landbeastnovel Chapter 87: Kill a few more, and you'll get used to it.
Chapter 87: Kill a few more, and you'll get used to it.
"Yes, your primary task is still to protect yourself." Deacon Xiao Jin agreed appreciatively. "But why didn't you use Xuanqi Gold Paper? I know you've made a lot of talismans."
"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?" Wang Yan shook his head. "To deal with a Profound Breaking Realm cultivator, I want close combat!"
Deacon Xiao Jin's admiration deepened: "You're right, it seems your combat talent is quite good as well."
"Thank you, I think so too!" Wang Yan smiled.
Just then, another gust of mountain wind swept in, causing Wang Yan to cough twice.
Seeing the corpses scattered on the ground, and then looking at the increasingly fierce wildfire burning in the forest, feeling the heat wave spreading outwards, Wang Yan quickly covered his throat and reminded Deacon Xiao Jin, "Quickly put out the fire!"
He quickly picked up the unburnt leaves, preparing to rush forward and put out the fire.
Suddenly, I felt a powerful energy fluctuation behind me.
Upon closer inspection, a divine script emerged from between Deacon Xiao Jin's brows, soaring several meters into the air above his head and circling back and forth within a range of two hundred meters.
Wang Yan could see clearly that it was "condensing the mountain mists, turning them into rain, and extinguishing the forest fire!"
As the divine power swirled in the air, a strong wind gradually rose, causing the withered leaves on the ground to flutter and then fall back to the ground.
The fire in the forest suddenly intensified under the influence of the wind.
But wisps of clouds were slowly being blown by the wind from afar.
Within a few dozen breaths, these wispy clouds gathered more and more, and suddenly a light rain began to fall from the sky, like the lingering emotions of a rainy day.
It also brought with it a damp and scorching smell.
"Umbrella!" Wang Yan's mind stirred, and the power of heaven and earth erected a rain shield around him.
He was quite anxious and worried: "Uncle Jin, the rain is falling too slowly! I'm afraid it won't be able to extinguish this wildfire anytime soon."
Deacon Xiao Jin sighed helplessly, "We're at the foot of the mountain, so there's not much moisture here. I can't speed things up even if I wanted to."
Watching the fire continue to spread and smelling the increasingly strong, acrid smoke, Wang Yan's gaze shifted, and he boldly said, "Uncle Jin, I have a divine script, but I haven't written out a single word yet. Why don't you give it a try!"
Butler Jin stared in astonishment, his eyes widening: "Another one?"
Wang Yan nodded quickly and whispered, "Listen carefully, it's 'The wind drives the rain, extinguishing the mountain fire before us!' I don't want those ranking points!"
This is a slightly modified version of Liu Ji's poem "Heavy Rain on May 19th".
The hidden formation poem that begins with "where the sun and moon shine" cannot withstand natural rain, so this rain can only fall in the area outside the formation right in front of us!
After a slight pause, Deacon Jin's eyes lit up, and he looked at him with immense admiration: "The word 'drive' in 'exorcism'? Excellent use! I'll try it right away!"
A moment later, the character "神" (divine) appeared between his eyebrows.
Suddenly, a strong wind arose from the ground, scattering the billowing smoke and causing the burning forest to sway wildly, making the fire on the trees burn even more fiercely.
This gale was much wilder than the previous one, and Wang Yan's clothes were blown wildly.
A few breaths later, without warning, large raindrops began to fall directly from the sky, dense as a curtain, bringing a strong sense of moisture, far exceeding the previous drizzle.
The fire, which was spreading rapidly, was quickly suppressed by the torrential rain and gradually dwindled in size.
Deacon Jin looked around in surprise, then said with immense admiration, "Wang Yan, your talent is simply too amazing! You said it would rain, and it rained; you said it would only rain on this area, and it rained on this area! I'm afraid even Uncle Deng couldn't have thought of that as quickly!"
