Chapter 51

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To explain, the most sensational event in the region around Chuanfu in the past one or two years, apart from the Wang Yonggui murder case, has been nothing else.

If Li Wenjun could bring back Wang Yonggui’s head and claim the bounty, that would be secondary. The most important thing is that he could instantly gain fame. At that time, if he were to reveal a bit more about his significant stake in the herbal medicine shop, it would certainly boost the shop’s influence to the level of the major pharmacies. Then, acquiring the herbs he needed would be much easier.

Thinking about this, Li Wenjun made his decision. He was going to take Wang Yonggui’s head back to the authorities.

When Li Wenjun was about to decapitate Wang Yonggui, he realized that half of the broadsword was still on the mountain, and the other half had been taken into the cave by Wang Yonggui. However, this did not pose a problem for Li Wenjun. Wang Yonggui still had a knife in his hand, which seemed to be a fine blade.

Li Wenjun bent down, took the knife from Wang Yonggui’s hand, and with a light swing, Wang Yonggui’s head was easily severed.

"Good blade, truly a good blade. Unfortunately, this blade is stolen property; otherwise, I would have kept it." Li Wenjun shook his head and threw the fine blade back onto Wang Yonggui’s corpse.

In the official wanted notice, this blade was also a key target. It was said to be a priceless treasure, and Wang Yonggui had committed the mass murder to obtain this blade.

Li Wenjun had more capability to protect this fine blade than Wang Yonggui, but it would inevitably bring some trouble. Li Wenjun only wanted to focus on his cultivation and did not want to get involved in unnecessary trouble. Besides, no matter how good the blade was, it was still just a piece of ordinary metal. Li Wenjun desired a magical weapon more, which would be a more suitable weapon for him.

Li Wenjun held Wang Yonggui’s head and looked at his unblinking face, feeling a bit sentimental. Half a year ago, he had struggled to fight a lame young wolf, even breaking his leg. Now, he could easily kill Wang Yonggui, a top-notch fighter in the martial world, and decapitate him. The progress and speed were unimaginable for ordinary people.

All of this was thanks to cultivating the "Changchun Gong." Cultivating to become an immortal was indeed a good way to quickly enhance one's strength. In the future, he must continue to cultivate diligently without any slack.

Li Wenjun placed Wang Yonggui’s head to the side, waiting for the bleeding to stop before putting it in his storage bag. He had no suitable tools to process the head, but the storage bag could significantly extend the preservation period, so there was no need to worry about it rotting.

Li Wenjun looked at Wang Yonggui’s corpse and muttered, "Well, you were a notable figure, so I won’t let you rot in the wilderness."

Saying this, Li Wenjun made a hand sign and cast a fireball onto Wang Yonggui’s corpse. With a crackle, Wang Yonggui’s body began to burn.

Actually, during the confrontation with Wang Yonggui, Li Wenjun had always wanted to use the fireball spell. Once the fireball spell was cast, Wang Yonggui would surely die. However, the fireball spell required preparation time. Although Li Wenjun had shortened the preparation time to eight breaths after months of hard cultivation, eight breaths was still a considerable amount of time, and Wang Yonggui never gave him the chance.

Now, Wang Yonggui was dead, and he could no longer prevent Li Wenjun from using the fireball spell.

Li Wenjun watched as the flames consumed Wang Yonggui’s corpse. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he stared intently at the flames. His expression became somewhat incredulous, as if flowers were growing in the flames.

The fire from the fireball spell was not ordinary fire but a flame generated by a cultivator’s mana, with a temperature far exceeding that of ordinary fire. In the secular world, few things could withstand the burning of the fireball spell. For example, when Li Wenjun killed Fan Yibo and used the fireball spell to burn his corpse, Fan Yibo’s greatsword and chain were melted into iron slag.

However, this time, the fine blade on Wang Yonggui’s corpse showed no signs of melting, not even deforming. As Wang Yonggui’s corpse turned to ash and the fire was about to die out, the fine blade remained unscathed.

All signs indicated that this fine blade was not an ordinary one; its origin must be extraordinary.

Li Wenjun suddenly became very interested in the fine blade he had previously discarded. He patiently waited for the flames to die out and the blade to cool down before picking it up.

Li Wenjun first carefully examined the fine blade. Apart from being slightly blackened by smoke, the blade showed no other changes.

Li Wenjun took out a cloth and wiped the dirt off the blade, revealing its cold and intimidating true form.

This was a goose feather saber, with a straight and narrow blade and no blood groove. The entire saber was about three feet long, with the blade taking up more than two-thirds of its length. The end of the handle was a dragon head, with a gemstone embedded in the dragon’s eyes.

The gemstone was irregular in shape, about the size of a quail’s egg, and was completely embedded in the blade. When holding the handle, it did not feel uncomfortable. What Li Wenjun found most peculiar was that the gemstone was not the common red, green, yellow, black, or transparent, but a very rare silver-white.

Li Wenjun, who had seen many jewels, had never seen a gemstone of this color before. He wondered if it was a man-made imitation or naturally occurring.

After carefully examining the blade, Li Wenjun felt a liking for it. He stood in the mountain hollow, took a deep breath, and began to practice with the goose feather saber. He had learned various weapon techniques in the martial arts school, and now, as he practiced, he felt a sense of ease and comfort, as if the blade had grown on his arm, extending it and moving as smoothly as his fingers, without any burden.

Excited by the practice, Li Wenjun let out a long whistle, activated his light body technique, and leaped into the air. He swung the dragon-headed goose feather saber, chopping around his body. This was just a normal action, and he was in mid-air, not intending to create any shocking effect. However, something unexpected happened.

Li Wenjun felt something inside him flow out from his hand holding the saber, entering the blade. With a "buzz," the dragon-headed goose feather saber suddenly lit up, and a blade of light about three feet long shot out from the blade, chopping into the hillside.

With a "boom," the blade of light hit the hillside, sending stones and grass flying.

Li Wenjun landed on the hillside in great surprise, walked briskly to the point where the blade of light had struck, and examined it closely. The blade of light had penetrated the rock of the hillside, leaving a mark about three to four feet long, half a foot deep, and about an inch wide at its widest point. He could insert his hand into the mark, and it would still be submerged past his wrist with some room to spare.

What was going on?

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