Feng Chuncai fell to the ground, screaming.
Countless tiny demonic insects scurried through his veins and marrow. From the outside, one could only see the veins on his exposed skin bulge high, slithering like venomous snakes.
Feng Chuncai scread, "Who is it?! Who the hell is it?! Ah! It hurts so much..."
He couldn’t see Song Ciwan and had no idea where this assault was coming from. Victory had been within his grasp; he had been on the verge of killing that old fool—
Feng Chuncai was in too much pain to move. His abundant Qi Blood was useless, instead becoming nourishnt for the demonic insects swarming his body.
Still, he forced his head up, looking toward the old hall master.
He saw the old hall master’s third disciple, Xiao Shu, kneeling beside him, stuffing one Elixir after another into his mouth.
But the old hall master’s body remained motionless. It seed that even a massive quantity of Elixirs couldn’t bring a dying man back from the brink.
At that mont, Feng Chuncai’s agony seed to find a sliver of relief. As if talking to himself, yet also shouting at the old hall master, he roared, "Old fool, I might not die, but you definitely won’t live! Ah!"
He punctuated his shouts with cries of pain.
What did it feel like to be devoured by ten thousand insects?
In the past, Feng Chuncai had only ever seen others suffer various forms of torture. He never knew, until he experienced it himself, just how indescribable the pain could be.
Who was it? Who the hell was scheming against him?
No matter how he tried, Feng Chuncai couldn’t see Song Ciwan standing right beside him.
Intense clouds of invisible energy billowed from the top of his head. The Heaven and Earth Scale appeared and collected all of it.
[Human Desires. From an Innate Second Transformation Opening Realm Martial Artist: Hatred, Fury, and Wrath. Three jin and one tael. Exchangeable.]
[Human Desires. From an Innate Second Transformation Opening Realm Martial Artist: Resentnt, Fury, and Obsession. Two jin and two taels. Exchangeable.]
[Human Desires. From an Innate Second Transformation Opening Realm Martial Artist: Hatred, Fury, and Resentnt. One jin and one tael. Exchangeable.]
...
Song Ciwan wasn’t just collecting the energy from Feng Chuncai. There was more—the invisible energies swirling toward the beauties in the bottle. She casually caught it all, and the Heaven and Earth Scale swept it up in one go.
For Song Ciwan, this energy could be exchanged for Cultivation and various Techniques—it was good stuff. But if it fell directly upon a living person, it would undoubtedly beco a fatal poison!
Song Ciwan didn’t know how the two young won in the Cyan Flower Bottle had endured this energy before, but she could guess that this kind of Evil Technique must inflict imnse harm on its vessel.
As she captured the various invisible energies falling from the sky, she pondered how she could break the Cyan Flower Bottle and rescue the two young won inside.
Suddenly, she saw Niu the Sixth, who had been lying to the side, scramble back to his feet.
He rubbed the rattle at his waist with one hand, tightened his grip on the Little Silver Shuttle in the other, and with a great roar, charged straight at Feng Chuncai.
Feng Chuncai’s giant-like body was flopping on the ground, struggling desperately like a dying fish.
Niu the Sixth roared as he reached him, first smashing a fist viciously into his cheek.
THWACK!
The muscles on Feng Chuncai’s face twitched slightly, but it was Niu the Sixth who cried out in pain.
"Argh!" Niu the Sixth yelled. His fist had struck Feng Chuncai’s face with all his might, but it was like hitting a bronze wall. The gap between a mortal’s body and the formidable physique of an Innate Martial Artist was simply too vast.
"Scum! Bastard! Animal!" Niu the Sixth paid it no mind. He clenched both fists and rained down blows like a sudden storm, cursing furiously as he struck. "You’re the one who hard my Niuniu! She was only fifteen! How could you lay a hand on her? You have a daughter of your own—how are you worthy of having a daughter? Animal! You’re not human! No, you’re worse than an animal!"
"How are you worthy? How are you worthy of being alive?"
"Go die! No! I hope you die a horrible death! Aaaaargh..."
Niu the Sixth summoned all his strength and suddenly slamd a fist into Feng Chuncai’s slightly open mouth.
Feng Chuncai was being devoured by ten thousand insects. The pain was so intense that he had opened his mouth to scream, giving Niu the Sixth the chance to smash his fist inside.
And clenched inside Niu the Sixth’s fist was the Little Silver Shuttle he had gotten from Master Wu!
Niu the Sixth withdrew his fist, but the Little Silver Shuttle remained in Feng Chuncai’s mouth.
Feng Chuncai felt a foreign object in his mouth but had no idea what it was.
He tried to spit it out, but the mont the object entered his mouth, it adhered firmly to his saliva. He tried to push it with his tongue, but it wouldn’t budge.
"You..." he mumbled angrily, unable to form a complete sentence. He could only mumble and cry out in pain. "Argh! A villain sches against ..."
Before he could finish, there was a sudden "BANG!"
A full-blown explosion erupted in his mouth.
Yes, an explosion.
The Little Silver Shuttle was a Marvel. Its proper use was to imrse it in water, which would then generate a strange poison.
A Martial Artist who drank the water from the Silver Shuttle would find their Qi Blood growing agitated and die a violent, explosive death within the hour.
But Niu the Sixth had shoved it directly into Feng Chuncai’s mouth. Upon contact with the Martial Artist’s saliva, the Little Silver Shuttle had violently detonated.
Half of Feng Chuncai’s face was instantly blown apart, and he let out a hoarse, garbled scream.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
As his Qi Blood flowed, tiny points of explosion erupted all over his body—his neck, arms, legs, chest, abdon...
In an instant, dozens of wounds had been blasted open on Feng Chuncai’s body.
His giant-like body rapidly shrank, and soon he returned to his original, normal height.
The explosions continued. Feng Chuncai lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to do anything but scream in garbled agony.
Wriggling Black Insects crawled out from his blasted wounds. So, corroded by the Little Silver Shuttle’s poison, fell back onto Feng Chuncai’s body, their antennae retracting as they died on the spot.
Other Black Insects, after a violent struggle, instead raised their heads, sprouted wings, and with a BUZZ, took flight, only to dive back down onto Feng Chuncai and continue gnawing at his poisoned flesh and blood.
"Aaaaargh..."
Feng Chuncai’s screams grew fainter. Clouds of invisible energy, also drastically reduced in weight, flew from the top of his head, only to be captured by Song Ciwan.
[Human Desires. From an Innate Second Transformation Opening Realm Martial Artist: Pain, Hatred, and Resentnt. Eight taels and three maces. Exchangeable.]
[Human Desires. From an Innate Second Transformation Opening Realm Martial Artist: Hatred, Obsession, and Bewildernt. Three taels and six maces. Exchangeable.]
...
There was a limit to how much human desire could be provoked. As ti went on, Feng Chuncai’s emotional fluctuations grew weaker.
Niu the Sixth, however, was feeling imnse satisfaction. Plus of human desire also flew from his head. Each wisp weighed only around three taels, but they were nurous—a full twelve wisps erged in a short ti.
Song Ciwan captured them all just the sa.
What she didn’t know was that her actions of capturing the human desires were being projected onto a light screen, watched by the Cultivators on Wangjiang Mountain.
However, even through the light screen, those people could only see that whenever she reached out her hand, the nearby "invisible energy" would vanish completely. They couldn’t discern what thod she was using, or what kind of Artifact she was using to collect the energy.
No one besides Song Ciwan could see the Heaven and Earth Scale.
Even that special light screen could not reveal its existence.
On Wangjiang Mountain, subtle discussions gradually began to arise. "Who is this person?"
"I’ve never seen her before..."
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