunately, he hadn't returned it yet.

This flying sword could only be seen by himself and Master Tongxuan, who had given his consent. To others, this flying sword was invisible and undetectable.

Of course, if the opponent's strength far exceeded Master Tongxuan's, it would be a different story.

From the moment they met, Song Shuhang had been holding this flying sword, intending to wait for the long-armed man to get closer and find an opportunity to stab him.

But Song Shuhang didn't expect the man to charge forward in such a bold manner. All Song Shuhang needed to do was slightly adjust the position of the sword tip, aiming for the long-armed man's heart.

Then, *swish*, the man's heart was pierced through.

So simple, truly effortless.

Even the stink pills were saved!

A flying sword?

The long-armed man opened his mouth, struggling to utter two words: "Possession?"

Having a complete human life, with cultivation at the human level, but possessing body-tempering liquid, a flying sword, and a 'senior' identity that even the坛主 (altar master) feared, could it only be a terrifying cultivator from legend, who had used the method of possession when their lifespan was about to end? But wasn't that method just a legend?

Song Shuhang ignored what the long-armed man was saying. He raised the black flying sword, and a faint bloody smell wafted up.

Even though he had made up his mind, the smell of blood still made Song Shuhang feel uncomfortable—after all, he wasn't some ruthless demon! A few days ago, he was just an ordinary college student.

Taking a deep breath, the true self in his mind from the *True Self Meditation Sutra* emerged, calming himself down.

"Do you have any last words?" Song Shuhang said.

"I..." The long-armed man opened his mouth.

As he spoke, Shuhang's flying sword rose again, and with one stroke, his head was severed.

The long-armed man died with his eyes wide open, his head separated from his body, and his corpse fell to the ground. Moreover, not a drop of blood flowed from the wound.

This flying sword of Master Tongxuan was not an ordinary weapon; the absence of blood was just one of its basic attributes.

"Hmm, I said it out of habit, but I actually didn't plan to listen to your last words."

Song Shuhang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, feeling weak, but gradually regained calm.

This was his first time taking a life; before this, he had never even killed a chicken: "This is my resolve."

A resolve he must have.

The long-armed man was the first person to die at his hands, but he wouldn't be the last.

If possible, he would have liked to capture the long-armed man alive and extract information about where the 'altar master' was hiding. Unfortunately, his own strength was insufficient; the man was a cultivator who had opened the eye and nose orifices, and he had no confidence in subduing such an opponent.

At this moment, killing the long-armed man was the best choice.

The *True Self Meditation Sutra* continued to run in his mind, helping him remain calm even in the presence of a headless corpse.

Holding the black flying sword, Song Shuhang carefully approached and began to search the long-armed man's body.

The man didn't carry much.

A bottle of pungent liquid, which was probably the corpse-dissolving fluid.

Three handleless sharp blades.

A beast head plaque with three claw marks carved on it, which likely represented the long-armed man's identity or organization? Perhaps this was a useful clue.

Finally, there were a few thousand cash bills and Zhao Yaya's phone.

For a cultivator who had opened the eye and nose orifices, this man was incredibly poor.

Song Shuhang opened the bottle of liquid and poured some onto the long-armed man's corpse.

A pungent smell rose, and the long-armed man's bones and part of his clothing evaporated, completely disappearing from the world.

"Is this a treasure?" Song Shuhang put away the corpse-dissolving fluid.

The corrosive effect was amazing, capable of quickly dissolving even a first-stage cultivator's body, though it couldn't resist the internal qi and blood of a living body.

But if used well, it could be a deadly weapon, right?

Finally, Song Shuhang poured some of the corpse-dissolving fluid on the remaining clothing, erasing the last traces of the long-armed man from the world.

After confirming that no other traces were left, Song Shuhang picked up Zhao Yaya and headed towards where Master Yiyao was.

Zhao Yaya had been unconscious, and he was a bit worried that the long-armed man might have used some kind of poison. It would be better to have Master Yiyao check her.

...

...

About three to four minutes later.

Zhao Yaya felt a pain in the back of her neck, as if she had slept in an awkward position.

Moreover, the bed was constantly shaking, and she groaned in dissatisfaction, showing her resistance.

But the bed shook even more violently!

Damn it, can't a person get some sleep?

Zhao Yaya angrily opened her eyes and was surprised to find that she wasn't sleeping in bed but was being carried by someone who was running.

Oh my, what's going on?

She was startled, and her drowsiness vanished.

Was she kidnapped?

Fortunately, she soon recognized the man carrying her. She was very familiar with Song Shuhang, and she could tell who it was as soon as she became slightly more awake.

"Shuhang, where are we?" She gently patted Song Shuhang's shoulder and asked softly.

"Huh? Sister, you're awake?" Song Shuhang stopped running and put her down: "Do you feel okay? Is there any part of your body that feels uncomfortable?"

Zhao Yaya frowned: "My body feels fine, but the back of my neck hurts. And why am I here?"

"Are you asking me why you're here? Didn't you call me over? When I arrived, I found you sleeping soundly on a chair by the roadside. I was just about to carry you to a place to stay for the night." Song Shuhang looked at Zhao Yaya with a sincere expression.

He wasn't lying; it was indeed 'Zhao Yaya's' call that brought him out; Zhao Yaya was indeed 'sleeping' soundly; and he was planning to take her to a place to stay for the night.

"..." Zhao Yaya stared at Shuhang for a long time, finding no sign of him lying.

She tried to recall, but her memory was blurry. She vaguely remembered going out for a few drinks with three close friends tonight, and then she should have gone back to her place?

Could I have drunk too much? But I only had four drinks with my friends today, how could I have drunk too much?

Zhao Yaya rubbed her temples, looking troubled.

"Sister, should I take you to the hospital?" Song Shuhang asked worriedly.

"No need, I just feel a bit like I have a stiff neck, but otherwise, I'm fine. You can take me back home; I should be fine after a good night's rest." Zhao Yaya rubbed the back of her neck, which felt as if someone had hit her with a hand knife, causing pain. Apart from that, her body felt fine.

After all, she was a medical student and could roughly determine if there was anything wrong with her body.

"I'll take you back home then," Song Shuhang smiled.

Zhao Yaya felt that Song Shuhang's smile was warm and gave her a sense of reliability: "Shuhang, you seem to have grown up a lot in just one day?"

"Really? Maybe it's just your imagination," Song Shuhang said lightly—change? From the moment he raised his hand and cut off the long-armed man's head, his mind had undergone a transformation.