“Chi!”

　　Suddenly, the long-armed man felt pain in his chest, as if a sharp weapon had pierced through it!

　　He had already finished Foundation Establishment; his body was resilient and his skin as tough as an old cow’s hide. But at this moment, his body was like tofu, easily penetrated. A sword pierced through his heart.

　　He stared at Song Shuhang, but the young man in front of him held a bottle of Body Tempering Liquid with both hands—nothing else was in his hands.

　　What happened? What’s going on!?

　　Blood oozed out from his chest, absorbed by the invisible sword, dying the tip of the sword red, “What is this thing!?”

　　The long-armed man raised his arms furiously, his eyes filled with hatred. Even if it meant death, he would pull Song Shuhang to hell with him.

　　However, he raised his arms only half-way before they went limp. He felt his entire body was being debilitated; all of his qi and blood, and all of his strength was sucked away by the invisible sword.

　　At the same time, in his mind, tens of thousands of bald monks recited scriptures endlessly, “The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn your head to see the shore; lay down the butcher’s knife, and become a Buddha on the spot!”

　　Song Shuhang took a deep breath, and yanked out the black flying sword, “A flying sword.”

　　Great Master Profound Principle’s flying sword, which luckily hadn’t been sent back yet.

　　Only those who have received Great Master Profound Principle’s permission, such as Medicine Master and himself, could see this flying sword. In other people’s eyes, this flying sword was invisible, and an undetectable existence.

　　Of course, if the opponent’s power was way beyond that of Great Master Profound Principle, then it would be a different story.

　　Ever since the encounter, Song Shuhang had been wielding this flying sword. He had originally planned to find an opportunity to stab the long-armed man when the latter got closer.

　　However, Song Shuhang did not expect that the opponent would boldly charge at him. All Song Shuhang had to do was adjust the position of the tip of the sword slightly, and point it at the long-armed man’s heart.

　　Then, with a gushing sound, the opponent’s heart was pierced.

　　It was so simple, truly the lift of a hand.

　　He even saved the stinking pill!

　　The long-armed man opened his mouth, struggling to voice out two words, “Walk-in ¹ ?”

　　Having a perfect mortal life, one with the cultivation level of a mortal. Yet one who possessed Body Tempering Liquid, a flying sword, and one with the status of a senior that would cause Altar Master to worry could only be a terrifying legendary cultivator, using walk-in technique at one‘s lifespan limit. But weren’t those walk-in techniques only legends?

　　Song Shuhang did not pay attention to what the long-armed man was saying. He lifted the black flying sword, and a light scent of blood rushed into his nose.

　　Even if he had set his resolve, the smell of blood still made Song Shuhang uncomfortable. After all, he was not a demon who killed people like cutting wheat, but a normal college student.

　　A deep breath, and the true self from True Self Meditation Scripture appeared in his mind, suppressing and calming himself.

　　“Any last words?” Song Shuhang said.

　　“I…” the long-armed man opened his mouth.

　　As the long-armed man spoke, Song Shuhang’s flying sword was raised again, cutting off the long-armed man’s head in a slash.

　　The long-armed man would not die in peace. His body and head were separated, and his remains fell to the ground. Furthermore, not even a single sliver of blood leaked out from the wound.

　　Great Master Profound Principle’s flying sword was no normal sword, killing people without spilling blood was one of its basic properties.

　　“Yeah, I just said it offhandedly. I didn’t actually plan on listening to your last words.”

　　Song Shuhang’s hand that held the sword trembled lightly. His hand went somewhat soft, but it gradually calmed.

　　This was his first time taking a life. Before this, he hadn’t even killed a chicken. “This is my resolve.”

　　A resolve that he must have.

　　The long-armed man was the first to die by his hands, but would not be the last.

　　If possible, he wanted to capture the long-armed man alive, and extract information on where the Altar Master was hiding. Unfortunately, he did not have the strength, as his opponent was a cultivator with the Eye and Nose Apertures opened; he did not have the confidence to subdue an opponent like this.

　　In this situation, killing the long-armed man was the right choice.

　　In his mind, True Self Meditation Scripture was still activated, allowing him to remain composed even with a headless body in front of him.

　　With one hand on the black flying sword, Song Shuhang carefully advanced, searching the body of the long-armed man.

