Chapter 117
The aura emanating from this malevolent entity sent chills down her spine. No wonder all those Bai-level practitioners had fallen here; no wonder the bodies were nowhere to be found—they had all been devoured.
What should she do now?
The distress signal had been sent out, but would help arrive in time?
She glanced over at Chen Huai'an.
To her surprise, he hadn’t moved an inch.
“Hey! You…”
Clang—!
A sharp sound of a sword echoed.
In Lin Lingling's view, Chen Huai'an's figure flickered for a moment. She didn’t see him draw his sword; all she noticed was a flash of light, and the approaching corpses were cleaved apart, along with the massive claws that had been reaching for them.
Blood splattered all over Chen Huai'an's face.
He didn’t even blink.
With the black-scaled sword pointed at the halted corpse puppet, Chen Huai'an coldly remarked, “Hey, do you know I actually quite liked it when she called me ‘handsome’ and asked for my phone number?”
“Gah, gah…” The corpse puppet stared at the blood-soaked man before it, its throat constricted as if caught in an iron vise.
It couldn’t move.
A chilling silence locked it in place.
The black blood dripping from the sword was its own.
Fear gripped it.
“Um, um, senior, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us…”
“Ha, no misunderstanding at all.”
Clang—!
A head flew off at an angle, and the towering body of the corpse puppet fell straight to the ground.
Chen Huai'an frowned.
He sensed that the aura from this strange being was similar to that of the man-faced spider.
But killing this creature didn’t yield any fragments of demonic cultivation…
What was going on? Was it not dead, or was this just a matter of chance?
“Kid! You’re finished!”
As the head landed a few meters away, it suddenly sprouted several tentacles.
While fleeing, it turned back and shouted at Chen Huai'an, “You think you can kill me? Hehehe! I’ve remembered your face. When my master awakens, everyone from the Demon Slayer Division will die!”
“Oh, so you’re not dead.”
Chen Huai'an raised an eyebrow and stomped his foot on the ground.
Boom—!
Bricks shattered.
Lin Lingling felt as if two firecrackers had exploded in her ears.
In the blink of an eye, the figure had vanished.
The corpse puppet’s head raced away, unbound by its body, moving at an incredible speed. At this rate, even if the Demon Slayer Division sent a top-tier practitioner, as long as they weren’t specialized in speed, they wouldn’t catch up to him.
But alas, if he could just finish off that girl, he could grow a pair of wings and run even faster…
But this was good enough.
The master of the black coffin was nearby; as long as he could reach the master…
Hiss—!
A sudden rush of wind caught his attention.
The corpse puppet turned its head, eyes nearly popping out.
There was that young man, sword in hand, rapidly bouncing off the buildings.
With a swift roll, he was already charging at him with his sword drawn.
The cold light on the blade stung its eyes.
“Wait, you… I-I’m sorry, senior! Let’s talk this out…”
“Shut up!” Chen Huai'an grabbed its head with one hand and raised his sword with the other, “Hand over the fragments!”
Clang—!
A beam of sword light shot out, embedding itself into the wall.
The corpse puppet’s eyes filled with pale sword energy, and its consciousness faded away.
Chen Huai'an landed, holding the black-scaled sword, and pulled out his phone.
A game notification popped up:
【Killed Black Coffin Corpse Puppet, obtained Demonic Cultivation Fragment X1】
“Just as I thought.”
It seemed that killing demonic cultivators guaranteed a drop of fragments.
Chen Huai'an concluded and turned to regroup with the other three.
He found Lin Lingling in a corner.
The girl was huddled against the wall, looking as if she had shut down completely.
After all, she was just a middle schooler…
Chen Huai'an shook his head. At her age, he was still pulling girls' hair ties; how strong could her mental fortitude be? Approaching the corner, he saw Lin Lingling still with her head down, hugging her knees in silence, so he waved his hand in front of her.
“Hey, buddy, are you frozen in fear?”
