Chapter 91: The Fisherman's Gain

  Fei Yun's gaze, filled with a hint of resentment, made Su Che secretly vigilant: "This woman, isn't she proficient in spiritual magic? Her eyes are so strange, I need to be careful..."

  Fei Yun wasn't a fool either, and naturally guessed that Su Che's sudden appearance was undoubtedly with the intention of taking advantage of the situation. So, he softly dissuaded: "Su Che, you can't harm Zhen Shang Shifu."

  Su's eyebrows furrowed, feeling that her tone was extremely awkward. He wasn't familiar with her, so why would she have such a gentle attitude? However, he still said: "You two chased me to the point of desperation, why can't I counterattack?"

  "It's like this..."

  Fei Yun took out a handkerchief and wiped away her tears, explaining softly: "If this were an accidental encounter in the mountains, you could have taken advantage of the situation and no one would have suspected you; but since Zhen Zhen Shifu brought me out with her, many people on Tianwu Peak knew that our target was you. So if Zhen Zhen Shifu were to meet with misfortune, she would first suspect you, even if you killed us and created a fake scene of mutual destruction with that demonic cultivator. Our master 'Tianwu Zunzhe' still wouldn't easily believe you and would definitely use soul-searching techniques on you. Unless... unless from now on, you're willing to wander the world and never return to Tianxuan Sect again."

  As she explained, Su Che's slow and deliberate footsteps also came to a halt. He thought to himself: "That's right, what she said makes perfect sense. Whether we kill them or capture them and throw them into the Heavenly Prison, the people of Tian Wu Peak will still suspect us. As Zhen Zhen is a true disciple, she must be the treasure of Tian Wu Xian Zun's heart. He absolutely won't easily believe our explanation. If he were to use the Soul Searching Technique on us, even if he can't find out the truth, there's a possibility that he might discover the Heavenly Prison Pagoda in my mind...

  Lao Hei also said: "Yes, master, this Zhen Zhen, can't be moved! This risk, we can't afford to take!"

  "Easy, easy!" Su Che calmed down: "No matter what, I have the upper hand now. In any case, I mustn't waste this great opportunity, and even more so, I mustn't let Zhen Zhen get away with it... I need to think of a good plan to teach her a lesson, at least, I won't let her take revenge on me again."

  In the midst of his thoughts, Su Che stumbled and changed direction, walking to the center of the battlefield where he had just been. He picked up all the fallen spiritual artifacts: Fei Jian's flying sword, the white jade ring, and Guang Tou Da Han's blood-colored demonic knife.

  Su Che also figured it out, the conflict with Zhen Zhu had already surfaced, whether or not she took her things, she wouldn't have a good impression of herself anyway. So, taking or not taking didn't make a difference anymore.

  Just as he was about to approach that bald-headed man, Su Che was still on guard in his heart: "Lao Hei, is that guy dead?"

  "Not dead yet, severely injured, in a deep coma." Old Hei replied based on his vital signs.

  Su Che had always been cautious, and a scene had already appeared in his mind: he walked over, and with one swift motion, he gave himself a fatal blow... Just now, he was so careless that he would be struck by Zhen Zhen's five thunderbolts, ending up with a great defeat.

  So, Su Che drew out his sword of law, swishing and standing ten zhang away, using the technique of Yu Jian to pierce through the pile of black charcoal several times. Finally, with a swift sword strike, he beheaded him very cleanly.

  In front of Fei Yun, no one could be captured and taken into the heavenly prison, so they could only kill the bald-headed big man.

  "He's dead for sure this time, absolutely dead!" Lao Hei hastily flattered: "Master is really meticulous, Lao Hei admires."

  "Be careful? Not enough!"

  Su Che drew his sword again, and with four swift cuts, he severed the limbs of the bald-headed Han once more.

  In the demonic path, human skills are strange and unpredictable. Even if one loses their head, it's hard to guarantee that they won't transform into some other kind of monster.

  On the other hand, Fei Yun, who was still transmitting true energy to Zhen Zhen for treatment, gazed at her "heart's desire" with a look of admiration and couldn't help but praise: "Bold and meticulous, one glance and you can tell she's someone who does great things."

  He was just boasting when his "heart's desire" fell for him!

  Su Che took down the bald man with eight moves, and only then did he walk over confidently, approaching to a distance of one zhang. He was just about to use his internal energy to grab the Qian Kun bag at the man's waist...

  Suddenly, a transparent ghost emerged from the neck of the corpse and rushed over at an unparalleled speed, instantly entering Su Che's forehead.

  The soul attaches to the body, wanting to seize the house!

