The Arrogant Immortal
Chapter 246 - 245: This is a Good-Looking Ruthless Person

Chapter 246: Chapter 245: This is a Good-Looking Ruthless Person

Peng Wansong looked at the small palace, his eyes filled with violence.

What responded to him was a cold arrow!

Of course, the cold arrow couldn’t hurt Peng Wansong.

Just as he was about to attack the small palace, Raoyang formed a lightning ball in the palm of his hand with a technique and, seizing the moment when Peng Wansong was distracted, he struck fiercely!

If this hit were to connect, the opponent would have to pay with half his life!

Peng Wansong turned around to block it.

Boom!

The clash of their techniques sent out flashes of lightning.

In the dim environment, one could see flickering light and shadows, as well as the silhouettes of the two grappling.

However, thanks to the small palace, Xie Jiuniang found the right opportunities to shoot cold arrows. The situation, initially unfavorable to the Tianxu Sect disciples, gradually reversed, allowing Zhan Chengxiu to become the second to slay an opponent.

Peng Wansong bellowed, "Everyone, stay away from the palace!"

He didn’t need to remind them of that; the cultivators he brought had long wanted to stay away from the small palace, unless they were so entangled that they couldn’t escape even if they wanted to.

Those inside the palace were too treacherous, making Peng Wansong itch with rage, "Raoyang, do the disciples of your sect like to hide and skulk about? Too scared to come out and fight?"

"Ha, Peng Wansong, save your energy, mockery is useless against us," Raoyang said as he continued his assault without pause.

Peng Wansong taunted, "Since when did your sect produce such characters?"

"It’s just your ignorance!"

Raoyang eventually won by a narrow margin, injuring Peng Wansong.

Click, click.

Something appeared on the balcony on the second floor of the small palace, it was a Spiritual Power Cannon.

The cannon’s muzzle pointed at Peng Wansong.

Peng Wansong’s sense of danger soared.

At this moment, he felt somewhat relieved that he was embroiled in combat with Raoyang—the Spiritual Power Cannon was targeting him but couldn’t fire.

Reluctantly, Peng Wansong ordered a retreat, "Wait for me!"

"Wait for what? Have the guts to take on my blow now!"

Xie Jiuniang provocatively taunted him in a demeaning way.

Peng Wansong didn’t fall for it and saved two disciples who had been poisoned by Mo Chuan, quickly leading his men away.

They retreated back to Shilin.

"Should we pursue?" someone asked.

Raoyang stopped those who wanted to chase, "No need, don’t chase a desperate enemy."

Who knew if there were traps in Shilin? Since someone among Peng Wansong’s people used poison, caution was necessary.

So, no one pursued them.

It would be difficult to keep the entire group there by force, and after all, they had just entered the Longyuan Abyss; there were likely more difficulties and dangers ahead.

Continuing to fight would be unprofitable.

This group of people were all quite sensible.

Raoyang surveyed the scene of the fight.

Xie Jiuniang had killed four people, Zhan Chengxiu had killed one, Tong Hanming had taken down another, Qiao Shiyun had finished off an injured one, and Ban Pu had used a talisman to smash another to death.

As Peng Wansong and his men retreated, they left behind eight corpses.

Raoyang instructed, "Who will clean this up?"

"I will!" Zhan Chengxiu volunteered, stripping the eight corpses of anything valuable.

Then, with a fire technique, he destroyed the corpses and erased the traces.

The Spiritual Power Cannon on the second floor was retracted.

This was her modified creation, very effective, but as one shot consumed a lot of Spirit Stones, she avoided using it if possible.

The palace’s large doors opened.

Xie Jiuniang walked out ostentatiously, securing her spoils of war.

Qiao Shiyun smiled and said, "Yuanxi, your little palace is really powerful."

"Yeah, if it weren’t so formidable, I couldn’t have saved Qiao Third Sister."

Xie Jiuniang’s words left Qiao Shiyun speechless.

