OBS Chapter 1356 Two Fools, Hurry Up and Do It! (Bonus Chapter!)
Chapter 1356 Two Fools, Hurry Up and Do It! (Bonus Chapter!)
Chapter 1356 You Fool, Hurry Up and Do It! (Bonus Chapter!)
In the Yue Kingdom's Jingzhou, at the Yuelai Inn, the wooden window of the main room was half-closed, revealing scattered dregs of medicine on the table, and a pungent, bitter smell filled the air.
Qin Hao's consciousness felt like it had just been pulled out of icy water, a sharp, piercing pain mingling with the chaos. Just as he was about to move his stiff body, a voice as aged as sandpaper came to his ear: "Your Seven Ghosts Soul Devouring Technique is so dangerous, can it really grant mortals temporary magical power?"
Immediately afterward, another voice rang out—a voice without origin, as if emerging from the void, carrying the elusive and ghostly quality unique to souls: "Brother Mo, what good will your death do me? My soul is already shattered beyond repair. If your attempt to possess me fails, I won't even have a chance to reincarnate. You should understand that we are now in the same boat, our fates intertwined!"
Qin Hao's eyes moved with difficulty, his gaze instinctively drifting towards the direction from which the sound came. There stood an old man with a sallow complexion—his white hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, his back was hunched as if burdened by a thousand-pound weight, his hands were withered and thin, and dark medicine stains clung to his fingernails.
Where is the second person?
"Wait... Seven Ghosts Soul Devouring Technique? Mo Juren?" Qin Hao's heart skipped a beat. Mo Juren?
so……
His gaze suddenly swept over himself—he was covered by a large, black robe, the rough fabric chafing his skin, and a straw hat was pulled low over his head, obscuring most of his face. He tried to move his fingers, feeling a stiff, numb sensation at the tips, as if they didn't belong to his own body.
"Iron Slave, turn around!" Mo Juren's sinister voice suddenly boomed in my ear, carrying an unquestionable command.
Qin Hao felt a chill run down his spine and, without hesitation, slowly turned around in the direction Mo Juren was pointing, deliberately making his movements stiff and sluggish.
The voice from the void rang out again, tinged with mockery: "Brother Mo, aren't you being a little too paranoid? You've already turned this kid into a human puppet, devoid of all his intelligence. What trouble could he possibly cause? Or do you think I'm holding back, hiding the key to the Seven Ghosts Soul Devouring Technique?"
Mo Juren sat in the armchair, his withered fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, making a soft "tap-tap" sound. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Brother Yu, you flatter me. I was just testing whether this puppet was easy to use—after all, what follows cannot afford the slightest mistake."
Qin Hao's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched quietly. No wonder he had no memories of the original owner this time; it turned out that "Zhang Tie" had been turned into a human puppet by Mo Juren, and he had possessed this body that was completely devoid of a soul.
He quickly began to calculate: Mo Juren's martial arts were unfathomable, his "Silver Hand" could withstand sharp blades, and Yu Zitong's soul body was assisting him. His own body had only practiced three levels of Elephant Armor Kung Fu, so he had no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.
"We can only wait... wait until he has a decisive battle with Han Li, and then strike when he is caught off guard." Qin Hao made up his mind.
Yu Zitong in the void seemed to sigh, his tone tinged with urgency: "Brother Mo, what if that brat surnamed Han still hasn't broken through to the fourth level of his Everlasting Spring Technique when we return to Divine Hand Valley this time? Our time is running out—my soul won't last much longer, and your body won't be able to hold on much longer either, will it?"
Mo Juren picked up the porcelain bottle on the table, poured out a black pill, sniffed it, and revealed a sinister look on his face: "Then we can only start with his family. Once I, Mo, have settled his worldly ties and severed his attachments, he will surely be able to focus all his attention on cultivation."
"Hehehe... Brother Mo is absolutely right! Mortal family ties are nothing but stumbling blocks on the path of cultivation!" Yu Zitong's laughter was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl.
Qin Hao gritted his teeth under his straw hat, cursing the two old bastards for their viciousness.
"Laugh now, but there will be a time when you won't be able to laugh!"
Three days later, at the Divine Hand Valley of the Seven Mysteries Sect.
Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, a clear stream meanders through the medicinal herb garden. The weeping willows along the stream still retain some green, while the distant cliffs are covered with lush pine trees. The morning mist has not yet dissipated, swirling among the trees, creating a scene as beautiful as a fairyland painting.
But at this moment, the sun is high in the sky, and the early autumn sun is still scorching. The sunlight shines on the bluestone road, making the ground hot.
Mo Juren sat upright in his armchair in his room, leaning back against the chair, his eyes closed in rest. Suddenly, a familiar sound of footsteps approached from afar—the steps were neither hurried nor slow, carrying a hint of caution; it was Han Li.
