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Chapter 201: The Poor Little Cultivator (2)

"You damn bastard!"

"I must kill him!"

While cursing, He Shan sat down cross-legged as the original owner remembered. The spiritual energy around him fluctuated instantly and penetrated into his body, making him feel very good.

The time now is when the original owner suffered the second ambushes from the bastard junior brother. The location is in a small secret realm outside Chaotian Sect. The original owner is now nineteen years old and is already in the middle stage of foundation building. This time she took on the sect's mission alone, but she didn't expect that there was a poisonous insect following her.

Oh, you like to be a follower, right? I, the king, will let you be a follower to your heart’s content!

She temporarily put aside the distracting thoughts in her mind and concentrated on her cultivation. She simulated and practiced the original owner's skills in her mind several times. This set of "Fate of Birth and Death" was the most suitable for cultivators with wood spiritual roots in the sect. Heshan felt that it would be very beneficial for her to master it thoroughly.

Although she likes to play and is lazy, she is not stupid. She knows that only when she is strong and has the capital can she enjoy the freedom she wants.

For more than a month, Heshan stayed here and practiced hard, trying to completely master this technique. Unexpectedly, this technique was very powerful.

The first few levels allow the cultivator to use the water and wood spiritual roots to attack, defend, and assist to the extreme, and to heal or kill. In the last part, because water and wood are the basis for the survival of all things, the cultivator who has cultivated to this point can become one with the elements, control the attributes of the enemy's spiritual roots, and kill enemies above their level.

"Boom..."

Just like the blockage in the spring was removed, the last part of Heshan's body was broken through, and in an instant, spiritual power swept in from all directions, instantly filling her limbs and bones.

The meridians expanded, spiritual power condensed, a vast ocean formed in the dantian, and then vibrated, but soon, the ocean began to gather and compress, quickly turning into a huge golden elixir.

But Heshan still felt it was not enough, he clasped his hands together, muttered something, and the golden elixir in his body trembled for a moment and began to transform into a small human shape.

She opened her eyes, and there was a deep sharpness in her eyes. Before she could laugh out loud, bursts of roars were heard outside.

The thunderstorm has happened.

It happened that the secret realm was closed at this time, and everyone was spit out. Heshan did not resist this repulsive force. In order to avoid running into the miscellaneous creatures that might cause trouble, she took a step ahead and moved away by shrinking the distance.

The thundercloud followed, striking vertically, and she met it head-on, unafraid.

After a while, the mission was accomplished, the Nascent Soul was born, and jade dew fell.

Heshan's figure flashed, and he put on his clothes one by one, stretched his limbs, and his powerful body made her very satisfied.

She clenched her fists and looked into the distance with murderous intent in her eyes.

There are also hidden cultivators nearby who want to kill and plunder her while her cultivation is not yet fully stable.

Heshan hummed happily twice, which was a good opportunity for her to try out the power of the Fate of Life and Death. He raised his hand, and the bodies of several people who were close to him instantly froze, and the life force in their bodies was rapidly drained away. In the blink of an eye, everyone could only hear a series of "bang bang bang" sounds.

The king was quick-witted and agile. He snatched away their storage bags through the air just before their dantian exploded.

The ashes of a few people who stood out were blown all over the ground, while Heshan was happily busy opening the storage bag he got for free. There were quite a few good things in it, including a large pile of spirit stones, several precious-looking medicinal plants and elixirs, as well as spiritual tools of various sizes.

"Wow!!"

"Piggy, you really didn't lie to me. There are really many treasures to be found in the Xiuzhen Continent!"

Her eyes were red with excitement and she was no longer in a hurry to chase after her little junior brother. She stopped and looked around expectantly, hoping that more people with lofty ideals would be brave enough to stand up and rob her!

Come on!

What are you waiting for!

Pig: “…”

The cultivators hiding in the dark felt a chill down their spines when they were looked at by her strange gaze, and recalled the shocking scene just now. The cultivation levels of those who stood out were not low, two were at the half-step Nascent Soul stage, and three were at the Golden Core stage, but they were not able to withstand a single move from this woman and were turned into ashes. They were frightened and wanted to retreat.

Two groups of monks began to retreat. Heshan looked at them anxiously and angry. You are a cooked duck that is right in my mouth, and you still want to run away?

She glared at that side fiercely, thinking that this king has always been a good man with a legitimate reason, and immediately came up with a plan, and said: "Why is the dog in front walking? Is there more shit on that road that makes you so anxious?"

"And what are you doing here? Wait for me to dig your graves, you idiots."

"I have successfully advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, why haven't you? Is it because you are useless?"

"Why aren't you talking? Did your butt get sewn up?"

"Look at yourself. You are all so ugly and crooked. You look bad at first glance. Oh, it really hurts my eyes to see you like that."

"And you are waiting here for me, are you a toad wanting to eat a swan?"

"Shut up!" One of them was enraged by her arrogance, and drew his sword and pointed it at her: "Little bitch..."

"Your whole family is a jerk!"

Heshan's expression changed and he interrupted him fiercely.

Shameless people, it was obvious that they wanted to surround and kill her, with bad intentions, so what was wrong with her cursing? !

The middle-aged man was furious and rushed forward angrily. He was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and was not afraid of Heshan who had just achieved the Nascent Soul stage.

He Shan snorted and was not at all panicked when facing the man's sword. Although she had no weapon in her hand, the Art of Life and Death that she had practiced had reached the highest level, and the weapon could move at will.

She spread out her right hand, turned her wrist down, and held a vine whip transformed by wood spiritual power in her palm. The whip, full of vitality, collided with the man's sword, but was not defeated at all. Instead, it wrapped around it as if it had a soul and lashed the man with a snap.

"what--"

The middle-aged man screamed. He didn't understand why this seemingly light whip hurt so much when it hit his body, as if it had penetrated into his bones.

Seeing that something was not right, the people who were traveling with him not far away stepped forward to help and surrounded Heshan to fight.

"Humph, a bunch of rubbish"

Heshan curled his lips with disdain in his eyes, shook his hand, and the whip broke into three parts, flying arrogantly in the air and knocked them down.

"Oh, you are just a wood spirit root, and you dare to speak so arrogantly? I am willing to learn from you!" Someone rushed over indignantly.

The surrounding monks all looked at her unfriendly at this moment, angry at her arrogant words just now. They all stood up and were ready to attack, but the main reason they were unwilling to leave was that they knew that the Nascent Soul monk had many treasures in his hands, and they were greedy for her wealth.

But there were still some smart ones. He Shan glanced at the people who were running away silently, thinking to herself that it was a pity that she would have to collect one less storage bag. She turned her gaze back and said to the monks with ill intentions with contempt.

"What's wrong with my wood spiritual roots? I can still beat you to tears, a bunch of losers, come at me if you have the guts, just see if I'm afraid or not!"