Chapter 52: Good Baby

  The total recommendation is about to exceed 1,000, and once it exceeds 1,000, there will be an update.

  To describe the recent one or two years of Sichuan and its surrounding provinces, apart from Wang Yonggui's murder case, there is no other event that can surpass it.

  Li Wenjun, if he could bring back Wang Yonggui's head and get the official reward, secondly, most importantly, he would be able to make a name for himself overnight. At that time, as long as he revealed a bit more about being the major shareholder of the medicine shop, it would inevitably boost the influence of the medicine shop to be on par with those large medicine shops, and at that time, purchasing the herbs he needed would become much easier.

  Li Wenjun had made up his mind; he was going to take Wang Yonggui's head back and hand it over to the authorities.

  When Li Wenjun was about to behead Wang Yonggui, he suddenly remembered that half of the mountain-opening knife was on the mountain top, and the other half was taken by Wang Yonggui into the cave. However, this didn't stump Li Wenjun - wasn't there a knife in Wang Yonggui's hand? It seemed to be a treasured sword.

  Li Wenjun bent down and picked up the knife from Wang Yonggui's hand, aimed at Wang Yonggui's neck and swung it lightly, and Wang Yonggui's head was easily cut off.

  "What a fine sword, truly a fine sword. It's just a pity that this sword is stolen goods, otherwise I would have to take it for myself." Li Wenjun shook his head and threw the precious sword back onto Wang Yonggui's corpse.

  In the wanted list of the government, this knife was also a key target to be searched for. It is said that this is a treasured sword worth thousands of gold, and Wang Yonggui's case of annihilating his whole family was just for robbing this treasured sword.

  Li Wenjun is more capable of keeping the treasured sword than Wang Yonggui, but it's inevitable that some trouble will arise. Li Wenjun just wants to focus on his cultivation and doesn't want to stir up unnecessary trouble. Moreover, no matter how good the treasured sword is, it's ultimately just a ordinary iron sword. What Li Wenjun really wants to obtain is a magic weapon, which would be the truly suitable weapon for him.

  Li Wenjun held up Wang Yonggui's head, looking at Wang Yonggui's unblinking dead eyes, not without feeling a sense of emotion. Half a year ago, he was still struggling to fight against a young wolf with a crippled leg, and his legs were broken. Now, however, he could easily kill Wang Yonggui, who was considered one of the best in Jianghu, behead him, and make such great progress at such a fast speed that it was hard for ordinary people to imagine.

  All of this is the result of practicing "Changchun Gong". Cultivating immortality is indeed a good way to quickly improve one's strength. From now on, I must continue to practice diligently and cannot relax in the slightest.

  Li Wenjun put Wang Yonggui's head to one side, preparing to wait until the bleeding stopped before putting it into a storage bag. He didn't have anything suitable in his hand to deal with the head, fortunately the storage bag could extend the preservation period of items to some extent, so he didn't need to worry about it rotting.

  Li Wenjun looked at Wang Yonggui's body again and muttered: "Forget it, you're also a figure in the world, I won't let your corpse be exposed in the wilderness."

  As he spoke, Li Wenjun snapped his fingers and threw a fireball onto Wang Yonggui's corpse. With a crackling sound, Wang Yonggui's body suddenly burst into flames.

  Actually, when facing Wang Yonggui, Li Wenjun had always wanted to use the fireball technique. As long as the fireball technique was released, Wang Yonggui would undoubtedly die. However, the damn fireball technique required preparation time. Although Li Wenjun had spent several months in arduous cultivation and had shortened the preparation time to eight breaths, eight breaths were still a considerable period of time, and Wang Yonggui never gave him this opportunity.

  Now Wang Yonggui is dead and can't die again, he can no longer stop Li Wenjun from using the fireball technique.

  Li Wenjun watched as the flames engulfed Wang Yonggui's body, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, staring intently at the fire. His expression became somewhat incredulous, as if flowers had bloomed in the midst of the flames.

  The fire of the Fireball Technique is not ordinary fire, but a flame born from the cultivator's use of magical power, with a temperature far surpassing that of ordinary fire. In the mortal world, there are very few things that can withstand the scorching of the Fireball Technique. Just like last time when Li Wenjun killed Fan Yibo and used the Fireball Technique to incinerate Fan Yibo's corpse, Fan Yibo's large knife and chain melted and turned into iron slag.

  But this time, there was no sign of the treasure knife that Li Wenjun had thrown onto Wang Yonggui's corpse melting or even deforming. As they watched, Wang Yonggui's corpse turned to ashes and the fire was about to go out, but the treasure knife remained unaffected.

  All kinds of signs indicate that this treasured sword is not an ordinary treasured sword, its origin should be extraordinary.

  Li Wenjun suddenly developed a strong interest in this treasured sword that he had abandoned earlier. He patiently waited for the flames to die out and the sword to cool down naturally, then picked it up.

  Li Wenjun carefully observed the treasured sword and found that apart from being smoked to a slightly darker color, there were no other changes.

  Li Wenjun took out a cloth and wiped away the stains on the treasure knife, instantly revealing its true face with an aura that was chilling to the bone.

  This is a goose feather knife, with a straight and narrow blade that has no blood groove. The overall length of the knife is about three feet, with the blade accounting for more than two-thirds of the total length. The end of the handle is shaped like a dragon head, with a gemstone inlaid at the position of the dragon's eye.

  The gemstone was not irregular in shape, roughly the size of a quail egg, and was entirely inlaid into the blade. When held in the hand on the hilt, it did not feel loose at all. What struck Li Wenjun as strange was that this gemstone was not one of the common colors such as red, green, yellow, etc., nor was it black or transparent, but rather an extremely rare silver-white color.

  Li Wenjun had also seen a lot of jewelry, but it was the first time he saw a gemstone in this color. He didn't know if this gemstone was man-made or naturally so.

  After carefully examining the knife, Li Wenjun felt that he had taken a liking to it. He stood in the mountain valley, took a deep breath, and began to wield the goose feather knife, practicing its moves. When he was at the martial arts hall, he had learned various routines for eighteen types of weapons, and now as he practiced, he felt quite at ease, like a fish in water.

  This feeling is extremely comfortable, just like the knife has grown on my arm, the knife is an extension of my arm, as if it were an arm, effortlessly and lightly, without any burden.

  Li Wenjun's practice had reached a high level, and with a long whistle, he employed his light body technique to leap into the air. He swung the Dragon Head Goose Feather Knife in all directions, chopping at everything around him. This was just an ordinary movement for him, and since he was in mid-air, he hadn't intended to create any shocking effects, but unexpectedly, something happened.

  Li Wenjun felt something flowing out of his hand that was holding the knife, into the blade of the Dragon Head Goose Feather Knife. With a "hum" sound, the Dragon Head Goose Feather Knife suddenly lit up, and a three-foot-long blade edge flew out from the blade, chopping down on the mountain slope.

  With a loud "hum", the blade fell on the mountain slope, splashing countless flying stones and grass.

  Li Wenjun was shocked and fell to the ground on the mountain slope, he walked quickly to the place where the knife had fallen, and examined it carefully. The knife blade had penetrated deep into the rocky slope of the mountain, leaving a trail about three or four feet long, half a foot deep, and about an inch wide at its widest point, which was large enough for him to insert his hand, without passing his wrist, with some space left over.

  What's going on?