Bringing some shocking pranks to the Cultivation World
Chapter 43 - 43 36 The second stage cannot be interrupted

43: Chapter 36: The second stage cannot be interrupted 43: Chapter 36: The second stage cannot be interrupted “My god…

save me…”

The old man knelt on the ground, his cries of pain tinged with resentment.

He pounded the floor with his hand and croaked in a hoarse whisper, “My god…

See me…”

Reaching out, Zhou Li grabbed the old man by the collar and pulled the weak old man to his side.

He stepped on the man’s chest, forcibly separating the curled-up body’s head and hands like a shrimp, then Zhou Li squatted down, expressionless, and twisted the man’s head to the right, forcing him to look at the scenery inside the room.

The oil lamp…

Yes, the oil lamp!

At that moment, the old man’s pupils suddenly contracted, trembling nonstop.

He noticed that the oil lamps, which had been burning all along, had gone out unexpectedly at some point.

The room, once full of idols, was now unbearably dark, and with all the windows facing the mountains and not letting in any moonlight, there was not a single bright spot inside.

In the dim room, Zhou Li’s expression flickered between clarity and obscurity, but the ferocity and indifference in his eyes continuously raised a sense of fear in the old man’s heart.

He was just about to speak when he heard Zhou Li’s words.

“Your god can’t see anymore, can he?”

Zhou Li slowly lifted the old man’s collar, looking down at his frightened face with a calm and icy voice:

“Let me guess, your god needs the statues as a medium to see this world, right?”

The old man’s pupils trembled for a moment, about to say something, but he saw the knowing look on Zhou Li’s face.

The village chief was taken aback at first, but then immediately realized the other party was just trying to trick him into confirming his speculation, a fleeting sense of fear flashed in his eyes.

“So it is.”

Raising his head to look at the extinguished oil lamps and the idols hidden in the darkness, Zhou Li nodded and said, “The oil lamps are also a medium.”

Instantly, the feigned surprise on the old man’s face vanished, replaced by resentment and anger.

He hadn’t expected that he couldn’t fool this youth, who had coaxed out all the vital information in just a few words.

Even his feigned terror, to trick the other party into lighting the lamp, had been seen through completely.

Is he really as young as he appears?

“So can these Mountain Gods hear?”

Just then, a gentle and low voice rang out.

The old man stiffened, slowly turned his head, and from the darkness emerged a man whose face was indistinct, but the gleaming silver light of the Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand was chilling to the bone.

“They can’t hear.”

Zhou Li shook his head, calmly stating, “If they could hear, I wouldn’t have been able to sneak in.”

“Indeed.”

The Jinyiwei Thousand Household walked over to Zhou Li’s side, tossing a half-dead man next to him.

The man, with sharp ears and a short stature, was full of cuts, bloodied, his stench of blood making Zhou Li instinctively scrunch his nose.

Looking at the half-dead man on the ground, the old man was even more terrified, lifting his head in disbelief, shivering, and unable to utter a word.

“He’s been interrogated, this old man had that guy go to the temple to pass a secret message to someone called Tai Sui.

The content of the message was: ‘I have a good body, help me observe how to exchange for it.'”

Glancing at the man curled up on the ground, unable to stop trembling, the Thousand Household spoke with cold disdain, “The infamous Flower-stealing Bandit from Shangjing City, during a run from the law, happened to break in here, passed through three challenges, and then stayed.”

“You’ve done well.”

Zhou Li nodded; the only task he had given the Thousand Household was to watch over the people around the village chief.

If anyone tried to go to the temple, they were to be intercepted halfway and interrogated.

“You’re not stupid, at least not that stupid.”

Zhou Li looked at the old man on the ground, whose face was ashen, and said in a deep voice:

“You knew all along about my dubious intentions and that I wanted to infiltrate the village.

So, you tampered with Qiansan Pass all over again but also kept communicating with that Mountain God.

Yet you coveted my Spirit Qi Master body and my exceptional beauty, which is why you wanted to perform this charade with me.

If I’m not wrong, you never intended to use Money Eye or Silver Handkerchief Opening to control me; your real ace up the sleeve was this Cup of Immortal Gold.”