　　The opponent did not carry much on him.

　　A pungent potion—it should be the corpse dissolving liquid.

　　Three handleless blades.

　　And, a medallion engraved with three claw marks and a beast head, which should represent the long-armed man’s status, or the organization he belonged to. Perhaps this was a clue to be used.

　　Lastly, there were several thousand notes and Zhao Yaya’s phone.

　　For a cultivator who has opened the Eye and Nose Apertures, this guy was really broke.

　　Song Shuhang opened the bottle of potion and poured some on top of the long-armed man’s corpse.

　　A pungent smell rose—the long-armed man’s corpse and part of his clothes evaporated and disappeared from the world.

　　‘Is this a treasure?’ Song Shuhang put away the corpse dissolving liquid.

　　The corpse dissolving effect was kickass; even a First Stage cultivator’s body could be quickly melted, though it was a corpse that could not mobilize qi and blood to resist it.

　　As long as it was used well, it could be a murder weapon, right?

　　Eventually, Song Shuhang poured some corpse dissolving liquid on top of the remaining clothes, erasing the last traces of the long-armed man’s existence from the world.

　　Having made sure no other traces were left, Song Shuhang piggybacked Zhao Yaya and hurried towards Medicine Master’s residence.

　　Zhao Yaya remained unconscious. He was worried whether the long-armed man had used poison of sorts; it was better to bring her to Medicine Master for a check up.

　　About three, four minutes later.

　　Zhao Yaya felt a sharp pain in her neck, like a stiff neck after having slept in a wrong position.

　　Furthermore, the bed kept shaking. She moaned a few times in resistance.

　　But, the bed shook even harder.

　　Bastard, can’t I get a proper sleep?

　　Zhao Yaya opened her eyes furiously, and then she surprisingly found that she was not in her own bed, and was instead being piggybacked by someone dashing through the streets.

　　Oh my, dear mother, what sort of situation is this!?

　　She was shocked, and her sleepiness was sent a thousand miles away.

　　Did someone kidnap her?

　　Fortunately, she discovered the man who carried her was a familiar person. She was too familiar with Song Shuhang, so being slightly awake, she was still able to recognize who this was.

　　“Shuhang, where is this?” she patted lightly on Song Shuhang’s shoulder and asked softly.

　　“Eh? Sister, you’re awake?” Song Shuhang stopped running to lay her on the ground. “How are you feeling? You’re not feeling uncomfortable anywhere in your body?”

　　Zhao Yaya frowned, “My body is great, just that my neck is somewhat in pain. By the way, why am I here?”

　　“Sister, why are you asking me why you’re here? Wasn’t it you who called me to come here? When I arrived in a hurry, I found you lying on a bench, dead asleep. I’m just about to find you a place to stay for the night.” Song Shuhang said with a sincere expression and stared at Zhao Yaya.

　　He wasn’t lying, it was indeed Zhao Yaya who called him out; Zhao Yaya was indeed dead asleep; he was finding a place for her to sleep for a night.

　　“…” Zhao Yaya stared at Shuhang for a long while, finding that he didn’t’ seem to be lying at all.

　　She tried to recall in detail, but her memories were a blur. She vaguely remembered that she went drinking with three close friends, and then she should’ve returned to her own place?

　　Could it be that I drank too much? But, I only drank four glasses today with my friends, how could I have drunk too much?

　　Zhao Yaya rubbed her temples, seemingly distressed.

　　“Sister, want me to send you to the hospital for a checkup?” Song Shuhang asked worriedly.

　　“No need, other than a stiff neck, I’m perfectly fine. Just escort me back, a night’s rest should fix it.” Zhao Yaya massaged the back of her neck, she felt as if someone had karate-chopped her; it was dolorific. Other than that, her body did not feel uncomfortable.

　　She was a medical student after all, whether or not her body was fine could be somewhat conjectured by her.

　　“Then I’ll escort you back.” Song Shuhang said with a smile.

　　Zhao Yaya only felt Song Shuhang’s smile was full of warmth, giving a strong sense of reliability, “Shuhang, it’s only been a day, but you seemed to have matured a lot?”

　　“Have I? You’re overthinking things.” Song Shuhang said nonchalantly. Change, huh? From the moment he swung the sword and cut off the long armed man’s head, his spirit had undergone a transformation.