May 31, 2023 Author: True Person Tashue
Chapter 58 Cold Wind
Fatty was scared silly, but Gao Xian didn't hesitate.
He fiercely stabbed with the True Yang Spear, causing Fatty to faint on the spot.
Using the same True Yang Spear, Yao Qingshuang could withstand five consecutive strikes, thanks to her profound cultivation and the high-quality sword in her hand, barely reaching the realm of unity of man and sword.
This Fatty was just in the initial stage of Qi cultivation, clearly a cunning and slippery character who liked to deceive.
What could he use to withstand the True Yang Spear?
Although Fatty seemed incapable, Gao Xian didn't dare to be careless and took him down first.
After dealing with Fatty, Gao Xian breathed a sigh of relief.
Despite only using one sword to kill Yao Qingshuang, he had exerted all his strength.
In the short time of the battle, he had already depleted most of his mana.
After adjusting his emotions and physical state, Gao Xian returned to the room.
Two big men who had been affected by the confusion powder were lying in the room, unable to control themselves, continuously inhaling the powder.
They were barely maintaining consciousness but their bodies were immobile.
Gao Xian didn't hold back and swiftly inserted a white plum needle into each of their foreheads, instantly understanding both of them.
Using the white plum needle was mainly because the wound was small and wouldn't bleed much.
He dragged the two dead men out into the courtyard.
Looking at the three dead bodies, although Yao Qingshuang's death was a bit horrifying, she was the most valuable.
After cultivating on Tengshe Mountain for several days, Gao Xian had become accustomed to this kind of bloodshed, accustomed to finding valuable items in the midst of bloodshed.
Cultivators themselves were a kind of resource.
Obtaining resources through plundering from the same kind was also a favorite method of many cultivators.
Gao Xian wouldn't actively plunder, but if others came to rob him, he wouldn't be polite.
This was what he had exchanged with his life!
Of course, what Gao Xian valued the most was the Qing Frost Sword in Yao Qingshuang's hand.
He picked up the Qing Frost Sword and examined it carefully.
The blade was three feet seven inches long, two inches wide, and the hilt was six inches long.
The sword guard was in the shape of a lotus flower, simple and elegant.
He weighed it and, relying on his Master-level Electric Light Subduing Dragon Hand, he accurately measured that this sword weighed a hefty twenty-seven catties.
Ten catties heavier than the Stone-Cutting Sword.
For a sword, this weight was quite heavy.
Ordinary cultivators would exhaust themselves after using this sword a few times.
The Qing Frost Sword was long and slender, the blade as clear and pure as blue water, with a faint shimmering light flowing inside.
This sword was indeed beautiful, and anyone could tell it was a good sword at a glance.
There was no name engraved on the sword.
Gao Xian felt that this sword was called the Qing Frost Sword, probably a name Yao Qingshuang had given it herself.
He took the scabbard from Yao Qingshuang's waist and found that the blue scabbard also had ancient lotus patterns engraved on it.
Sheathing the sword, Gao Xian put the Qing Frost Sword into his storage bag.
The sword was too heavy, making it inconvenient to carry.
Yao Qingshuang's bronze hairpin, which matched the bronze hair crown, was also collected.
Gao Xian found another storage bag with a divine lock that required some time to open.
He didn't rush to open it, instead storing it away first.
The most valuable things on Yao Qingshuang were the Qing Frost Sword and her robe.
The rest were some miscellaneous magical tools, talismans, and elixirs.
The other two big men were much poorer, with magical tools as weapons, carrying some talismans and elixirs on them.
Together, they had only a little over sixty spirit stones.
Although Fatty had the lowest cultivation level, he had a storage bag with a dozen talismans of various kinds.
Interestingly, Gao Xian found the Deer Horn Powder he had refined on all three men.
After tidying up all the items, Gao Xian used the Fire Control Technique on Fatty's face.
Fatty woke up with a scream, sitting up abruptly.
As soon as he opened his small eyes, he saw a cold sword pointing at him and immediately stopped screaming.
"Master Dao, spare me, spare me..."
Fatty's first reaction was to beg for mercy.