Mo Juren opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy pupils. His tone was somewhat hypocritically gentle as he spoke: "Not bad, you are punctual. Seeing that you didn't run away shows that you are wise—you should know that only by helping me can you survive."
Qin Hao stood in the corner of the room, like a lifeless statue, yet he heard every detail of their conversation. A thought struck him: It's here. The day has finally come for this master and disciple to tear off their mask and fight to the death.
As expected, Han Li did not respond to Mo Juren's words, but instead said coldly, "Elder Mo, I have already mastered the fourth level of the Everlasting Spring Technique, but you must first give me the antidote for the Corpse Worm Pill. Otherwise, don't expect me to help you in the slightest."
"Antidote?" Mo Juren laughed, took out a silver bottle from his pocket, poured out a dark pill, and tossed it to Han Li: "Here you go. But you'd better not try anything funny—your life is still in my hands."
Han Li caught the pill but didn't take it immediately. Instead, he stared warily at Mo Juren. The two exchanged words, each sentence laced with probing and murderous intent, quickly tearing away their last pretense.
Mo Juren made the first move, his figure darting in front of Han Li like a ghost, his withered hands turning silver-white, which was his famous skill "Demon Silver Hand".
Han Li was prepared. He swayed and used the "Luo Yan Step" to dodge, while simultaneously drawing a short sword from his robes. The sword flashed and thrust straight at Mo Juren's heart. The two instantly clashed, smashing tables and chairs to pieces and sending splinters flying. Mo Juren's "Demon Silver Hand" blocked the short sword with a crisp clang, while Han Li used his movement skills to launch continuous sneak attacks and successfully wounded Mo Juren.
However, just as Han Li was confidently waiting for the poison of the Entangling Silk to take effect...
Mo Juren's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered, "Boy, is this your last resort? If you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve, then just surrender obediently!"
Han Li was filled with doubt and suspicion. He knew all too well the toxicity of the "Entangling Incense Silk," so how could Mo Juren be unharmed?
In the instant he was stunned, Mo Juren suddenly roared, "Iron Slave, go and seize him!"
In an instant, a huge black shadow darted out from the corner of the house—it was Qin Hao! Using the immense strength he had honed through the "Elephant Armor Technique," he crashed into Han Li with a whooshing sound.
Han Li had no time to dodge. He felt a tightness in his chest and flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the wall and coughing up blood.
Immediately afterwards, a heart-wrenching pain shot through his shoulders. Qin Hao's large, black-gloved hands had gripped his shoulder blades tightly, the force of his fingers almost crushing the bones, instantly rendering him unable to fight.
"Be gentle, Iron Slave." Mo Juren walked over slowly, his tone tinged with reluctance: "I still have a great use for this man, don't damage his meridians."
Qin Hao slightly loosened his grip, but still kept Han Li firmly in place.
Mo Juren took out a rectangular yellow wooden box from his pocket. The box was carved with intricate ghost head patterns, making it look sinister and eerie.
He solemnly opened the box, inside were seven identical silver blades—the blades were as thin as paper, crescent-shaped, and the handles were inlaid with the heads of demons with blue faces and fangs, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. What stunned Han Li even more was that Mo Juren actually picked up one of the silver blades and plunged it into his own shoulder without hesitation! The silver blade pierced his flesh, but not a drop of blood flowed out; instead, a low buzzing sound came from the demon head.
Then, the second, the third... silver blades were successively plunged into Mo Juren's legs, abdomen, chest and other vital areas. A layer of black mist gradually appeared on his face, writhing like a living thing, looking extremely eerie.
Han Li felt a chill run down his spine, a strong sense of foreboding enveloped his entire body, and his hands and feet turned ice cold—what kind of evil magic was this?
"Seven Ghosts Devour Souls!" Mo Juren suddenly roared, his voice shaking the room. He picked up the last silver blade and was about to stab it into the last major acupoint on his chest.
Just at this critical moment, Han Li suddenly felt his shoulders lighten – the giant who had been holding him had actually released his grip, snatched the silver blade from Mo Juren's hand, and flicked his wrist!
"Pfft-"
Blood splattered everywhere. Before Mo Juren could even react, his head was severed by the silver blade and rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open in disbelief.
The headless body, spitting blood, swayed and collapsed heavily to the ground.
"You..." Han Li was still in shock, staggering back a few steps, his eyes fixed on Qin Hao.
Just then, a green ball of light suddenly flew out from Mo Juren's corpse. Within the ball of light, a distorted human face could be vaguely seen—it was Yu Zitong's soul! He screamed, "Impossible! You were clearly turned into a human puppet by Mo Juren, how could you betray me?"
