Chapter Thirty-Six: Spring Goes and Autumn Comes, Grinding the Black Robe

  In the blink of an eye, hundreds of poisonous snake gallbladders were swallowed by two Taoist priests. The snake-catchers threw the snake corpses into a copper cauldron, and from time to time, a burst of hissing sounds came out of it. It was the sound caused by the snakes fighting each other.

  "Venerable Wu Liang! Snake Dao Ren, did Lietu Shixiong give you any other tasks when he came this time? If you're not in a hurry to leave, I think it's better for you to rest here for three to five more days."

  "This thing can't be done at all." The snake-headed Daoist on the side shook his head repeatedly: "When you promise to do something for others, you must do your best. After I deliver these supplies, if I have some free time, I will definitely come here to discuss with fellow daoists in detail, how about that?"

  "Good!" Wang Guang nodded and didn't say much more. He simply watched as the snake-like man led over a hundred ox carts away from the estate at a slow and leisurely pace.

  "When I was wandering the world, I was greedy for others' wealth and often embezzled some of the things that passed through my hands, betraying the trust of the person who gave me tasks. In this world of cultivating energy, one cannot do such things, or else they will end up with no one to turn to, everyone will shun them, and no one will trust them." After the snake daoist left, Wang Guang thought about his words again, finally sighing in frustration and shame, before turning back into his room.

  Spring went and autumn came, more than half a year passed, but the enemy that the middle-aged man said had not arrived. Gradually, Wang Guang relaxed his vigilance. After practicing the Qigong exercise every day, he studied the skills of the Soul Chasing Technique. In his free time, he would engage in intimate physical contact with three or five women without distinction, and this life was quite comfortable and enjoyable.

  But on this day, the night fell, and the autumn wind was bleak. The howling wind made Wang Guang feel a bit annoyed. He didn't like being cooped up in the house, so he turned around, grabbed three or five jars of fine wine, and sat alone on the rooftop drinking.

  Just as he had drunk his last jar of fine wine and was about to return to the room to look for more, a sword light suddenly flew out from the woods outside the manor.

  The sword's light was pitch black and stank, threads of black smoke were blown away by the autumn wind to the surroundings of the manor, for a time the servants who had not yet fallen asleep cried out in pain.

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable! That demon actually dares to come to my place and cause trouble? Does it not want to keep its head attached?!" Although he was extremely shocked in his heart, Wang Guang didn't show any fear, instead he became excited. "I'm here, demon, hurry up and stick out your neck so I can chop it off!"

  As he spoke, he pulled out the gourd from his waist and opened its mouth. Seven or eight dark fish-like creatures darted out of it, transforming into colorful lights that exploded in front of the flying sword.

  Either thunder and fire, or poisonous smoke filled the air, and for a moment the sky was crackling with energy. The sword light flashed slightly, and in an instant it tore through the dark clouds and shot straight at Wang Guang's neck.

  "Cheers!" Seeing the sword light was fierce, Wang Guang didn't dare to hide his clumsiness either. With a flick of both hands, three to five dark thunders were thrown out at once. The dark thunders swelled in the wind and hit the sword light one after another, only making the sword light shake for a moment, but not falling to the ground.

  "Treasured view!" Seeing the dark thunder couldn't stop him, Wang Guang slapped his waist and a hundred treasures pouch appeared. A yellow light flew out from inside, splitting left and right to reveal a copper pellet the size of a dragon's eye.

  "Go!" With a flick of his wrist, the copper pellet swelled up in the wind, instantly growing to the size of a bowl. It heavily collided with that sword light.

  With a clang, the sword light reversed and flew into the forest with a whoosh. Meanwhile, Wang Guang's copper pellet spun around in mid-air before shrinking back into his hand.

  "Fellow Taoist! The Nalo family is not a good thing, why must you help them? I think it's better for you to enjoy the offerings of another family with me, which is much better than helping those evil people." A sword light flashed back, and a voice came from the forest.

  "Hmph! I, the poor Taoist, will help whoever I want to help. Do you think you can change my mind? Are you assuming that you are the master of a sect or that your cultivation is number one and everyone else has to listen to you?" As he spoke, he pulled out the Hundred Miles Flowing Light and shot it forward with a mouthful of magic power, wrapping his body in treasure light as he chased after the sword light.

  "Don't follow me, I'm just passing by and don't want to have anything to do with you."

  "Don't try to escape, I want to exchange techniques with the Qi Practitioners who pass by here. I don't want to miss this opportunity to cross hands with you." Wang Guang sneered.

  Tong Wan "shrunk temporarily into the mouth, with a flick of both hands, two three-foot-square golden palms floated out, striking left and right at the sword light."

  "Don't be too deceitful!"

  "Hah! I've lived a life of being bullied many times, so I always want to find an opportunity to bully others."

  As they spoke, Wang Guang rushed into the forest and saw a sword light hovering above the head of a black-robed Taoist. He didn't mince words either, shaking his hands to control two golden giant palms that brutally smashed towards the man's head. "Today you must tell me one or two things, I want to see what plans you have for passing through here."

  "Arrogant!" The black-robed Taoist was not afraid of Wang Guang's golden palm. He saw the black-robed Taoist pointing his finger upwards, and a black yin thunderbolt struck the flying sword.

  The flying sword was assisted by the dark thunder, and it suddenly trembled slightly. Three to five strands of black smoke condensed into a sword light, whistling towards the golden palm. The two collided and dissipated.

