Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 349 - 349 295

349: Chapter 295 349: Chapter 295 “Hmm, then let this junior take care of it for you.

I believe those people are still in this city.

Wait for good news from !”

Jiang Tang gave a confident smile.

He didn’t bring out any Magical Treasures nor did he send his Golden Elf.

He summoned a formidable Spiritual Fire from his body, the Qianji Fire that he hadn’t used in a long ti.

Every day, he would use the Xuanming Spiritual Fire, and his avatars would use the Xuanming Spiritual Fire for alchemy.

The Qianji Fire had beco the most leisurely fire.

The Fire Spirit of the Qianji Fire would mock the Spirit of the Xuanming Spiritual Fire daily for being busier than an ox, while the latter would tease it for living like a pig.

Being suddenly summoned by its master caught the Qianji Fire completely off guard.

As it appeared in mid-air, the Fire Spirit yawned lazily.

“Sizzle sizzle…”

As the Qianji Fire yawned, the flas began to crackle and grow larger.

“Go, stop lazing around, and extinguish all the hidden enemies.”

“Sizzle sizzle…” The Qianji Fire made the noise again but didn’t dare to disobey its master’s command, falling from the sky into the city.

Upon entering the city, the Qianji Fire didn’t search on a grand scale but burrowed into the ground through rat holes to trace those who carried the scent of the drug previously applied.

The city, scattered with the Qi of life, hadn’t entirely masked the scent of those people.

The Qianji Fire moved underground, seeking out the people carrying that scent.

The city seed to regain tranquillity, and the more daring individuals started to co out and look around, but they sensed that this was not rely the mad spread of rats and cats and dogs.

The enemies were possibly still lurking in the shadows, yet to be captured.

More people in the city stayed hidden, afraid to appear on the streets, fearful of the outbreak of a second rat plague.

When the Qianji Fire appeared sowhere, everyone could feel a wave of heat.

This heat carried a sense of threat, emanating from the murderous intent released by the Qianji Fire.

Those hidden in the basent might have also sensed it, a threat of sizzling heat, a scent of fiery slaughter.

“Damn it…”

The people in the basent could only curse before the leader waved them down, ordering everyone to flee through the maze-like passages similar to rat tunnels.

They realized the power of their enemy and feared that their entire group might be annihilated.

This was not the outco they had hoped for—not before they had even started their plan.

They didn’t believe that by spreading the rat plague in the city and harming many people, they were rely testing their product; they hadn’t yet unleashed their most potent attack.

At that mont, what more could the fleeing people consider?

Just like their leaders in this materialistic organization, the nefarious individuals who looted everywhere, even they had a day when they feared death.

Nobody would know the terror of death before the mont of demise cos, but what flowed through their hearts now seed to be the fear that death was near.

This fear of death was like the drug they had used on the rats, causing the crazed animals to bite cats, and dogs to bite people in a frenzy, inducing a deathly terror in others.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, they were laughing heartily and feeling ecstatic.

Now, as fortune’s wheel turned, they were terrified, fearing the imminent arrival of death, and while fleeing, they were so scared they almost wet themselves.

Following its master’s command, the Qianji Fire, annoyed at being sent out to work, vented its anger on those who carried that particular scent.

Sensing countless individuals with that scent, the Fire Spirit of the Qianji Fire separated strands of flas to track down and chase the enemies in the midst of their escape.

Jiang Tang’s order was clear—upon encountering ruthless individuals, don’t hesitate to kill them.

Such wicked people should not escape justice; those who create panic and harm others deserve no pity.

Kill them all, whether they are alone or in pairs.

The flas of the Qianji Fire pursued these individuals, burning them like rats, sizzling as it roasted them alive.

Upon contact, the flas turned people into roasted pigs, and the terrified victims could only let out a single scream before they were reduced to charred corpses.

The air filled with the aroma of roasted pork, but those who slled it felt no hunger’s delight.

Instead, they ran in terror, fearing the sa fate.

The secret passage was dug out by a terrorist organization, and it had its chanisms too, rendering it inaccessible to ordinary people.

Even cultivators couldn’t move freely in places filled with traps.

The Qianji Fire, however, was a different kind of fire.

Its flas, thin as strands of hair, could seep through the cracks of the doors rigged with chanisms, infiltrating inside even if soone shut the heavy gates tightly.

