章節 185: AZI Volume 4 Chapter 28
Looking at Wang Bei Mu from top to bottom, Long Hua remarks—
"Surnamed Wang, you asked if I was a practitioner before. Well, what do you think? Are you shocked and surprised?"
(Shocked and surprised, my ass, you bastard!)
Despite cursing inside of his head, Wang Bei Mu is quick to put on a fawning expression for Long Hua. After all, with an anti-materiel rifle's muzzle pressed against his chest, what else was he supposed to do?
Heaving a sigh of shame, Wang Bei Mu says—
"Ai, my head must have gone bad from being imprisoned for all these years. I didn't expect such a peerless talent of your nature to appear in the Ling Yuan family while I was away."
"Flattery will get you nowhere. Also, I'm not a Ling Yuan family clansman."
"I-"
Without giving Wang Bei Mu the chance to retort, Long Hua presses Bai Zhe an inch away from where the former's crotch is.
As his expression darkens, Wang Bei Mu says—
"…Surnamed Long, don't you dare take things too far!"
Chuckling aloud, Long Hua replies—
"You're right. Instead of dirtying a perfectly clean sword, I should just blow it off with a gun instead."
"…W-We're both men here; if there's a conflict between us, we can talk things out peacefully, right?"
Shrugging a shoulder, Long Hua says—
"I'm pretty sure—that a lot of people don't think of me as a person. In their eyes, I'm just an object, a thing that has taken on the appearance of a human. So… My gender is probably also interchangeable."
With every sway of the soft sword near his crotch, the paler Wang Bei Mu's complexion becomes.
Heaving a sigh, Long Hua remarks—
"Ai, in human eyes, it's probably rude to play with one's food."
Storing Bai Zhe away, Long Hua grabs Wang Bei Mu by his face, and—
"Soul search!"
"Ah, aaaaaaarrrgghh!!!"
The moment Long Hua forcefully pours his divine senses into Wang Bei Mu's head, the latter raises a cry of anguish—that is akin to a pig being butchered alive.
What is being exerted upon Wang Bei Mu at this time is none other than the art of soul searching, which can be used by any practitioner that possesses divine senses. As the name of this technique would suggest, its purpose is to extract information directly from another person's soul.
"…"
As knowledge that is known only to Wang Bei Mu appears in his head, Long Hua's expression changes rapidly.
(Weapon spirit? Ling Yuan Ancestor? This is…?)
According to the memories of Wang Bei Mu, the Leng Bing Realm—this world, was created by the Ling Yuan Ancestor, to craft weapons by turning the souls that were thrown into this world into weapon spirits.
(…Sinners are weapon spirits that have formed a body; that is what a Relic is. As for the denizens that haven't… It would only be a matter of time for them to do so. …All the people in this world, they're weapon spirits; they're not genuine humans. No wonder, the lightning tribulations of this world felt off; they were meant to be used to further temper the weapon spirits; refine those that have reached a suitable level of strength, which would then allow them to advance a grade… The reason Sinners are called Sinners… It's because they are sinners. The souls that were turned into weapon spirits, they all belong to those who had committed heinous crimes against the Everlasting Spirit Realm—the real world, in the distant past…)
Blinking his eyes, Long Hua releases his grip over Wang Bei Mu's face.
"Ah… Ahh…"
Immediately, blood flows out of Wang Bei Mu's eyes, ears, and mouth.
[Did what you learn surprise you, my masterpiece?]
"…"
Without answering the creator of this world, Long Hua pierces through Wang Bei Mu's chest with his right hand, and retrieves a tiny sphere that is giving off a blue glow.
This is the "core" that a Core Formation realm practitioner would form during their advancement into this realm of cultivation.
Although Wang Bei Mu's cultivation base had regressed greatly, this core continues to exist—making it possible for him to return to the Core Formation realm, once it is recharged with a vast amount of spirit Qi.
"Uh…!"
With this core taken out of his body, Wang Bei Mu's flesh immediately begins to wither. Just as it would seem like his body would collapse, something emerges from the withering flesh, and—
"A Nascent Soul? So, you were originally a Nascent Soul realm practitioner?"
"…!"
Without answering Long Hua's question, the Nascent Soul of Wang Bei Mu, who has a look of horror on his face, turns to flee, however—
"Thinking of running?"
Waving his left hand, a prison of sword Qi—in the form of flower petals, manifests, imprisoning Wang Bei Mu's Nascent Soul within itself.
"…"
Flipping his hand, Wang Bei Mu's Nascent Soul is immediately drawn over to the top of Long Hua's palm.
"A core and a Nascent Soul."
Clenching the entirety of Wang Bei Mu's Nascent Soul in his left hand, a pleased smile appears on Long Hua's face.
"…"
Facing Long Hua, who is like a towering giant at this time, Wang Bei Mu's mouth trembles uncontrollably, for the former seems set on treating him as nourishment.
"Hmm."
Looking at Wang Bei Mu's core, which is currently in his right hand, Long Hua crushes it.
Immediately, a bountiful amount of spirit Qi spreads outwards, and not allowing it to go to waste, Long Hua rotates his Heaven Creation Mantra to draw all of them in.
(Th-This bastard, how did he manage to absorb all of it so quickly?!)
Just as Wang Bei Mu is thinking of this, Long Hua returns his attention to him.
"L-Lord…"
Positioning Wang Bei Mu in front of his mouth, Long Hua draws in a deep breath of air, while maintaining his rotation of the Heaven Creation Mantra.
"No!"
Unable to resist, Wang Bei Mu's Nascent Soul is thoroughly devoured by Long Hua.
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