Grabbing the nearby golden cup, Zhou Li took off the flask inside his wide sleeve and threw it at the old man’s face, sneering:

“As long as I let my guard down and tried to pass through like in the previous challenges, by pouring the golden liquid stealthily into this flask, you could control me using a special method, right?”

The elderly man remained silent; he knew that it was impossible for him to call for help now.

As soon as he showed any intention to shout, not to mention Zhou Li, who kept his hand on the old man’s throat, the enigmatic Jinyiwei by his side could sever him in two with a single stroke, killing him on the spot.

He stared blankly at the Cup of Immortal Gold, his eyes filled with nothing but despair and the dullness of a broken heart.

The Qianhu holding the long blade was momentarily taken aback, then he looked towards Zhou Li, unable to help but marvel at the young man’s diabolically detailed strategies.

“I didn’t tell you all this just to watch you make a Sima Lian face,”

Zhou Li stood up, looking at the old man with indifference, and said, “Speak, what is the origin of your Mountain God?”

The old man sat on the ground in a daze, then slowly raised his head, mouth agape.

He suddenly flashed a creepy smile, stretching his mouth so wide that his face seemed to tear and fresh blood poured out.

Looking towards Zhou Li and the Qianhu, his hoarse voice slowly began to rise.

“You don’t drill through Money Eye, coat with Silver Pai, drink from Immortal Gold.”

“Could it be that you’re…”

Splat.

Gazing at the long blade piercing through his own chest, a look of astonishment spread across the old man’s face.

He trembled, turned his head with difficulty, and pointed a trembling finger at the Qianhu, then his head slumped, and he fell over.

“You mentioned it before.”

As the Qianhu pulled out the long blade, facing Zhou Li’s silent expression, he said with a silly laugh, “We couldn’t just watch him mutate.”

“The good news is, this person was indeed about to mutate.”

Zhou Li, hands behind his back, opened the bolt and, looking at the golden fluid gradually spreading over the old man’s corpse, he said solemnly to the Qianhu, “The bad news is, even in death, this Lao Deng can still mutate.”

“Run!”

The Qianhu didn’t hesitate.

Just as a golden spike began to form within the corpse’s fluids, aiming straight for his heart, he crashed through a nearby window.

Wood chips and bricks flew as he rolled, narrowly avoiding the golden spike that attacked from behind.

Just as the Qianhu was about to get up and escape, a streak of cold light flashed before his eyes, and soon after, a lump of silver substance blocked his path.

He quickly looked back and, sure enough, the man that had been hanging on by a thread had his throat punctured by a golden spike and silver substance was flowing from his body.

“Man of gold, man of silver, next would be man of copper, I suppose.”

After cracking a cold joke that only he himself could understand, Zhou Li, standing by the street, looked at the Mountain God Statue, where gold and silver were merging and congealing.

His lips twitched, “This thing can really fuse together, huh.”

“It seems I have caused trouble.”

The Qianhu walked over to Zhou Li and sighed, “If we waited a bit longer, there might have been a better way.”

As a Scorpion Spirit and a Jinyiwei Thousand Household, the Qianhu realized in the instant of the gold and silver fusion that he had indeed acted rashly.

If they had waited just a little longer, at least they would have had enough time to react and drag away the pointy-eared, monkey-cheeked man.

At the very least, they could have reduced the amount of that bizarre liquid by half.

Now, it seemed that the Mountain God Statue formed by the gold and silver was not something easy to handle.

And what’s more important is…

Glancing at the rows of lit wooden houses beside him, a serious look flashed across the Qianhu’s eyes.

The speed which the golden and silver liquid had shown earlier, with the former being comparable to a Fifth Realm Spirit Qi Master at full burst, and the latter to a Fourth Realm.

If all the villagers were to fuse together, even if he tore apart his humanoid guise, fought desperately in his Evil Demon form, it would still be difficult to ensure that Zhou Li could leave this place unscathed.

What to do now?

At that moment, the Qianhu couldn’t help but look towards Zhou Li.

However, he then realized that Zhou Li, who should have been just as worried about the villagers potentially transforming into monsters, only had a faint look of seriousness on his face, along with a confidence that the Qianhu himself did not understand.

Why isn’t he worried?