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Chapter 164: Little Peng's Wisdom
🕑 Added 2024-01-05 08:51:15 +0000 UTCImmortal Path Space : Table of Content/Chapter List
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Wang Hong released several Spirit Bees once again, guiding them to slowly fly towards the assassin. They swarmed over the assassin, biting and stinging.
Seeing no immediate reaction from the assassin, Wang Hong released ten more Spirit Bees. He was in no hurry; after all, he wasn't the one suffering from the pain.
His approach was akin to beating a bush to see if any information would fall out. If he could extract some intelligence, that would be ideal. If not, no problem—capturing a live one might come in handy later, as opportunities tend to present themselves.
He continued to release Spirit Bees multiple times, causing the assassin's forehead veins to bulge with pain. However, the assassin remained tight-lipped.
At this point, Wang Hong regretted not keeping the talkative assassin who loved to spout nonsense. Maybe interrogating him would have yielded more information. The current one was as silent as a clam.
With this thought, Wang Hong left the assassin in place and instructed Little Peng, "Little Peng, keep an eye on him. Don't let him escape, understood?"
Little Peng nodded in understanding.
Wang Hong confiscated items from the assassin and delivered a punch to his abdomen, dispersing the Spiritual Energy. Satisfied that the assassin was incapacitated, Wang Hong departed.
With Little Peng's limited intelligence, keeping the promise not to let the assassin escape was a given.
Wang Hong's purpose was to tidy up after the chatty assassin who liked to talk nonsense.
He never disposed of bodies carelessly after a kill. The remains had to be turned into ashes to prevent any chance of retaliation from the enemy.
Immortal Cultivators possessed mysterious techniques, and since he had taken a life, there was no room for giving the opponent a chance to turn the tables.
The assassin was thoroughly dead, his Poisonous Bees still hovering nearby. In this battle, nearly three hundred out of two thousand Poisonous Bees had perished.
Wang Hong collected all the Poisonous Bee corpses on the ground. Not only could the toxins be extracted from these corpses, but it also helped eliminate any traces of the Poisonous Bees' presence—a strategic move to avoid unnecessary exposure.
After clearing the area of any Poisonous Bee traces, he found a swift Spiritual Weapon, a small knife, near the corpse.
The Level Two Foundation Building assassin, observing Wang Hong leaving alone and leaving only a tier-one bird as a guard, saw an opportunity.
Enduring intense pain, he slowly sat up. As he did, Little Peng's wing swiftly descended, knocking him back to the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Little Peng's strength was considerable. A year ago, he could already send Elder Brother flying several feet away with just his strength. Now, his power had undoubtedly increased.
The assassin, on the ground again, had two more broken ribs. After catching his breath, he attempted to sit up again, keeping a wary eye on Little Peng.
Seeing the assassin making movements but not attempting to escape, Little Peng made no move to interfere.
It wasn't until the assassin fully sat up that Little Peng's wing descended once more. This time, the assassin was prepared, quickly dodging the strike and rolling several feet away.
The assassin, realizing Little Peng wasn't bothering him anymore, cautiously continued rolling towards one side. Little Peng remained indifferent.
As the assassin cautiously rolled in one direction, Little Peng allowed it. The assassin, thrilled at the apparent lack of attention, continued to roll energetically.
Despite the pain with each roll, especially from the broken bones, he persisted, hoping to reach a safe distance.
The excruciating pain caused by the poison of the Spirit Bees was like being roasted alive in a fire. The assassin's entire body was swollen and even a gentle touch brought intense agony.
With each roll, he endured unbearable pain, convulsing all over. Truly an elite talent cultivated by Shadow Kill, he continued rolling energetically despite the excruciating pain, heading in one direction.
Little Peng observed the rolling assassin, unsure of what to do. Wang Hong had only mentioned preventing the assassin from getting up, but the assassin hadn't stood up yet. Little Peng was perplexed about whether it should intervene.
After pondering for a while, Little Peng came up with a brilliant compromise. Proud of its own wisdom, it quickly caught up with the rolling assassin, extended a claw to grab him, and helped him stand up.
The assassin was bewildered. What did this mean? He cautiously examined the large bird, but it showed no further intention.
Deciding to take a chance, the assassin suddenly exerted force with both legs, attempting to escape. Unaware that Little Peng was waiting for him to run, considering the confusion during the previous rolling on the ground, he thought he could escape now.
As he took a few steps, a large wing swept down.
"Bang!"
The assassin was swept off his feet and crashed onto a nearby rock. He coughed up a large amount of blood and then went lifeless, dead.
Unfortunately, this skilled assassin, a product of Shadow Kill's training, had killed countless cultivators. Now, he met his end in a confused manner at the hands of a bird. Until his death, he never understood what the bird's intentions were.
Upon Wang Hong's return, he found the assassin dead but paid little attention. Little Peng ran to Wang Hong, proud and eager to showcase its intelligence, using various gestures to convey its actions.
Wang Hong took a moment to understand that the assassin intended to escape, but Little Peng intervened, causing the assassin to lie still. Unaware of the specific events during the chase, as the two battlefields were somewhat distant, Wang Hong decided to let it be.
Since the assassin was already dead, Wang Hong ignited a fire, reducing the body to ashes.
Returning to the sect with Little Peng, Wang Hong first examined the storage bags of the two assassins. Two sect tokens had no significant value, a small knife, a low-grade Spiritual Weapon with incredible speed suitable for sneak attacks.
There was also a Golden Seal, a medium-grade Spiritual Weapon with the ability to enlarge to about ten meters, a powerful medium-grade Spiritual Weapon that compensated for Wang Hong's lack of high-powered attack Spiritual Weapons.
Additionally, there were two low-grade defense shields, previously witnessed by Wang Hong. They had average defense and could be sold or exchanged for contribution points in Azure Void City.
The total Spirit Stones in the storage bags amounted to over two hundred thousand, considered wealthy among early-stage Foundation Building cultivators. Including the Spiritual Weapons, they were now rich.
The bags also contained various miscellaneous items—Pills, Spirit Herbs, Ores, Jade Scrolls, and other cultivation items. Wang Hong categorized the valuable ones and burned the rest.
With a harvest of two hundred thousand Spirit Stones and adding those reclaimed from Azure Void City, despite buying a mansion, Wang Hong now possessed one hundred and twenty thousand Spirit Stones.
He scattered over a million into Space, expanding it by ten acres. Planting two acres of East Departure Grass, five acres of Nourishing Essence Pill Medicinal Herbs, and leaving three acres vacant, he planned to find Spirit Plants suitable for refining tool materials.
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