The traps and heavy gates in the tunnel posed no threat to the Qianji Fire.

Terrorists, one after another, were slowly being burned to death—more than a dozen, cresting twenty.

So escaped into the residences of mortals, surfacing from an exit into the hos and hiding within.

Those who hadn’t hidden underground were roasted by the Qianji Fire into roast pigs, and then, in the span of a quarter hour, the roast pigs turned to ash.

The people and objects scorched by the flas of the Qianji Fire had their essence devoured, becoming food for the Fire Spirit.

The Qianji Fire hadn’t been summoned by its master to work in a long ti.

It normally didn’t feel hunger, but at the IC, it seized a great opportunity, absorbing both the essence of the heavy gates and the individuals.

The Fire Spirit of the Qianji Fire ate up the essence of those people below ground and belched contentedly.

Only then did it languidly fly back to its master.

It was bound by a contract with Jiang Tang, naturally subjected to its master’s control.

It couldn’t escape the domination of its powerful master, and only when the master was strong did it benefit as well.

Jiang Tang retracted the fire seeds and said to Ye Tian, who was standing on the opposite airship:

“Most of the enemies have been eliminated.

A few have escaped into civilian hos.

My fire seeds can’t enter civilian hos and harm mortals.

Those cunning people are using mortals as hostages and still holding dangerous items.”

“Jiang Tang, have the Fire Spirit indicate a location, and I will go eliminate them.”

“Ye, I shall leave this matter in your hands.

Please ensure they’re all eradicated.”

Jiang Tang had used the Qianji Fire to kill so many people; naturally, the credit should go to Ye Tian.

His role as a guardian deity tasked to protect the people allowed him to slay terrorists, but as an ordinary citizen, he could not.

Even if he caught terrorists and wrongdoers, they needed to be handed over to those like Ye Tian, who had the authority to execute evildoers.

He couldn’t vie for the credit with them; they could kill terrorists and evildoers to protect their country, not for the glory.

Jiang Tang felt he was different, not that he lacked a sense of justice.

Had he not possessed it, he wouldn’t have co here.

Mainly, he didn’t want to beco a target for revenge by these terrorists before he had established the Saint Sect.

Such scoundrels were hard to guard against.

It wasn’t that Jiang Tang feared them, but dealing with such nuisances, like adhesives that wouldn’t co off—killing one batch only for another to erge, just like rats, endlessly coming in droves—was indeed exhausting.

Guided by Jiang Tang, Ye Tian’s Divine Sense covered the entire mortal area.

As his Divine Sense infiltrated, he indeed discovered five or six people clutching knives in one hand and grenade-like weapons in the other, holding mortals hostage.

Among them, one person was particularly cruel, clutching an infant in his arms.

The families of the mortals continually begged for their loved ones’ release.

A terrorist, eyes gleaming with malice and speaking an unintelligible language, had already drawn a bloody line on a hostage’s neck with his knife, piercing the skin and drawing blood.

The fear of having their necks sliced by the knife made the people cry out, especially the loud wailing of the infant.

Ye Tian attacked the terrorist’s head with a Divine Sense Attack, causing it to feel as if struck by a punch within the brain.

First dizziness, then bleeding from all orifices followed.

Suddenly, the bad guy died, and the hostages had a narrow escape from death, reuniting with their families, crying loudly in each other’s arms.

Fortunately, the man had not managed to throw the grenade before dying, allowing the mortals to miraculously survive from the inexplicable death of the terrorists and believed they were blessed by the gods.

Peace was restored to the city as people ran out of their houses and knelt on the ground to pray to the heavens.

Those who practiced cultivation were even more aware that soone with higher cultivation had protected the city.

The city officials, who had been alerted to Ye Tian’s arrival, were also aware that their guardian deity had co and had protected the people of their city, killing all the terrorists causing the plague.

“Jiang Tang, thank you.

Without your help, I wouldn’t have been able to kill these people so smoothly, and even if I had killed them, I couldn’t have eliminated their toxins.”

Hearing the people’s prayers below, Ye Tian felt a bit ashad to take the credit that wasn’t entirely his but, for the sake of keeping Jiang Tang’s secret, he didn’t want to drag him down and refrained from explaining to others.