Chapter 119: Fine weather
for a newly transformed demon, it signifies recognition, a sense of existence.This point, the blood robe had already told Jiang Yun in advance, so Jiang Yun nodded and said, "My surname is Jiang, you...Just as the heavy rain fell, Jiang Yun followed behind the two cultivators, having already exited Nanxing City's gates and dashed towards the outside.
The rainfall was incredibly heavy, like a hole had been punched through the sky. Dense raindrops pounded onto the ground, creating countless splashes and slowly rising wisps of mist.
From afar, the heavy rain looks like mist!
Within the midst of rain and mist, the three figures of Jiang Yun hurried forward. Their bodies were soaked through. A cultivator turned his head back, wiping the rainwater from his face: "Master Gu, my junior brother is just ahead, he'll be here soon."
Jiang Yun lightly nodded and said, "How much benefit did Du Guirong give you"
Hearing this, the two cultivators who were running at full speed suddenly stopped, their faces filled with surprise, their eyes fixed on Jiang Yun.
"Click!"
Just then, a thick bolt of lightning, as large as a dragon, slashed across the sky, illuminating everything in dazzling white light. This allowed the two people to clearly see the serenity on Jiang Yun's face at that moment.
A monk strained a smile onto his face and said, “Ancient Master Gu, this joke isn't funny at all!”
Ginger lightly said, "Besides sensing injuries and poison, I am also very sensitive to killing intent! Although you are hiding it well, you can't escape my notice!"
"I'm sorry, Master Gu!"
At this point, the two cultivators knew that there was no use in saying anything more. They retreated backward, trying to create distance between themselves and Jiang Yun, but suddenly they found that they couldn't move at all. Lowering their heads, they realized that their bodies were now enveloped by wisps of mist that looked like ropes, appearing at some unknown point in time.
Both of them turned pale with fright and hurriedly shouted, "Come out!"
Five black figures emerged from the rain mist in the distance!
Jiang Yun didn't even look at the five figures. Instead, he stared at the two cultivators and said, "Since I can save you, I can naturally kill you!"
As he spoke, Jiang Yun spread open his right hand and gently curved his fingers.
As Jiang Yun's palm closed, the two cultivators suddenly felt the countless wisps of mist ropes that were binding them begin to retract, constricting their bodies and causing their bones to crackle. They wanted to beg for mercy, but they couldn't utter a sound, their faces turning blue and purple.
When Jiang Yun's right hand fully closed, the two of them also stared wide-eyed, unwilling to die, and collapsed to the ground.
Glancing at the two corpses on the ground, Jiang Yun looked up at the torrential rain pouring from the sky and the lightning that occasionally flashed across the horizon. He said softly, "The weather is nice! But you really shouldn't have chosen such a day to lure me out!"
Just as Jiang Yun's voice fell, the five figures had already arrived in front of Jiang Yun.
Right in the middle stood Du Gui rong, a cruel smile and hatred contorting his face as he glared at Jiang Yun. "Boy," he hissed, "you have guts, daring to take what's mine. Today, you'll pay for it all!"
Although Jiang Yun is now quite famous in Nanzhang City, in everyone's eyes, he is just a first-grade alchemist who is proficient in medicine.
Moreover, the black stone within Gingercloud's body made it impossible to see through his cultivation level.
Therefore, no one had ever imagined how powerful Jiang Yun's cultivation would be!
Therefore, even though Du Guirong couldn't swallow the humiliation of having his Sān Huā Lú taken away by Jiang Yun, and even hired two cultivators to lure Jiang Yun out of Nán Xīng City, setting up an ambush, but the people he brought, including himself, were at most only at the eighth level of Tūng Mài.
In his view, dealing with Jiang Yun should be more than enough.
"Kill him!"
At Du Guirong's command, the four figures who had always been by his side flashed and rushed towards Jiang Yun.
Facing the four figures rushing towards him, Jiang Yun's face showed no emotion whatsoever. He still spoke softly: "I haven't fought anyone in nearly four months! I wonder how many will die at my hands tonight!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a powerful aura erupted from Jiang Yun's body. He uttered two more words: "Mist rises!"
In the midst of utter silence, the ceaseless raindrops and the water droplets on Jiang Yun's body exploded in that instant, transforming into countless even tinier particles. They churned up a dense fog that spread across the sky, enveloping the four people who had rushed over completely.
As the mist descended, everyone's vision blurred all at once. In an instant, Jiang Yun and his companions disappeared from sight, as if he were the only one left in this expanse of fog.
One of them suddenly stopped, turning his head to look around. He didn't notice at all that in front of him, a cloud of mist had condensed into a finger and was silently pointing at his brow.
"Pfft!"
The mist pierced straight through the man's brow, and Ginger Cloud's voice followed closely from within the mist: "The fourth one!"
"What's going on"
"What's the fourth one"
In the midst of the mist, another three voices suddenly cried out in alarm. And with each gasp, Jiang Yun's voice would almost immediately follow.
"Fifth!"
"The sixth one!"
"The seventh one!"
In the blink of an eye, silence descended upon the mist, and Jiang Yun slowly stepped out of it, his entire body completely dry.
As he stepped out, the all-encompassing fog suddenly contracted, like a wide cloak billowing behind Jiang Yun. It also revealed four corpses lying on the ground, their eyes still staring blankly ahead in death.
Each corpse had a hole in their forehead, but there was no blood flowing out, all washed away instantly by the torrential rain.
Ginger calmly looked at Du Guirong, who was stunned. “You’re the eighth!”
Du Guirong was completely stunned. From the moment these four charged at Jiang Yun, to Jiang Yun now walking out of the mist, it had only been a matter of ten breaths' time, and yet all four were already killed.
He didn't know that with Ginger Cloud's cultivation at the eleventh level of Meridian Opening, it wouldn't be difficult at all to kill someone at the eighth level.
Du Gui Rong finally came to his senses, took a step back, and looked at Jiang Yun and said, "You, could you be a Fudi Realm"
"Guess!"
Ginger Cloud raised his hand once more, reaching for Du Gui Rong. However, just as his palm was about to touch the other man, his figure suddenly retreated.
"Clang!"
A sharp clang of metal resonated, and a massive fissure appeared where Jiang Yun had just stood. Countless clouds of dust billowed up, instantly evaporating the dense rain surrounding it, creating a brief vacuum.
Gingercloud didn't look at the crack, but instead looked at Du Gui Rong's shoulders.
There, standing at half a man's height, was a mantis. It brandished its two forelimbs like large swords, and its bulging eyes glared menacingly at Jiangyun.
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