“Come on, you’re a demon slayer too. I admit tonight’s scene was a bit bloody, but…”
Before he could finish, Lin Lingling suddenly sprang up.
Swish—!
She grabbed the long spear beside her and thrust it straight at Chen Huai'an’s face.
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Chapter 124: Are You Chen Huai'an?
Lin Lingling’s spear technique was fierce; he had already witnessed a glimpse of it at Tianmen Mountain. This girl must have learned from someone, as she wielded that two-meter-long spear with a hint of deadly precision.
The spear was fast.
Faster than during their encounter at Tianmen Mountain.
But under Chen Huai'an’s keen perception, it was slow.
He sidestepped the thrust, grabbed the spear shaft, and with a sudden burst of strength, executed a shoulder throw, slamming Lin Lingling and her spear to the ground.
Bang! Lin Lingling let out a cry.
Her body rolled into a pile of debris.
Chen Huai'an moved in, quickly locking onto the back of Lin Lingling’s neck, where a red-bottomed spider was perched, its legs indicating that her condition was related to the spider.
The spider sensed danger and tried to flee.
But the black-scaled sword was quicker, slicing it in half.
A muffled grunt came from above the construction site.
Chen Huai'an’s ears perked up; he heard it.
“More fragments? Hehehe~”
“I’ve found you!”
The voice came from above. He couldn’t fly with his sword, and climbing the stairs would take too long…
So, in the pitch-black night, a strange figure appeared, clutching a black-scaled sword in its mouth, using hands and feet to scramble up the vertical wall at a 90-degree angle.
Its speed was even more spider-like than the man-faced spider.
The application of spiritual energy was boundless; he could easily generate adhesion like Spider-Man with his palms and feet. As for why Chen Huai'an was so adept at it?
That’s a joke; he had experienced even more intricate uses in the game, and now he was just playing with the leftover skills of a game character.
“Demon Slayer Division brat, still daring to come up and seek death?!”
Upon reaching the rooftop, Chen Huai'an heard a cold snort behind him.
Turning his head, he saw a shadow lunging at him. He couldn’t make out what it was, but the glint of cold light hidden beneath the robe was glaring, like a snake’s fangs poised to strike.
Chen Huai'an turned back and swung his sword.
Though he hadn’t mastered any moves from the Qinglian Sword Manual, he had grasped the first twelve chapters well enough.
These sword chapters, while not as powerful as sword techniques, were still exquisite, allowing his movements to be quick and steady, without any unnecessary flourishes.
The sword, naturally, was more lethal!
Clang—!
The sword energy formed a blinding line that collided with the cold light hidden beneath the black robe.
With a crack, the shadow was forced back.
Now Chen Huai'an could see clearly: it was a man dressed entirely in black, his face obscured by a mask, making it impossible to discern his features. At that moment, the man was staring blankly at the broken dagger in his hand.
“How is this possible? Who are you?!”
The master of the black coffin looked at Chen Huai'an and the sword in his hand in disbelief.
His dagger was made from the blood iron gifted by the master.
Its hardness could rival that of diamonds.
And as long as it pierced someone, it would cause them to bleed profusely.
With this dagger, he had been invincible in battles against demon slayers, having already killed over a dozen, including a top-tier practitioner.
All the demon slayers’ weapons had been severed without exception; only firearms could barely pose a threat to him.
But the young man before him wasn’t wielding a firearm.
He was wielding a sword.
Was this sword made of special materials too?
How could there be something better than what the master had bestowed?!
“Hand over the fragments!”
Chen Huai'an didn’t respond, only continued to swing his sword.
His spiritual energy was running low; it was time to stop talking and get to work.
“Senior, please wait!” The master of the black coffin retreated rapidly to dodge the sword light, speaking quickly, “I don’t know what fragments you’re after, but if you need any resources, just say so. Now is the time of spiritual energy revival; the Demon Slayer Division isn’t a good place to be. Why not come to my Longhu Mountain?”
“Hand over the fragments!”
“I truly don’t know what fragments you’re talking about!!!”
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