"Hey, you idiot, stop standing there! Quickly help me take this guy down!" Qin Hao took off his straw hat and the black cloth covering his face, revealing a familiar face!
But now his eyes were sharp, and there was no trace of his former naivety.
Upon hearing the familiar nickname "Er Lengzi" (meaning "foolish fool"), Han Li was taken aback at first, then his eyes instantly reddened as if he remembered something. Almost instinctively, he pulled out a bamboo cylinder from his pocket, aimed it at the green light, and pressed the mechanism with his thumb—a stream of black, viscous liquid gushed out, which was his improved "Seven Poisons Water".
"Ah! My soul!" Yu Zitong's soul dimmed instantly upon contact with the venom. He hurriedly begged for mercy: "Stop! Don't kill me! I can help you cultivate immortality! I know the cultivation techniques of immortals, and I even know where to find spiritual herbs..."
Upon hearing this, Han Li hesitated and looked at Qin Hao.
But Qin Hao wouldn't be lenient—Yu Zitong and Mo Juren were cut from the same cloth, keeping them around would only cause trouble later.
He picked up the silver blade stained with Mo Juren's blood from the ground and stabbed it repeatedly into the green orb of light. With each stab, the orb dimmed a little, and Yu Zitong's screams grew weaker and weaker.
"I...I'm not reconciled..."
As sunlight streamed through the wooden window into the room, the already faint green light flickered a few times, then turned into wisps of smoke that drifted away with the wind and completely dissipated into the air.
"Brother Zhang...is it really you?" Han Li looked at the person in front of him, confirmed that it was not a hallucination, and suddenly sat down on the ground, grinning like a child, but tears slid down his cheeks.
"Haha, Brother Zhang, it's so good to hear you're alright! I thought... I thought you were already..."
Qin Hao walked over, patted Han Li on the shoulder, and said gently, "I'm fine. Mo Juren taught me the Elephant Armor Technique to turn me into a human puppet, but for some reason, something went wrong during the process. My intelligence wasn't erased, so I could only pretend to be controlled by him and wait for the right moment to make my move."
Qin Hao didn't hide anything about Yu Zitong's background—the soul of a cultivator, the conspiracy of possession, the danger of the Seven Ghosts Soul Devouring Technique... Han Li's eyes widened as he listened, until Qin Hao said, "You are already a cultivator." He was stunned and couldn't come to his senses for a long time. He foolishly touched his dantian, as if confirming something.
Looking at his naive appearance, Qin Hao couldn't help but chuckle to himself: "It's rare to see the future Heavenly Venerable Han so clueless."
Next, the two began cleaning up the battlefield. Qin Hao found a bottle of "bone-dissolving water" among Mo Juren's belongings and poured it on Mo Juren's corpse and head—a sizzling sound rang out, and the corpse quickly turned into a pool of black water that seeped into the ground without leaving a trace.
Then, they dumped all of Mo Juren's belongings on the ground: several packets of poison powder, a tube of hidden arrows, more than a dozen boomerangs, and a secret manual with the words "Longevity Scripture" written on its cover.
Han Li's gaze was instantly drawn to the "Longevity Classic," and he began to read it with great interest.
A thought flashed through Qin Hao's mind: Should he make a move? Han Li possessed that mysterious little green bottle, capable of stimulating the growth of spiritual herbs; if he could seize it…
But he quickly suppressed the thought—he was joking, this guy's predecessor was the Time Dao Ancestor, who knows if he has any backup plans? If things go wrong, he wouldn't even know how he died.
Moreover, Zhang Tie's body possesses three spiritual roots, but with the assistance of "super artificial intelligence," he may well be able to forge his own path of cultivation.
"Brother Zhang, do you want to see it?" Han Li finally noticed Qin Hao's gaze and subconsciously handed over the "Longevity Scripture".
Qin Hao shook his head and smiled, "You take a look first, I'll just write it down myself later."
He knew that Zhang Tie didn't have a wood-attribute spiritual root and couldn't cultivate the Everlasting Spring Technique at all, but the cultivation theories in this manual were still valuable for enriching the database of artificial intelligence.
That evening, Qin Hao returned to his room, spread the "Longevity Scripture" on the table, and called out in his mind: "AI, can you deduce a cultivation method suitable for those with earth, metal, and fire spiritual roots through the incantation of the Longevity Technique?"
[AI: Data missing. Changchun Gong only includes the wood-attribute cultivation system and lacks key data such as the cultivation principles and spiritual energy circulation routes of other attribute spiritual roots, making it impossible to deduce its application.]
Qin Hao stroked his chin, his eyes flickering: "Data missing... It seems we still have to 'buy' from Master Jin Guang, this 'money-bringing boy'."