"Tribulation Cultivator?"
Xu Ping’s face turned extremely grim, without hesitation, he unleashed the Geng Metal Finger, golden energy shot out like lightning.
A streak of golden energy tore through the sky like lightning, straight for the short cultivator.
"He actually unleashed the Geng Metal Finger!"
The short cultivator’s lips curled into a sneer, clearly disdainful of such a basic magic.
He slapped a Golden Light Shield Talisman on himself, a layer of golden light instantly covered his entire body.
However, the unexpected happened.
The golden energy was akin to a siege hammer, "Boom," directly smashing the golden light into fragments.
"This... is the Geng... Geng Metal Finger!?"
The short cultivator froze in place, disbelief etched on his face. Once he realized, he screamed in panic, "Big brother save me!!"
The tall brawny man’s face turned wild with shock, he slapped a dusty small pouch at his waist, and a blazing red sword appeared, transforming into a red light slashing at Xu Ping.
Xu Ping was forced to temporarily let the short cultivator go, turning back swiftly with a pointed finger.
Golden energy burst from his fingertip, accompanied by a thunderous sound, directly knocking the blazing red sword away.
The tall brawny man’s face flickered with fear; his blazing red sword had been knocked away just like that!
What level of Geng Metal Finger is this??
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The tall cultivator, panicked, slapped a Water Shield Talisman on himself, allowing a water shield to encase his entire body, attempting to block the sudden attack.
The water curtain exploded instantly under the energy impact, turning into a shower of drops splashing onto the ground.
Following this, the third streak, golden energy like an arrow, pierced through his chest, front and back.
The tall cultivator’s eyes stared vacantly, glancing down at the terrifying hole in his chest, lips trembling as if wanting to say something.
The fourth golden energy shot out suddenly, the tall cultivator’s head exploded instantly under the golden impact, flesh splattered, staining the surrounding grass red.
In just one brief second, the tall cultivator died tragically on the spot.
"Big... big brother!!"
Witnessing this, the short cultivator was shocked, eyes flashing with fear.
What level of Geng Metal Finger is this!!
Actually easily slaying his big brother!!
The short cultivator directly knelt, loudly begging for mercy: "It was Elder Yan who wanted to kill you... we were just following orders..."
His words weren’t finished before Xu Ping, blinded by rage, exploded his head with a Geng Metal Finger.
The opponent instantly fell, brain matter bursting as he died, his hand relaxing, several yellow talismans drifting to the ground.
At this point, the battle ended, seeing the blood and flesh strewn across the ground, Xu Ping finally felt a wave of nausea, his stomach churning.
Reason told him: this was no place to linger, he needed to leave quickly.
Suppressing the urge to vomit, Xu Ping first picked up the blazing red sword that had lost its owner’s mana infusion, becoming dim, fallen to the ground.
He then searched their bodies, finding nothing of value on the short cultivator, but discovered a storage pouch at the waistband of the tall cultivator.
Ensuring no hidden items elsewhere, he gathered their corpses together, summoned a Fireball Talisman to burn them to ashes, quickly leaving the scene.
Leaving the scene, Xu Ping raced home.
He breathed heavily, his chest heaving, the sound of his breaths echoing in the small space.
It took a while before his breathing gradually steadied.
Xu Ping walked to the table, picked up a jug of water, and gulped it down. The water flowed into his stomach, bringing a hint of cold comfort.
After drinking, he slammed the jug heavily onto the table.
"Finally killed someone!" Xu Ping exhaled deeply, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Whether from excitement or fear.
Though he anticipated such a day would eventually come, he hadn’t expected it so soon.
Was a living human life!
In his past life, where Xu Ping was born and raised, it was one of the safest countries in the world.
His family was harmonious and happy, no friends or relatives had encountered unexpected calamity.
To kill someone was just a term seen in the news.
Yet there’s no guilt or fear in his heart.
The scenario earlier, even if repeated a thousand times, he’d unhesitatingly strike with Geng Metal Finger.
"Alas, this world forced me," Xu Ping sighed helplessly.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm himself.
After half a quarter-hour.
His pounding heart gradually steadied.
Recalling what the short cultivator said before dying, Xu Ping felt frustrated, "Should have spared him, to ask why Elder Yan wanted him dead."
He had no hostility with Elder Yan, truly unable to comprehend why he was targeted.
Was it just because he competed in business?
Was it just such a... reason??
"Whatever the reason, since you tried to kill me, I won’t let you off," Xu Ping’s eyes flickered with coldness.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and began examining his loot.
First was the lower-grade magical artifact—the blazing red sword!
The sword was entirely red, three feet long, half a foot wide, the hilt wrapped in Fire Silkworm Silk.
"Not bad, not bad, the artifact’s restrictions are intact, a perfectly functional artifact, at last I have an artifact!"
Xu Ping’s face lit up with joy as he stowed the blazing red sword, then took out a dusty small silk pouch.
"It should be a storage pouch."
Xu Ping’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
In the entire Cultivation Realm, storage pouches were not ubiquitous.
Many loose cultivators were deterred by its high price.
The cheapest, with only a cubic foot of storage, cost at least ten Spirit Stones each.
While he never owned one, he’d seen them in use.
Holding the storage pouch, he activated his Five Elements Skill, infusing mana into the pouch, erasing the former owner’s mark.
Luckily, the original owner was dead, he easily wiped the mana imprint from the storage pouch.
Upon sensing the former mana mark had dissipated, Xu Ping decisively imprinted his own mana mark on it.
With the storage pouch, his Spiritual Sense seemed to leave his body, perceiving another realm.
It was a roughly cubic gray space.
Inside, there were many small items.
Xu Ping willed, pouring all items out at once.
The storage pouch glimmered, a pile of items appeared before him: a small heap of Spirit Stones, several talismans, some ceramics.
He counted carefully.
A total of eighteen lower-grade Spirit Stones.
Two Fireball Talismans, one Ice Freeze Talisman.
Inside a few ceramics, unknown Pills.
"No wonder it’s a storage pouch!"
Xu Ping fondly played with the storage pouch.
Half an hour later, it became dull.
He longed to smoke, but the world had none, so he silently drank some water.
Xu Ping’s gaze fell again on the items on the table, feeling: "These two brothers are truly treasure delivery boys..."
All his assets combined were far less than these two had.