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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nEverything came to an end for the moment.

nAh You had been killed and for the time being Song Qingshu could rest easy.

nHowever, Mo Immortal Castle’s revenge had in fact only just began. Song Qingshu was well aware that since he had badly injured Ah Zuo and killed Ah You, the Lady of the Castle wouldn’t let him go so easily. More powerful killers would probably appear after this, but he already no longer had anything to fear… after all, he was a man with long johns!

nBesides, his soul brand had been washed clean with Senior Wang’s house OMO laundry detergent, so it would be more difficult than Mo Immortal Castle had expected to find him now.

n“It seems like I’ve never been able to do anything bad successfully since young. If I’d known sooner, I would never have joined the dark side.” Song Qingshu sighed in his heart, then took out a bottle filled with a purple liquid. This was a bottle of body-dissolving fluid.

nHe poured all the fluid over Ah You… a pungent odor filled the air and the shredded red cheongsam on the corpse started to disintegrate. The cheongsam was originally a body armor immortal treasure, but it still couldn’t resist the powerful corrosive effects of the body-dissolving fluid. Nonetheless, the fluid also had its limits — it was able to eat through the cheongsam, but the body remained completely intact.

nSong Qingshu was bewildered. The body-dissolving fluid could instantly break down even the bodies of Nascent Soul cultivators, but unexpectedly it was of no use on Soul Formation cultivators.

nSure enough, the disparity between the bodies of Nascent Soul cultivators and Soul Formation cultivators was too great even though it was only a difference of one realm level.

nThinking about how he had been stuck at his realm for a long time, Song Qingshu couldn’t help lamenting in his heart.

n“Is there any more body-dissolving fluid?” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked when he saw the situation.

nSong Qingshu held up a bottle. “There’s only one left…”

n“Give it to me.” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took the bottle, then opened it and sprinkled some fine powder inside before shaking the bottle to mix it in.

nSong Qingshu’s face was full of surprise. “Senior… may I ask, what is that powder?”

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “Of course it’s your Senior Wang’s home OMO washing powder.”

nSong Qingshu: “…”

nAfter the washing powder had completely dissolved in the body-dissolving fluid, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal poured the liquid over the corpse once again. This time, the woman’s corpse straightaway turned into spirals of vapor that quickly started to evaporate. Furthermore, that pungent odor also disappeared to be replaced by a soapy fragrance!

nSong Qingshu couldn’t help giving Wang Ling a thumbs-up; Senior White Rabbit Wang was really awesome!

nSenior Wang, does your family’s toilet cleaner have the same effect?

nCan your insecticide directly poison a Soul Formation cultivator?

nWang Ling: “…”

nThe three people stood over Ah You’s corpse and waited for it to completely vanish. At the same time, spirit light suddenly flickered next to the corpse and several items appeared.

nThese items had originally been hidden in Ah You’s earring storage space, but after the body-dissolving fluid had corrupted the storage space, the things inside it had dropped by the body, like the items dropped in video games.

nPerhaps because it had been a short-term assassination assignment, the woman hadn’t actually brought much with her.

nAmong the items was a black and unusually shaped weapon: it looked like a magic sword with a hilt, but the body was very strange as it was made up of seven black balls linked together.

nSong Qingshu had a stupefied look on his face as he held this black magic sword. “Are Soul Formation female cultivators nowadays so lewd that they will even carry vibrators on them?!”

nWang Ling: “…”

nIt was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal who recognized it. “…This is the Seven Stars Sword.”

n“Seven Stars Sword?”

n“I saw it in an old book. It’s a first-class holy weapon, and one of the three magic objects which Immortal Zhenyuan used, along with the Purple Gold Gourd and the Golden Canopy Rope. I would never have thought that this person would have it on her,” said Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.

nImmortal Zhenyuan…

nHearing this name, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but pull his neck in.

nThis was a legendary figure from the same era as the legendary Devil Emperor Gua Pi. The first time that the Gate Between Worlds had come to Earth and the human cultivators had fought valiantly against the massive invasion of the demon race, it was Immortal Zhenyuan who had found a way to shut the gate.

nGrenade-Throwing Senior Immortal cupped his chin as he pondered. “Legend has it that the Seven Stars Sword has the ability to move mountains, and can direct the strength of the earth for its own use.”

nSong Qingshu: “Then why didn’t she use it?”

n“A first-class holy weapon is already extraordinary in itself; for Soul Formation cultivators to be able to use a fourth- or fifth-class grade holy weapon is already their upper limit,” said Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. “It’s worth investigating why this woman had this Seven Stars Sword on her.”

nAs they spoke, the both of them looked over the other items that had dropped on the ground.

nApart from the Seven Stars Sword, there were some unfamiliar elixirs as well as a bottle filled with a purple potion.

nThis purple potion was the body-dissolving fluid. The woman’s original plan had clearly been to deal with Song Qingshu and then directly destroy his corpse. Most unfortunately for her, she had not expected an ending like this.

nEyes sweeping over the ground, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal saw that there were no other valuable items. Losing interest, he returned his gaze to the Seven Stars Sword as he picked it up and studied it carefully.

nThe Seven Stars Sword was the only unexpected bonus.

nAfter asking for Wang Ling’s opinion, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal didn’t hesitate to directly pocket it.

nWang Ling paid no mind to these insignificant first-class holy objects — his body had long become holy itself, and there were almost no magic weapons in the world that could harm him.

nHowever, among the things scattered on the ground, there was still one object which Song Qingshu and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had ignored, but which had drawn Wang Ling’s attention.

nHe crooked his finger, and the object flew straight into his hand.

nIt was a palm-sized bronze medal that was only as thick as a coin. The medal was engraved with a lotus flower, which Wang Ling thought probably symbolized the woman’s identity or the actual organization she belonged to.

nHe remembered the woman yelling that she was from Immortal Mansion…

nWas this Immortal Mansion’s token?

nWang Ling didn’t dare to assume that this was the case. It was a pity that the woman was already dead; Song Qingshu had been too heavy-handed and had caused her brain to directly explode. Otherwise, Wang Ling could have used his Memory Probe Spell to look for clues.

nStaring blankly at the the bronze medal in Wang Ling’s hand, Song Qingshu asked them, “Do both seniors know what kind of organization Immortal Mansion is?”

nWang Ling frowned; he had a hunch that this organization wasn’t so simple…

nBesides, his sixth sense was always right.

n“I think I’ve heard of this organization before; if I had to make a guess, the reason why this woman has the Seven Stars Sword is very likely closely linked to this organization.” Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal narrowed his eyes. “I’ll investigate this in more detail. But before that, I would like to ask Brother Ling…”

nWang Ling: “?”

n“Do you have more long johns? As your brother, hurry up and give me two pairs!”

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