Chapter 9: Swallowing the Golden Spirit Root

  "You stinky little brat, your reaction is quick indeed, but I'll finish you off with one move!"

  A cold voice sounded, and Wang Fei immediately turned his gaze towards the source of the sound. In the dense and dark thicket, a pair of large hands stretched out, parted the thick leaves and branches, and a sturdy man walked out.

  As soon as he appeared, he gave Wang Fei a cold smile.

  This man was Fang Hao, who had a past conflict with Wang Fei.

  Fang Hao knew that the opportunity to kill Wang Fei had arrived when he received the task of entering the forest to bury the musk deer. So, he had been secretly staring at him, waiting for Wang Fei to finish his work and become somewhat tired and distracted before making a move, planning to make a fatal blow. However, what made him depressed was that Wang Fei actually dodged it.

  At the time when Fang Hao was slandering him, Wang Fei had already seen through the sneak attacker and saw that it was Fang Hao. He couldn't help but take a step back, his body involuntarily retreating as he stared at the flying sword in Fang Hao's hand stained with his own blood, Wang Fei seethed with anger.

  Although Wang Fei had many grievances with him, he never thought of killing him. However, the other party unexpectedly wanted to take his own life first, and the ruthlessness of this move was evident.

  Whoosh! Just as Wang Fei was lost in thought, Fang Hao gave a sinister smile, raised his hand, and pointed at the flying sword, shooting it towards Wang Fei.

  Wang Fei, with a thoughtful expression, had been paying attention to Fang Hao's movements. Seeing this, Wang Fei didn't say another word and flipped his hand, taking out the flying sword he got from Lin Feng from within the Lingzhu. With a move of his controlling technique, he met the attack head-on.

  With a loud clang, the two flying swords collided, producing a shower of sparks. The flying sword controlled by Wang Fei was actually chopped into two segments by Fang Hao's flying sword and fell to the ground.

  Seeing this, Fang Hao wiped his mouth and smiled wryly. He raised his hand again and made another gesture. The flying sword floated up once more, spun around in a circle, and then continued to shoot rapidly towards Wang Fei.

  Wang Fei secretly thought that something was off. Fang Hao's flying sword in his hand was clearly an ordinary flying sword, so why could it easily cut through his own flying sword?

  At this, Wang Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily manipulated his spiritual energy to quickly move left and right in the thicket, trying to dodge. However, that flying sword was locked onto him tightly, leaving Wang Fei no way to evade. At the same time, Wang Fei pinched his fingers together with both hands, and five flames rose up from the tip of his right index finger.

  While practicing control techniques, Wang Fei also practiced flame techniques to make them more refined and able to cast more flames.

  Five flames rose up and illuminated the slightly overcast forest.

  "Out!"

  Wang Fei let out a low shout, his five fingers struck in rapid succession, and five flames burst forth, transforming into five fire snakes that merged into one and shot towards Fang Hao.

  When Wang Fei performed a series of skilled movements, Fang Hao was shocked in his heart. Wang Fei was just an ordinary person, and it was not easy to cultivate, let alone condense magic spells. Now he could actually transform flames, which was really beyond expectation. Fang Hao didn't know that the spiritual root in Wang Fei's body had become Lin Feng's seventh-grade fire spiritual root, which was even better than his eighth-grade golden spiritual root.

  When Fang Hao was shocked and amazed, the fire snake had approached, with a "hiss" sound, it split open, one rushed towards the flying sword in Fang Hao's hand, entwining it, while the other four formed a square formation, surrounding Fang Hao all around.

  "Agreed!"

  Wang Fei let out another roar, his hands changing rapidly as he formed a seal and pointed it straight at the four fire snakes.

  The fire snake was pulled by Fa Yin and suddenly jumped several times, gathering towards Fang Hao in the center.

  Fang Hao saw the situation, his heart and soul were shocked, he hurriedly urged the spiritual power in his body to resist, but Wang Fei didn't give him any chance, the spell incantations kept pressing down, and five fire snakes popped out, wave after wave, drowning Fang Hao.

  "Wang Fei, you..."