  "Watch my technique." The black-robed Daoist's fingers fluttered, and a series of dark thunderbolts struck the flying sword on his head, causing it to surge with energy and continuously shoot out sword lights. In an instant, dozens of extremely pungent sword lights enveloped Wang Guang.

  Dozens of sword lights enveloped him, but he didn't worry at all. He simply opened his mouth and spat out a copper pellet, which swelled in the wind and transformed into an egg-sized object that fell into his hand.

  Infused with magical power, the copper pellet spun rapidly and was suddenly thrown out by him. The copper pellet exploded violently, transforming into thousands of copper pellets the size of a bowl's mouth, forming a vortex that rushed towards the sword light.

  Copper pellets rotated, dozens of sword lights disappeared silently like fish entering the ocean. Stretching out a hand to point at the thousands of copper pellets, they spun and enveloped the black-robed cultivator.

  Tong Wan and Ding, the black-robed Qi Gong master let out a loud roar, spewing out a bloody gust of wind from his mouth. The bloody gust was pitch-black and emitted a low humming noise as it attempted to disperse Tong Wan. However, Tong Wan rotated rapidly, much like a grinding wheel, and in an instant, it ground the bloody gust into nothingness.

  "It's just a chance encounter, no need to be so desperate!" The black-robed cultivator was terrified and fired dozens of dark thunderbolts in succession. However, the dark thunderbolts only managed to make the thousand copper pellets tremble slightly, but could not shatter them.

  "What a wonderful encounter! To be honest, I had just refined this treasure a few days ago and was thinking of killing someone to activate it. You've delivered yourself to my doorstep, so don't think about leaving!" Wang Guang sneered, his hands clasped together as he dropped a dark thunderbolt into the copper ball. The copper ball, aided by the dark thunderbolt, suddenly emitted a series of faint rumbling sounds. In an instant, it enveloped the black-robed Taoist and began to rotate and grind him."

  Thousands of copper pellets collided, clanging and striking the flying sword's scattered light on the black-robed cultivator's head, only to scatter the light further. It seemed that it wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

  The black-robed cultivator saw that his flying sword couldn't withstand Wang Guang's treasure, and he suddenly felt anxious. Seeing the copper balls surrounding him not leaving, on the contrary, there were signs of breaking through the sword light, in a hurry, he only saw him patting his chest, opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

  The blood fell on the flying sword, and in an instant, it dyed the flying sword red. Suddenly, the light shield emitted by the flying sword surged violently.

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable! Don't struggle, come! Come! Come! Let me give you a pleasant death, and also save everyone the trouble of wasting energy." Although he said this with his mouth, in his heart he wasn't angry at the other's struggling. On the contrary, he was delighted. This treasure of his had just been successfully refined, and he was thinking of finding someone to properly test its power. Who would have thought that today a Qi Practitioner would come knocking on his door?

  Neither summoning dark thunder nor spraying magical powers, he simply used his divine ability to transport the molten gold claws forward, and with both hands fiercely thrust into the rotating copper ball.

  With a swish of his hands in the copper ball, he actually pulled out two thick copper rods as thick as a bowl. He swung the copper rod heavily at the flying sword of the black-robed Taoist and shouted, "Get down for me!"

  The copper rod and flying sword collided, but it was a crisp sound. The copper rod condensed into a copper ball suddenly turned into a dragon eye-sized copper ball scattered around, while the flying sword shook three to five times.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Guang waved his hands and two golden large hands condensed out. Those big hands were like slapping a drum face, slapping the copper ball one after another. With each slap, the copper ball shrunk by one circle, dozens of times in a row, the sword light of the black-robed Taoist was compressed to less than half a foot away from his body.

  Watching the copper pellets rapidly spinning and grinding, listening to the crisp sound of the copper pellets colliding, the black-robed cultivator suddenly became anxious.

  "Brother! Everything can be discussed, I think it's better this way. I'll give up the offerings from that family and come with you to receive the offerings from the Luo family instead. What do you think? From now on, wherever you tell me to go, I'll go there without daring to disobey in the slightest."

  "Hah! Not a bad idea, but I'm in the mood to kill someone today." As he said this, Wang Guang suddenly opened his mouth and spat out dozens of streams of green smoke. The moment the smoke emerged, his body's magical power was reduced by 80%, leaving only a small amount of magic to maintain the operation of the Hundred Miles Flowing Light.

  The copper pellets' law power assisted, and their might suddenly increased greatly. The copper pellets, which were originally the size of a bowl's mouth, suddenly swelled to the size of an infant's head, and whirred as they ground against the sword light of the black-robed cultivator.

  This Qi master was also unlucky, with no more than a few tricks up his sleeve, only having a flying sword that had been painstakingly refined by Fei Xi. Who would have thought that today he came to provoke Wang Guang, but was pounded by thousands of copper pellets, and in the end not even leaving behind a name, his body turned into a puddle of minced meat nourishing the earth.

  Like a grinding disc, the thousands of copper balls spinning wildly not only ground the Qi cultivator into minced meat, but also that seemingly decent flying sword was also ground into iron filings scattered all over the floor.

  "Unlimited that heavenly lord! It's your bad luck to run into me, a poor monk who loves killing. I wish you could escape with your soul, but unfortunately, I don't have the means, otherwise, I would also capture your soul and eliminate future troubles." Looking at the scattered minced meat on the ground, he sneered and turned back to return to the manor.