His small eyes were restless, looking around, and he saw Yao Qingshuang's headless body beside him, as well as the motionless bodies of the Guo brothers, clearly dead.
Looking at the person in front of him in the dim light, he couldn't see the other's expression clearly, only a pair of bright black eyes.
Feeling even more uneasy, this young cultivator seemed to have low cultivation, but his actions were as terrifying as a ghost.
Even the powerful Yao Qingshuang was killed with no resistance.
In fact, Fatty only saw two sword lights intersect, and then Yao Qingshuang's hand was severed, her head flying.
As for the specific details, Fatty was clueless.
This made him extremely awed by Gao Xian.
He speculated that perhaps this young cultivator was a hidden Foundation Establishment cultivator?
Gao Xian watched Fatty's reaction with interest.
Fatty's expressions and eyes were rich, clearly indicating that he had many thoughts.
Dealing with such a clever person was the most convenient.
"Who are you people?" Gao Xian asked.
"Master Dao, we are from the Red Snake Gang," Fatty hurriedly replied.
"Why did you come looking for me?"
"Because, because Master Dao, you bought the Blue Lotus Crown. This was originally our Fourth Young Master's magical tool, paired with the bronze hairpin, they resonate with each other and are quite wonderful.
"We often sell the Blue Lotus Crown, and then sneak back at night to retrieve the items..."
Fatty didn't dare to hide anything and detailed their activities.
Gao Xian then asked, "How many of you are there in total?"
"We..." Fatty hesitated before saying, "There are nine of us, the rest are still at home and haven't come out."
Gao Xian smiled, "There are quite a few of you."
From Fatty's hopeful expression and subtle reactions, he felt that Fatty was ninety-nine percent lying.
With more accomplices, he would naturally be more wary. Fatty had room to maneuver with his repeated jumps.
However, even if Fatty was telling the truth, it didn't matter.
Yao Qingshuang had found him with the bronze hairpin, even if there were other accomplices, they wouldn't be able to find him.
"Please do me a favor and take away the bodies.
It's too frightening to leave them in the house," Gao Xian handed the storage bag back to Fatty, letting him take care of the bodies.
Fatty knew that if Gao Xian dealt with the bodies, he would deal with him as well. But he was afraid of death.
Being able to live a little longer was better than nothing.
Fatty laboriously walked through the snow for half an hour, arriving at a mountain forest outside Feima Town.
"They are your friends, dig a hole for them to rest in peace, that's also a favor," Gao Xian handed Fatty a shovel, asking him to bury the bodies.
When Fatty took the shovel, he knelt down with a thud, crying and saying, "Master Dao, please don't kill me.
I was originally a wandering cultivator, forced by them to become a spy for the Red Snake Gang.
"I know a lot about the Red Snake Gang. If you want to know anything, just ask. I'm willing to follow you, just spare my life..."
"Do your job properly," Gao Xian's eyes turned cold.
Since they had arrived, if Fatty didn't listen, he would do it himself.
Frightened by Gao Xian's icy killing intent, Fatty didn't dare to beg for mercy anymore, but he also didn't want to work.
He sat there, looking lifeless.
He was already dead, and now he had to dig his own grave, which was too frustrating.
After some thought, Gao Xian softened his tone, "Behave well. After you successfully deal with the others when you go back, I can spare your life."
With these words, Fatty saw a glimmer of hope.
Back at Feima Town, he could easily point out a cultivator and there would always be a chance to escape.
Thinking of this, he regained some spirit and began to dig the grave with determination.
In the freezing weather, digging a grave required a lot of effort.
Fortunately, the ground hadn't frozen completely yet due to the short time of cold.
In no time, Fatty had dug a deep hole for more than one person.
Without Gao Xian's command, Fatty didn't dare to stop.
He was diligently digging the soil with his head down.
Seeing that it was almost done, Gao Xian pointed down with his left hand, his two fingers forming a sword gesture, and a one-foot-long ice cone shot out with a sharp whistle, piercing through the back of Fatty's head.
Fatty couldn't react and fell down instantly, dead.
Under the bleak moonlight, the white snow, black soil, and dead bodies were all cold and silent.
Only the north wind was roaring in Gao Xian's ears, causing his clothes to flutter in the wind...
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