71 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

As she pondered, the puppet wielding the battle spear lunged at her. I sidestepped, narrowly evading the strike. Dust flew up from the spot hit beside me. From a distance, gasps erupted from the demon cultivators as they watched WhiteFan get struck down by the puppet’s spear. Seeing the cloud of dust, they assumed she had perished. “Cough, cough.” Unexpectedly, she emerged from within the cloud, covering her nose and quickly getting back on her feet. Seeing this, several demon cultivators were surprised that she had survived. However, they became distracted watching others and forgot about their own perilous situation. A puppet wielding dual blades strode towards them and with a solid sweep, cleaved into the most burly of the tiger demons. The twin blades cut into his shoulders, blood instantly soaking his sleeves. The puppet pressed down with the blades, threatening to sever his arms. The tiger demon gritted his teeth and raised his hands, gripping the blade handles and slowly lifting them from his shoulders. His resilience stunned everyone; cutting down with such force should have severed both arms, but his demon's robust constitution withstood the assault. WhiteFan could not afford to be distracted and continued to tangle with the spear-wielding puppet, learning its rhythm and moves to seize the opportunity to extract the red crystal in its eye socket. Once the tiger demon freed himself, he transformed into his beast form, mirroring the puppet's size as a giant white tiger. Blood gushed from the shoulder wound, staining his white fur red. “Tiger Senior Brother.” The other demon cultivators scattered, avoiding clustering together. Seeing him injured, they became anxious. “Spread out, don’t concentrate and become easy targets.” With that, the white tiger dodged the puppet's attack, wheeling around to bite its neck from behind. However, the puppet's neck was extremely tough, unlike the previous ones which broke easily under a few punches. The puppet felt no pain. Despite the tiger demon's great force, it could not restrain the puppet's bladed arms, one of which struck the Red Carp Spirit, sending her flying before she collided with the evading WhiteFan. The impact was disastrous—Red Carp Spirit's head crashed into WhiteFan's waist, spreading a wave of indescribable pain. “Red Junior Sister.” Red Carp Spirit, having landed on WhiteFan, coughed blood onto her back, making WhiteFan feel a hot trickle down her spine. Ignoring the pain, she glanced at Red Carp Spirit as the two puppets closed in. “Damn it,” she cursed, having no choice but to move them both out of the way. Dust surged where they had been standing, narrowly escaping harm. The tiger demon leaped down from the puppet and ran to WhiteFan, swiftly picking up Red Carp Spirit and thanking her before dashing away. WhiteFan felt a wave of frustration. “These two puppets need to be dealt with quickly. You all distract them so I can get behind them and extract their eye crystals.” The tiger demon, now with a plan, commanded the others to divide the puppets’ attention, so they wouldn’t both focus on WhiteFan. With the puppets distracted, she finally had a moment to breathe. She quickly took out a couple of spiritual pills from her storage pouch and swallowed them. The wounds accumulating on her body needed rapid healing to avoid further hindrance. Once her energy stabilized, she saw the demon cultivators exhibiting excellent coordination, with no new injuries occurring. As their cooperation improved, one of the puppet’s eyes had already been extracted. Just as WhiteFan hoped she wouldn’t need to intervene, the puppet pursuing the SnakeSpirit turned toward her instead. As its twin blades swung at her, WhiteFan grabbed one of the blades with a single hand, flipping onto the puppet’s shoulders. The puppet immediately adjusted, about to slash at its own shoulder. The demon cultivators were shocked by her daring move. “Is this human trying to get herself killed by climbing on like that?” The blade neared WhiteFan, but she remained calm, even reaching for the puppet’s eye socket. Her swift and fluid movements extracted the two red crystals in no time. As she secured the crystals in one hand, the demon cultivators were stunned—despite their earlier attempts, she had succeeded so effortlessly. Without the crystals, the puppet froze like a statue. Just as everyone sighed in relief, a roar from the tiger demon echoed. He was being flung by the puppet, a spear piercing his abdomen in an instant. “Tiger Senior Brother!” “Tiger Senior Brother is