Qiao Shiyun quickly steadied her heart and handed her share of the spoils over to Xie Jiuniang, "It’s still thanks to Yuanxi’s life-saving efforts. This is a token of my appreciation, and I hope you won’t despise it."

"Not at all!"

Xie Jiuniang smiled as she accepted it.

Then, she collected the arrows she had shot, preparing to use them a second time.

The others looked over the small palace again and again.

Zhan Chengxiu was even more interested as he admired it, "Yuanxi, you’ve done such an incredible job remodeling this palace. Look here, you’ve combined mechanical techniques and artifact refining beautifully."

"Hmm."

Xie Jiuniang let him look.

Raoyang said, "We should get going."

No one asked how Peng Wansong and the others managed to find them, perhaps because that question didn’t need to be asked. The traces left by the wooden spiders were quite obvious, and anyone who was determined could find them.

In the depths of Longyuan Abyss, there is no distinction between day and night.

Having just been through a battle that caused quite a commotion, leaving was the wise decision, and no one objected.

Xie Jiuniang entered the palace and picked up the Water Kirin.

Then she put away the little palace.

She released a puppet horse to ride, following the others on their way.

She noticed that people’s gazes occasionally fell on her horse.

Xie Jiuniang put on the smile of a businessperson, "This puppet horse is quite good, isn’t it? Like the Little Flying Boats from Rongsheng Trading Company, it only consumes spirit stones, without needing Divine Sense. You can adjust the direction using Divine Sense or manually."

Ban Pu said enviously, "It is fantastic, truly envious."

"There’s one advantage it has that the Little Flying Boats do not—it can use regular spirit stones." Everyone knew that Rongsheng Trading Company’s Little Flying Boats required mid-grade spirit stones.

Mo Chuan suddenly said, "Get me one."

"Sure thing, five hundred thousand Chenghui."

Xie Jiuniang operated on a cash-on-delivery basis.

Her small face bloomed with a smile.

Mo Chuan got himself a puppet horse.

Binding it and using it on the spot was very convenient.

But why did the activated puppet horse lack half an ear?

Mo Chuan pointed at the horse’s damaged ear and asked with a smirk, "Little Profiteer, aren’t you going to explain?"

"Oh, that’s nothing, it doesn’t affect its use, not at all," Xie Jiuniang pledged with confidence.

"But it’s ugly."

"In this environment, practicality is what matters, so looking a bit ugly is no issue, really." Then she looked at him with the most sincere eyes.

There was a sense that if he pressed the issue, it would seem like he was deliberately making things difficult.

Mo Chuan chuckled lightly, letting her off the hook.

Zhan Chengxiu bought one, making it clear, "Can I take it apart to study it a bit?"

"Feel free," Xie Jiuniang didn’t mind.

If the unique techniques could be easily studied, there would be no such thing as inheritance in the Cultivation World. As for the Little Flying Boats, her ability to study and understand them also came from the same lineage.

The others hesitated.

Xie Jiuniang had a sudden inspiration, "It’s okay if you don’t want to buy, you can rent as well, one thousand spirit stones a day, compensation at full price for damages."

A few hundred thousand might lead to hesitation, but at one thousand, no one held back any longer.

Raoyang was about to hire one when Xie Jiuniang directly gifted him one, "This puppet horse is a gift for you, Second Senior Brother. You gave me a welcome gift last time, and I haven’t been able to give you anything in return."

"Ha, then I’ll thank my junior sister heartily," Raoyang accepted nonchalantly, his smile growing wider—like a pair of fox eyes with hooks for lashes.

Qiao Shiyun turned her face away, instinctively distancing herself a bit more from the Second Senior Brother.

He was a beautifully smiling ruthless man...

Before long, everyone was mounted on the effort-saving puppet horses.

Soon they realized that apart from Xie Jiuniang’s own horse, all the other puppet horses were flawed.