Transmigrated into a heretical cultivator, leading all the villains to ascension.

Chapter 138 Slaying a Nascent Soul

"I'm definitely going to help you out."

Gao Huohuo looked at Tang Xuan with a firm gaze, paused, and then added.

"However, in front of outsiders, please still call me Bai Qiang."

After speaking, she lightly flipped her hand and took out a magical artifact from her storage ring, handing it to Tang Xuan.

"Take this, we'll use it to communicate from now on."

As for the weapons you gave me, you won't lose out if you exchange them for my supernatural powers.

"This... Fellow Daoist Bai, wouldn't this mean you've wasted your time?"

Tang Xuan hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the magic weapon, his eyes filled with remorse.

Gao Huohuo waved his hand, his expression indifferent:

"Didn't you say we have a deep connection? I'll consider this a favor for now, and I'll come to you if I need anything in the future."

After a moment's thought, Tang Xuan realized that what he said made sense, so he stopped refusing.

He simply used his supernatural powers to send all of his third brother's detailed information to Gao Huohuo.

After explaining everything, Gao Huohuo turned and left the teahouse.

She knew in her heart that if she wanted to take down a master like Tang Xuan, who was at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul stage, conventional methods would definitely not work; she would have to rely on the power of the system.

But how can we incite his hatred and make him take the bait?

As Gao Huohuo walked, he pondered a solution in his mind, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the message sent by Tang Xuan once again.

Suddenly, a crucial detail caught his eye—his third brother was obsessed with unparalleled weapons.

Gao Huohuo had an idea: In that case, let Han Guang step forward, since most male cultivators are fond of swords.

For the next few days, Gao Huohuo wore an invisibility talisman every day.

Like a ghost, he moved through the streets and alleys, thoroughly investigating Tang Xuan's third brother's daily whereabouts.

On this day, in a deep and narrow alley, Han Guang quietly revealed his spirit form as planned, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.

At the same time, Xiao Lingzi also secretly used illusion magic, and the two worked together seamlessly.

This gave Tang Xuan's third brother the illusion that the peerless divine sword he had been dreaming of was right in front of him, and that he was about to form a contract with it.

However, just as he was overjoyed and about to succeed.

The illusion suddenly distorted, and a virtual figure flashed out, preemptively signing the divine sword contract.

And this figure was none other than Chen Wan'er, whom Gao Huohuo had created.

"Chen Wan'er, you are utterly despicable!" Tang Xuan's third brother roared, his eyes wide with rage.

"You mere Golden Core cultivator dares to snatch food from my mouth and steal my things! I will tear you to pieces!"

Upon seeing the new name appear in the system taskbar, Gao Huohuo's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

He quickly attached an invisibility talisman, used his movement technique, and disappeared without a trace in a few leaps.

Having found a secluded corner where few people went, Gao Huohuo first sent a message to Chen Wan'er.

Immediately afterwards, she took a deep breath, took out several bottles of poison from her storage ring, tilted her head back, and drank them all in one gulp.

Then he sat cross-legged and began to practice the Heavenly Demon Bone Refining Technique.

On the other side, Tang Xuan's third brother was filled with resentment. He, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, had actually been tricked by a Golden Core junior.

And to watch the other party slip away right under my nose, if word gets out, how will I save face?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, especially at the name Chen Wan'er, which felt like a thorn in his heart, fueling his rage.

"Hmph, you dare to steal my things, I will never let you get away with this!"

Tang Xuan's third brother gritted his teeth and immediately gave his men a telepathic order:

"Starting today, you are to conduct a full-scale search and capture of a female cultivator named Chen Wan'er in the city."

Once discovered, kill her without mercy, and bring back the weapon she stole!

The order had just been given, and before he could even calm himself down, a strange feeling suddenly surged through his body.

The moment Tang Xuan's third brother noticed the abnormality in his body, his face turned ashen.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he instinctively covered his abdomen with both hands, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, he has dominated the cultivation world for many years.

I never imagined that I would be ambushed silently in my own city.

With a "pfft," he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, which was as thick as ink.

It emitted a pungent, fishy stench, and when it splashed onto the ground, it corroded small pits.

His eyes widened, filled with astonishment and resentment.

He tried to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body to suppress the spread of the toxin, but the toxin seemed to have a spirit of its own.

Like a surging tide, it quickly broke through his spiritual energy defenses, one after another.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, supporting himself with his hands and panting heavily.

Every breath felt like it was tearing at the countless holes in my lungs.

At this moment, the spiritual energy around him began to surge erratically, and his originally steady breathing became rapid and weak.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and the scene before him became distorted and shaky.

My mind flashed through a series of glorious memories: I had once dominated the exploration of the secret realm and obtained countless treasures.

He outshone all others in the family competition, and his fame spread far and wide...

But now, all of that will vanish with his death.

“No…it’s impossible…” His lips trembled as he murmured weakly, making a final struggle.

He endured the excruciating pain, reached into his robes, and pulled out several precious pills.

He wanted to swallow the pills all at once to detoxify, but his fingers trembled so badly that the pills slipped from his fingertips several times.

He finally managed to grab one and put it in his mouth, but before the pill could even dissolve, an even more potent toxicity backfired, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood.

His body grew colder and colder, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Finally, after a violent spasm, his eyes slowly closed, his head drooped limply to the ground, and he was lifeless.

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the pool of foul-smelling black blood bearing witness to the fall of a Nascent Soul expert.

Soon a dark figure emerged from the side, cast a spell, and the corpse instantly turned to ashes.

Meanwhile, Gao Huohuo was immersed in cultivating the Heavenly Demon Bone Refining Technique.

She seemed isolated from her surroundings, and time passed quietly like flowing water.

Only when she had mastered the technique did she slowly open her eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them.

At the same time, she noticed that the system's energy bar was almost empty.

"This Nascent Soul cultivator truly possesses profound knowledge and extraordinary strength!"

Gao Huohuo couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

However, now, her cultivation has steadily reached the tenth level of the Golden Core stage, and her strength has made a qualitative leap compared to the past.

Chen Wan'er also made rapid progress and successfully advanced to the third level of the Golden Core stage.

On this day, as the first rays of dawn shone, the main hall of the Thousand Illusions Sect stood solemn and majestic, where all the disciples gathered, awaiting the start of the morning lessons.

As a newly joined disciple, Chen Wan'er had just stepped into the main hall.

Before they could even get a foothold, a sharp and sarcastic voice shot out like a cold arrow.

"Hey, look who is this?"

A female cultivator who shared a room with Chen Wan'er looked at her with envy and disdain, and sneered.

"As expected of the disciple favored by the Third Elder, he has only been in the sect for a short time, yet his cultivation speed is already so fast."

"I wonder what underhanded methods they used to achieve such rapid progress?"