hurt, what do we do?” “Let’s help him quickly!” Several demon cultivators ran over, shouting in concern. WhiteFan winced at the sight, clutching the red crystals. Nonetheless, she swiftly joined the others to rescue the tiger demon. Though they managed to free him, his abdomen had a gaping wound, pierced right through by the spear. WhiteFan, not particularly concerned for his well-being, was focused on dispatching the remaining puppet. “I need a couple of you to restrain it for me,” she called, feeling a tinge of bitterness as she looked at the demon cultivators. Hearing her request, SnakeSpirit immediately flew over to help, diverting the puppet’s attention so WhiteFan could extract its red crystals. With someone else distracting the puppet, WhiteFan jumped onto its shoulders. The puppet, chasing SnakeSpirit, moved erratically, making her balance precarious. Despite hanging by a thread, she focused on extracting the crystals, not minding the height. She climbed to its head and extracted two fresh red crystals effortlessly. The puppet stopped moving once it lost the crystals, prompting a relieved sigh from WhiteFan. She pocketed the two red crystals into her storage pouch. Seeing her dispose of both puppets alone, the demon cultivators' attitudes towards her began to soften, and she was no longer disregarded. “Thank you.” WhiteFan was taken aback by the sudden gratitude from the demon folk, nodding slightly, awkwardly reflecting on their earlier attitude. Both parties felt an awkward silence. The demon cultivators were not ones to apologize, having no fondness and even hatred for humans. Humans often captured their kin and harvested their inner cores, much like demon cultivators despised people who used their blood for cultivation. The speaking demon cultivator quickly turned away towards the tiger demon, who was being helped by others to heal through energy transfer. WhiteFan saw the gaping wound rapidly closing, restoring nearly indistinguishably, though his face remained pale. “Good thing it didn’t damage his demon core.” “That puppet's spear strike scared us to death.” Listening, WhiteFan realized these demon cultivators, like the dragon clans, possessed inner cores. She did not know the consequences of a damaged inner core; her own core had shattered during her initial transformation, with the broken pieces remaining inert. As they discussed, the stone wall ahead rumbled open again. The demon cultivators helped the tiger demon to his feet, and they all looked on. Unlike the pitch-black void before, this time they could clearly see the interior—an expansive burial chamber with seven coffins corresponding to the seven earlier selected doors. "Is this what they call the Seven-Star Coffins?" "We should go in and take a look, but everyone needs to be cautious. Last time we were here, one of our kin opened one of the coffins and got swallowed into it, never to return. Avoid the third coffin from the left." With that, the tiger demon took the lead and entered the chamber, followed by the others. Only then did WhiteFan start inspecting the surroundings after glancing at the seven coffins. The place was resplendent, with luminous pearls on the wall sconces lighting up the area brightly. The ground was littered with red crystals identical to those found on the puppet soldiers. WhiteFan eyed the red crystals with interest, but she had collected plenty already; any research would have to wait until they were out of there. "In these Seven-Star Coffins originally lay seven star generals. However, this burial chamber was later altered by someone, turning a dragon's lair into a ghost's lair. Now, the seven star generals are filled with grievances; only two coffins still contain bodies, the others were dealt with by earlier intruders. We can proceed to the next level directly through the seventh coffin." Listening to this, WhiteFan took a keen look at the stone coffins. So this was a dragon's lair? Her thoughts turned wary when she noticed blood seeping from the edge of the third coffin. "Wait, look closely. The third coffin seems to be leaking blood." Hearing WhiteFan's words, the demon cultivators turned to take a closer look. The Red Carp Spirit even stepped forward as if to investigate. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thanks to the little angels who threw [霸王票] or irrigated with nutrient solution~ Thank you for the [地雷] from the little angels: Chichi, Suiyi, Iris773; Thank you for the [营养液] from the little angels: Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Home Computer Version Bookshelf Full Novel Directory Popular Novels