Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 186: Death (Vote Request for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 186: Chapter 186: Death (Vote Request for Monthly Ticket)

The blackwood staff appeared wooden, but in actuality, it was extremely heavy, a special and unique weapon of the curious gates.

Paired with the unparalleled true strength of the Jile Immortal, even if he faced an iron man, he was confident he could flatten them into an iron pancake!

But just as this earth-shattering strike was about to land, a finger also slowly extended.

It seemed slow but was actually fast, arriving first despite being later, it caught the blackwood cane. With just a light tap, the true force attached to the blackwood staff was dissipated without a trace, like a venomous snake struck precisely in its vitals.

The Jile Immortal’s face suddenly changed, then immediately twisted into a ferocious snarl, his unceasing inner strength circulating, attempting to break free from the shackles of this finger.

It seemed as if through the blackwood staff, both individuals began a contest of inner strength, falling into a brief stalemate.

However, this was all an illusion.

The next moment, the Jile Immortal felt an intense corrosive pain on his palm, forcing him to abandon his weapon and retreat swiftly.

A Grandmaster’s spiritual sense allowed him to perceive that a layer of sand-like ’living things’ had covered the staff!

They climbed along the blackwood cane like exceedingly tiny poisonous insects, all the way to his palms.

Looking at his hands in horror, he found that the center of his palms had turned pitch-black, flesh rotted and blood seeped out, with pustules emerging around the edges.

It was as though those poisonous insects had taken over his flesh and were rapidly multiplying.

"No!"

The Jile Immortal gritted his teeth and fiercely scraped his hands together.

His fingernails were sharper than any fine steel dagger, layers of flesh falling to the ground.

After experiencing the terrifying nature of the opponent’s poisonous hand, he chose to decisively sever them.

"Such a good decision, but alas, it is futile."

Zhong Shenxiu approached step by step, her expression serene, "You can cut off poisoned hands, but you surely can’t cut off your own lungs... oh, perhaps you can, but your head is also poisoned, better cut it off as well..."

As the battle prolonged, Zhong Shenxiu could clearly sense the Ten Thousand Gu Hand’s tiny gu increasing within the Jile Immortal’s body.

Even though he could suppress the outbreak of the disease with profound inner strength, the tiny gu still remained!

In fact, the vigorous vitality brimming with inner strength was actually promoting the tiny gu to proliferate even more.

By now, they had begun to gradually move along the spine, invading the head of the weakened Jile Immortal.

At this moment, in the eyes of the Jile Immortal, Zhong Shenxiu’s appearance suddenly changed, no longer human, but a blur of innumerable particles forming an unclear human figure, like a mosaic-filled abnormal shape.

"Ah!"

He screamed in agony, covering his bloodshot eyes, exhibiting symptoms of delirium and other mental illnesses.

"Sigh... beating up the elderly, kicking the mentally ill... how did I end up in this situation?"

Zhong Shenxiu was very speechless about her own actions but still gracefully moved forward to deliver several palm strikes.

Even in a state of delirium, the Jile Immortal’s body surprisingly reacted on its own, raising his arms to block his vital points.

Crack!

His sleeves, his gorgeously ornate robes fluttering like butterflies, cracked and flew apart, revealing a charred palm print.

The very place that had directly fought against the Ten Thousand Gu Hand immediately showed symptoms of acute radiation sickness.

The Jile Immortal’s body swayed, and ultimately he could no longer stand steadily, collapsing to the ground.

At this point, the inner strength within his body could no longer suppress the various ailments as they erupted together, becoming even more violent.

Smallpox, the Black Death, radiation sickness, typhoid, mental illness...

Various kinds of diseases erupted all at once in a single specimen, and it was not long before they claimed his life.

A generation’s Earth List Master, an infamous heretical expert known throughout the world, met his end, besieged by a multitude of diseases, a sight too pitiful to behold.

Zhong Shenxiu leisurely put on his gloves again, then looked for a torch and flint, ready to burn this land and its corpses to ash.

Otherwise, should the plague spread, Little Mountain City would likely be dead in an instant.

And such a task could not be done by anyone else; only he could undertake it.

’Luckily, I’ve sent Wei Baizhu and the others far away; otherwise, if they saw such a scene, they would probably be scared to death...’

Zhong Shenxiu started working alone, carrying a shovel.

While exerting physical labor, he continued to reflect.

’The Ten Thousand Gu Hand can be cultivated to the Divinity Realm, forging Martial Arts Divine Power... I now probably have some enlightenment; the physical Divine Power of the Ten Thousand Gu Hand is likely to be an even more terrifying poison of tiny Gu... for instance... a mental plague?! Just knowledge of it, without any direct contact, can lead to infection... It’s a conceptual meme virus! Could this almost destroy the world?’

Just hearing a description or a few specific words would lead to infection and illness; the thought alone was terrifying.

If one couldn’t stop it right away, this world would indeed be in peril.

Moments later, flames blazed high into the sky.

Wei Baizhu and the others, seeing the firelight from afar, hurried over but were stopped by Zhong Shenxiu at a distance.

After the fire had consumed the corpses and he had carefully sensed that no tiny Gu had spread, he then allowed everyone to approach with assurance.

"Is Jile Old Thief dead?"

Han Nuo looked at the bodies being burned in the fire, asking in disbelief.

"From now on, there will be no one known as Jile Immortal in Jianghu."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled in response.

...

On the official road, two figures were sprinting swiftly.

One after another, they executed Qinggong, moving as fast as galloping horses, with remarkable speed.

Suddenly, a piercing cry of an eagle cut through the clouds.

The two stopped, their faces not red, not gasping for breath, demonstrating their terrifying endurance and physical strength.

Then, an eagle descended from the sky and landed on the arm of one of them.

This person, dressed in the Divine Capture Sect’s fish-dragon uniform, turned out to be the newly-minted Grandmaster, Goddess Constable Yan Wushuang.

Taking a letter from the eagle’s leg, she read it and her expression changed immediately, "Divine Fortune Teller Senior, Jile Immortal has been slain."

Zhuge WuLiang was taken aback, "Since we received news of Jile Immortal’s ravaging, our Divine Capture Sect was the closest reinforcement. Could he have had the misfortune to encounter another Earth List Master? But there shouldn’t be any Grandmaster lurking within Yao Mountain County..."

He had considerable trust in the Divine Capture Sect’s, or rather the imperial court’s, intelligence network, which had a firm grip on virtually ninety-nine percent of the Grandmasters in the world.

"It was indeed a Grandmaster’s doing, Yin Yang Hand Xun LiuYi, who has broken through the Marrow Refining stage and achieved Grandmaster status, although the exact details of the fight are unclear..."

Yan Wushuang shook her head, "Should we continue to Yao Mountain County?"

"Is it this man?" Zhuge WuLiang nodded, "He has gained the Liangyi Huaji Hand and certainly has the qualifications to break through to Grandmaster. But he doesn’t seem like he could have been a match for Jile Immortal. Could it be that he had some insight into the Wang Family’s Secret Manual? Forget it! That is his fate... Of course we’re going to Yao Mountain County, and in the next edition of the Earth List, we must highlight Xun LiuYi’s deeds in great detail. Of course, we can’t write about the Liangyi Huaji Hand or such martial arts, rather, we could lean more on something like the Yin Yang Conquest Sky Demon Great Transformation Hand..."

Zhuge WuLiang’s eyes flickered.

"Do you mean to continue drawing the snake out of its hole?"

Yan Wushuang’s face showed a hint of struggle.