"First, we need to be able to write it down," Wang Yan said cautiously. "Without your help, this rain won't come!"
"Then we'll go to the Divine Script Hall later and submit a joint application," Deacon Jin hurriedly said. "I wouldn't dare use your work."
Wang Yan smiled nonchalantly: "Okay. Shall we go somewhere else now?"
"Search the loot first!" Deacon Xiao Jin stepped forward to loot the corpse.
Yes, with cultivators at the Qi Condensation Realm participating this time, there must be some treasures suitable for Steward Xiao Jin.
"Master Qin sent Deacon Jin out to protect me, perhaps also to fulfill his wish!"
At this moment, however, Wang Yan still couldn't get past the mental hurdle of touching the corpses of those Xuanpo Realm cultivators.
It's a dead person!
One of them was stabbed by him with a sword, and then killed by Deacon Xiao Jin with a sword.
The feeling of that sword piercing his body suddenly resurfaced in his mind.
Wang Yan's expression changed, and when he looked at the blood-soaked corpses scattered on the ground, washed by the rain, he suddenly felt a strong sense of nausea in his stomach.
He immediately rushed to a bush and vomited uncomfortably.
"I was indeed thinking of killing him with one strike, so I aimed straight for his heart. The meteorite sword was very sharp; it broke through his defenses and pierced his heart!"
"I wasn't afraid at the time; I was even happy that I won. In this world, killing an enemy isn't illegal, and no official body will punish me for it."
"But it was still a life. From now on, unless someone offends me, I don't want to kill!"
He vomited for several breaths before the nausea and guilt subsided slightly.
I reached out and caught some rainwater, rinsing it away from the fishy and sour taste in my mouth.
"You didn't kill him, I injured him." Little Jin's sympathetic words of comfort suddenly rang out from behind: "You don't need to take it so hard."
Wang Yan turned around and met the strange look in Deacon Xiao Jin's eyes. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I know he's an enemy, he deserves to die! But... in the end..."
His shoulder was patted understandingly by Deacon Jin: "Kill a few more, and you'll get used to it. These people aren't innocent. If they don't die, we'll be the ones who die in the future."
Yes, Wang Yan understands the principles.
It's just that I can't get over that psychological hurdle yet.
Wang Yan sighed inwardly and then turned to look at the corpses on the ground.
"I'm sorry, but who gave you permission to set the fire? In your next life, be a good person!"
Deacon Jin waited patiently for a few moments, and seeing that the fire in the forest was gradually dying down, he reminded him again, "The humidity in this area is too high; even if someone comes again, they won't be able to start a fire. Let's go!"
Wang Yan nodded quickly.
……
Another half hour later.
With the help of Deacon Xiao Jin, Wang Yan killed three groups of disciples from the Blazing Fire Sect in succession, and also helped a group of Xuanpo Realm disciples from the Cloud Cauldron Sect extinguish two burning mountain fires.
They were rushing to the third location when the fire was extinguished, and there was still thick smoke in the dense forest. They were inspecting the bodies lying on the ground in the bushes when they suddenly turned their heads alertly to look in the same direction.
"There's a mid-stage Cloud Condensation cultivator. It's too dangerous. Get out of the way quickly." Deacon Xiao Jin frowned in surprise and immediately whispered a reminder to Wang Yan.
But the other side arrived too quickly, already appearing in mid-air a hundred meters away.
The leader, a long-faced cultivator with an effeminate appearance, stared at Deacon Jin in surprise: "Jin Qileng? Even you've been mobilized!"
His gaze swept contemptuously over Wang Yan: "Disguised as someone from the Blazing Fire Sect within your own sect... What, trying to stop us from setting fire?"
"He is Wu Mi, the grand-disciple of Huihetian, the Second Elder of the Jiangyin Sect." The young steward solemnly reminded Wang Yan in a low voice, "He's in the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm. Perhaps because he couldn't find our concealment formation, Huihetian released him as well. I'll cover your retreat; you escape first!"