  Su's body stiffened, and he felt a voice in his mind: "How hateful! To die at the hands of a stinky little brat! Well done, you killed me, I'll snatch your flesh and send your soul to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag, turning you into an evil ghost, forever unable to reincarnate!"

  Fei Yun suddenly cried out "Not good!" and could no longer take care of Zhen Zhen, hastily rushing over.

  Unexpectedly, Su Che turned around abruptly, her sword at the ready to strike... but found that her expression didn't seem like she was going to kick someone while they were down. Instead, it seemed like a look of anxiety and concern, because the sword in her hand hesitated for a moment, and didn't immediately shoot out.

  "You..."

  Fei Yun stopped in her tracks, her face full of anxiety: "Are you okay?"

  Su Che didn't respond, but instead looked at her with a strange gaze, thinking: "This woman is really weird, it's clear that we're in an adversarial relationship, how can she come up with this expression? Is she a kind-hearted and compassionate person who treats everyone like this? But if so, why would Zhen Zhen bring her to chase after him?"

  Even if Su Che's thoughts were meticulous, he still couldn't have imagined that there was such a strange thing as 'Qing silk' in the world.

  As for that invader in his mind, Su Che was too lazy to care about him. Such things would be handled by Lao Hei and Xian Yu.

  In his mind, the soul of the bald big man was still shouting loudly: "What's going on? This body has been seized once, wow, how can I be so unlucky?"

  The bald man is well-versed in the ways of ghosts and is indeed an expert in this field. He immediately judged that Su Che's soul was not the original owner of this body. A physical body can only be possessed once, even if he could destroy Su Che's soul, it would still end in mutual destruction, and he would not be able to borrow a body to reincarnate, unable to avoid the tragic fate of being reborn.

  "Ah!"

  Suddenly, he let out a loud and mournful cry, because the Xianyu Pagoda suddenly appeared, emitting golden light that inflicted severe damage on his soul.

  "In the heavenly prison, Lao Hei explained to Su Che: "Master, this guy's soul power is too strong, I don't have the ability to capture him in the heavenly prison, so I can only eliminate him like this."

  Su Che immediately replied: "No problem, if we can't catch him, then kill him. In any case, he cannot be left alive."

  Lao Hei's explanation was also acceptable to Su Che. After all, Lao Hei's soul power was only at the fourth layer of Qi Refining, while that bald-headed man's soul power was extremely strong. Even if he was caught and thrown into the Heavenly Prison, Lao Hei might not have been able to control him. It was better to be thorough and completely eliminate him once and for all.

  "Ah...... What is this? A Soul-Calming Treasure?"

  The soul of the bald big man let out a miserable cry, and in Su Che's mind, there was nowhere to hide. He wanted to counterattack, but he couldn't shake that black tower, and could only be worn down bit by bit by the golden light, his spiritual energy being slowly drained away.

  Su Che endured the noise in his mind and put away his Qiankun bag, only then did he turn back to Fei Yun and say: "Next, it's time for us to talk about our matters."

  "Are you really okay?" Fei Yun still had a very concerned expression.

  "You...!" Su Che was really fed up with her, speaking bluntly: "I've been hesitating all along, whether or not I should get rid of you, how could you treat me like this..."

  It's gotten to the point where I'm at a loss for words and don't know what to say to make her feel better.

  "I... I'm fine too..."

  Fei Yun was filled with sorrow and grief, suppressing the heartache within her, biting her lower lip as she returned to Zhen Zhen's side, squatting down to continue treating her wounds.

  Su Che stared at her for a while, and finally shook his head in frustration. No matter what kind of trickery she was up to, he just couldn't bring himself to raise his sword against such a weak and gentle woman.

  In his mind, the soul of the bald man was still wailing and fleeing in all directions, but he couldn't shake off the golden glow of the Xianyin Pagoda. His spiritual power was constantly weakening, but for a moment, it seemed like he wouldn't be finished off just yet.

  There's someone making a ruckus in his head, which made Su Che somewhat annoyed. He coldly faced Fei Yun and said: "You, throw Zhen Jian's Qian Kun bag over here."

  "That won't do!" Fei Yun hastily waved his hand: "Taking Master Sister's flying sword and jade ring is one thing, but taking her Qiankun bag as well would be a great shame for anyone, and the hatred between you will never be resolved."

  "Hmph, with her vengeful nature. " Su Che coldly smiled and said: "Just taking the flying sword and jade ring, this grudge, probably can't be resolved."

  "It can be like this..."

  Fei Yun tilted her head and thought for a moment before speaking out a suggestion.

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