  Fang Hao, surrounded by flames, was in excruciating pain, wanting to scream but unable to make a sound, could only glare with anger and wide eyes.

  The fire snake is getting closer and closer to Fang Hao, and in the blink of an eye, it will burn him to death.

  Suddenly, Wang Fei flipped his hand and the nine fire snakes transformed again, turning into nine fire arrows. With a few swift sounds, the arrows pierced directly through Fang Hao's body.

  "Ah——"

  Rocket into the body, severe pain came, Fang Hao looked up at the sky and let out a long roar, his face twisted in agony.

  After he let out this roar, his entire body thoroughly lost its vitality, his eyes dull and lifeless. With a thud, his entire body fell straight down. The ground beneath him shook with the impact, sending up wisps of dust.

  "Second."

  Looking at Fang Hao lying on the ground with his life slipping away, Wang Fei muttered to himself, this was the second person he had killed since he started practicing.

  "Eight Treasures Golden Ginseng Root."

  Wang Fei stretched out his right hand, and spiritual energy flowed through it. A hint of unbearable color flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by a fierce look.

  In the world of Xiuzhen, the weak are preyed upon by the strong. To be lenient towards one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. Wang Fei deeply understood this principle. Moreover, since the opponent had already harbored murderous intentions, devouring his spiritual root was also justifiable.

  With this thought, Wang Fei felt at ease.

  Whoosh! With the circulation of spiritual power, a black seal appeared in Wang Fei's hand, and then a strand of black fiber emerged from his palm. Under Wang Fei's control, it shot rapidly towards Fang Hao's body.

  The withered... The tentacles that swallowed the spiritual roots suddenly stretched out, stirring into Fang Hao's body, pulling out a white spiritual root, along the black spiritual root, and entering Wang Fei's body.

  But with just one breath, the eight pieces of Golden Spirit Root in Fang Hao's body completely returned to Wang Fei's body.

  After doing all this, the tentacles that swallowed the spiritual root retracted and returned to the body.

  In addition, under Wang Fei's unawareness, a white light entered into the jade stone of the Lingzhu.

  After swallowing Fang Hao's spiritual root, Wang Fei felt refreshed all over, and as soon as he circulated the Qi Refining Oral Formula, he immediately sensed the air around his body, which was filled with a large amount of dense spiritual energy that he could not normally sense.

  With a joyful heart, Wang Fei stood up with his hands clasped together, and looked inward to see the changes in his spiritual roots. However, he unexpectedly discovered that the two spiritual roots were not merging, but instead were being enveloped by the Devouring Spiritual Root, one on top of the other.

  At this point, Wang Fei was only surprised for a moment before he quickly understood. After all, they were two different attribute spiritual roots and couldn't be merged unless they were the same kind of spiritual root.

  At ease, Wang Fei began searching Fang Hao's body. To his disappointment, apart from that strange flying sword, there was nothing else on him.

  This flying sword has a somewhat strange appearance, it is less than three inches in length, the body of the sword presents a faint light yellow color, and the bottom of the sword is engraved with a strange mark.

  It didn't shine with a cold light like other flying swords, emitting a chill in the air, but instead emitted a soft glow. As soon as Wang Fei grasped it in his hand, he felt a sense of vicissitudes.

  Astonished, Wang Fei scrutinized the flying sword, but couldn't make out what it was. Frowning, he temporarily put it away in his Lingzhu.

  Although he only found a flying sword, Wang Fei was very happy and gained the Golden Spirit Root, which benefited him greatly. Next, Wang Fei looked around in a circle, and after making sure no one was there, he burned Fang Hao's corpse clean with a fire.

  After dealing with Fang Hao's body, Wang Fei sat on the ground for a while to recover his spiritual energy before proceeding again. He had to head to Gou Cuo Gou to find Zi Zhu Cao and Ming Ye Zi.

  Shh! Before Wang Fei had gone a few dozen feet, the thicket behind him rustled with a soft "shhh" sound.

  "Roar!" Suddenly, a beast's howl echoed, and Wang Fei was startled. He hastily raised his spirit to twelve parts and looked around cautiously.