CHAPTER 400: CHAPTER 100: THE STORY OF THE MANTIS AND THE ORIOLE (PART 2)

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The railing that was stuck against the car’s body swayed.

"Don’t cry or make a fuss right now, wait until I climb out, and then I’ll pull you up," Xu Bohao’s half body had already exited the car door, just waiting to grasp the intact railing nearby so that he could safely extricate himself.

"Okay, I’m waiting for you, waiting for you... to die," a white spherical Spiritual Bomb struck the car body, and the massive impact from the Spiritual Bomb helped Xu Lan Ya eject from the car’s sunroof.

Her tiptoe struck the top of Xu Bohao’s head with a fierce force.

The car body stuck on the railing was hit by the sudden force and could no longer hold up. A wail cut through the mountain pass as the silver Audi, like a kite with its string cut, plummeted into the valley.

A fireball rose from the mountain bottom, Xu Lan Ya stood with her hands behind her back on the cliff, her face chilled by the wind blowing up from below. She glanced around the peaks, seeing nothing but those fourteen temple halls.

Better leave this accursed place quickly, Xu Lan Ya ran at full force and soon disappeared on the winding mountain road.

Xu Lan Ya’s soul was in chaos after her murderous act; just as she turned to flee, amongst the mountain peaks where the temples honoring the myriad gods resided, it seemed another temple had appeared.

The fifteenth "temple" took a stretching pose, bright moonlight revealing its full appearance.

A dainty nose, ruby lips, and eyes clear cut between black and white were swiftly turning, "Heaven above, all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, you must see clearly, just now that person and that car were thrown down by that fox woman, it had nothing to do with me and the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors."

The Little White Jiao coiled around Xiao Xian’s arm yawned rudely, It makes no difference whether you kill Boren or Boren dies because of you.

Until his death, Xu Bohao never knew the true culprit behind his fatal car crash was the pair of pitch-black scissors that Xiao Xian was now wiping repeatedly, trying to remove the smell of gasoline.

The moment Xue Xuerou pushed her out of the car, Xiao Xian’s heart was a mix of disappointment and emotion; she also wanted to leap up and slap Zeng Xuerou several times.

To fiercely wake Xuerou, it’s alright wanting to avenge Uncle Li, but does revenge mean disregarding one’s life and not caring about Mrs. Zeng and Grandma Zeng at home?

But after a moment of thought, Xiao Xian immediately mounted Little White Jiao and followed the mad pursuit between the Audi and Ferrari.

When Xu Lan Ya stood out of the sunroof and was about to use the Spiritual Bomb again, she could confirm that Xu Lan Ya was no ordinary person.

She might be different from herself, but she could also use Spiritual Energy and, uniquely, gather it at her fingertips to use as a weapon.

"I wonder what the backgrounds of the dead Xu Bohao and the escaped Xu Lan Ya are. This world seems to have many powerful Cultivators," Xiao Xian vaguely thought. In fact, since meeting Zhou Ziang, she had realized she was not the only Cultivator, but her current abilities did not allow her to delve too much into the world of Cultivators.

"The Cultivators here, compared to those from Yunteng Sect, are much more sinister. I need to be careful, I must not expose myself again. Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors, I really have to thank you this time," Xiao Xian gently caressed the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors in her hand.

The attack just now had achieved an astonishing effect beyond her own expectations.

Perhaps it was anger or perhaps it was seeing Xue Xuerou’s near fusion with the car while driving, but Xiao Xian had a new insight.

Even such a bulky vehicle could be manipulated as if it were an extension of one’s limbs, so the spiritually powerful Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors should be used with even greater harmony with the wielder.

With that in mind, when Xiao Xian put the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors into action, it indeed exhibited over twice the usual power, both in speed and responsiveness.

The Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors were so fast that even Xu Lan Ya didn’t react in time. Three successive strikes, first shearing off the hood—mind you, that’s high impact resistant alloy, much tougher than the artificial rock Xiao Xian usually practiced on.

The second strike directly punctured the gas tank, the third strike’s powerful force slammed the ton-heavy Audi towards the railing, and it was the remarkable performance of the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors that completely intensified the conflict between Xu Lan Ya and Xu Bohao, leading to the catastrophic car crash.

On the mountain road, a light was moving. Xiao Xian strained to see, it seemed like a red car body was coming this way.

"Xue Xuerou," she muttered, just about to ask Little White Jiao to carry her down and find a way to meet with Xue Xuerou, but her legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground.

What’s happening... Xiao Xian’s consciousness blurred, before falling into unconsciousness, she could only feel her face pressing onto something cold as fish scales.

Fortunately, there was still Little White Jiao...

Xiao Xian lay in bed for a full three days, three days later, after Xue Xuerou brought a big portion of chicken soup Grandma Zeng had made, she still lay weak and listless in her dorm bed.

"Can’t you get out of bed yet, really strange, that day you and Xue Xuerou sneaked out, was it really just to check the quality of herbs at the pharmaceutical factory? How come one came back a wooden person, and the other is half-dead, sick for several days," Zhang Yiyi served soup with a pretense of helping, ladling and ladling, and most of the soup ended up in her stomach.

Xiao Xian had no taste for it, feeling full after half a bowl of chicken soup.

Xue Xuerou sat aside, silent.

"It’s nothing," Xiao Xian weakly replied.

"Nothing my foot, this time there’s a big problem," Little White Jiao rolled in the space’s water, glancing at the similarly listless sugarcane seedling, one healthy vigorous; once sick becoming a sick pair. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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