CHAPTER 251: CHAPTER 190 STIRRING THINGS UP_2

The Small Knife casually placed the puppy it was holding on the ground.

"Quite sharp, it seems to have possibly detected our presence! Be careful, it’s about to slip away." Judged the two Immortal Masters following behind cautiously.

"You follow up, I’ll wipe out the caravan." The sharp-mouthed Immortal Master quickly said.

"No, splitting up is too unsafe." The chubby Immortal Master hurriedly shook his head.

Didn’t react to the aura of a Spiritual Object from the caravan?

"What are you afraid of, you’re at Qi Cultivation Second Layer, that kid following a mortal caravan, what strength could he have?"

However, no matter what the sharp-mouthed Immortal Master said, the chubby Immortal Master just refused to agree to split up.

They’ve been Immortal Masters for years, although arguing here, they’ve kept their attention focused on that person.

The other party seemed hesitant because they did not approach further, so they hadn’t left immediately.

As for mortals?

Hehe, they didn’t even consider them.

So they didn’t notice a small puppy getting closer and closer to them.

Suddenly, a beam of golden light burst out.

"Ah! A surprise attack?"

"Not good! Block it."

As the two realized and reacted, Spiritual Power was injected into the Spirit Talismans they were holding tightly.

First Realm Spirit Talisman: Golden Light Shield.

First Realm Spirit Talisman: Wood Light Shield.

Instantly, the Golden Light Shield protected them, and the Green Light Shield protected them.

Hmph, all veterans, how can they be easily ambushed?

Seeing the protective glow, the two hadn’t had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief yet.

Because at this moment, the golden light fell on their heads, transforming into a large golden bell and coming down.

Enveloping the two of them at the same time.

"A Magical Artifact? My heavens." What was initially fright turned into terror, and even more pitiful screams broke out.

It’s hitting the iron plate.

Could it be a cultivator from a sect?

They hadn’t offended one.

They didn’t even care about the few loose cultivator’s trifles.

However, the two still launched two Spirit Talismans simultaneously.

Although they mastered Attack Formulas, at this point for a loose cultivator, only Spirit Talismans were the fastest.

A green light and a golden light shot into the sky.

The two beams of light instantly hit the Golden Bell!

Taking the opportunity, the two twisted their bodies to escape for their lives.

The moment they were hit, the Golden Bell trembled, -1hp, -1hp popping up.

Obviously, the Immortal Masters’ use of Spirit Talismans not only was fast but also quite powerful.

Even so, the Golden Bell still descended, wrapping around the two and quickly shrinking.

Directly squeezing them together.

The small puppy that had spewed out the Golden Bell watched as it shrunk to the size of a palm, then held it in its mouth and ran swiftly towards the Small Knife.

Over there, the Vice President was still accompanying with a welcoming expression, watching as the Small Knife returned to the carriage, then breathed a sigh of relief.

This one is too hard to please.

Luckily, they were near their destination, this is simply not human work.

"What sound is that?" Suddenly the Vice President was alarmed, along with the guard responsible for the caravan’s lookout.

"Talisman sounds? Like an Immortal Master’s duel?" Several players on alert immediately became alert.

Judging the direction, they quickly retreated.

Don’t be fooled by the small puppy, its speed was not slow, darting into the carriage.

The moment the Golden Bell flew out, it disappeared.

The Small Knife put it away, naturally storing it in Personal Space.

The time was short, the two inside shouldn’t be dead.

The Small Knife’s consciousness entered Personal Space, where the two Immortal Masters were floating with expressionless faces.

They were motionless, terrified, unable to even blink.

Although the two weren’t strong, they had some insight.

Even with the Magical Artifact, their reaction was in time to escape.

But, obviously, this might have been a Middle-grade Magical Artifact.

Ninety percent sure it was a true cultivator from within a sect.

This left them feeling hopeless, repeatedly begging for mercy.

Unfortunately, the Golden Bell blocked the sound.

"So ugly! How can twisted melons and cracked jujubes become Immortal Masters? Spirit Root truly is unreasonable." Watching these two, the Small Knife lamented.

The two Immortal Masters, the chubby one was initially at Qi Cultivation Second Layer, the skinny one at the peak of the First-Layer of Qi Cultivation, about the same as themselves.

Both weaklings.

Of course, their Golden Bell was too powerful, haha!

They had experimented long ago, now their Personal Space could store living things, the Golden Bell could shrink with prey, but the health bar would continuously decrease.

The Small Knife had a thought, the Spiritual Qi within the two began to dissipate uncontrollably.

"I’m eager to start the experiment, it’s not quite convenient here." The Small Knife lamented a bit.

Simultaneously, as the Small Knife had a thought, the items on the two Immortal Masters seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, piece by piece they were removed, including the chubby one’s clothes.

Don’t misunderstand, they had no special interests, although the chubby one’s fat body looked quite white, very soft.

Hmm, that’s not the main point, the main point is that this guy’s clothes were a Talisman.

This skinny one was quite insidious too, the only Talisman on them was a needle.

After that, they found a total of twelve Spirit Stones, nine on the chubby one.

Seven Entry-Level Spirit Talismans, five on the chubby one, were their total assets.

"So poor!" The Small Knife shook its head.

They took out one robe and one needle, checking them carefully.

The needle was just a top-grade Talisman, but with potential to upgrade.

But was this kind of thing lacking for the Small Knife!

The chubby one’s long robe was actually a top-grade Magical Artifact, obviously nurtured towards a Magical Artifact.

Primordial Light Robe: Top-grade Talisman: nurture 45%.

Skill: Primordial Light Shield.

Unfortunately, compared to the Golden Bell, the gap was too big, also stuck tight unable to move.

Cultivation consumes resources heavily, how could this bit of family foundation resist the Small Knife’s natal Golden Bell.

Lucky, the Small Knife was very satisfied.

What they were naturally interested in wasn’t the spoils, but the bodies of these two Immortal Masters.

They had long desired Immortal Master bodies.

Sure enough, at night they stopped at a bustling small town without an Immortal Master in residence.

So in the helpless gaze of the Vice President, they released the Witch Residence.

"Almost at the destination, couldn’t you hold it for a few days? So impatient?" Said the Vice President with subordinates on lookout with helplessness, knowing this boss had a lovely little maid inside the Witch Residence.

"Come, come!" The Small Knife eagerly rushed into the Witch Residence.

Bringing out the Two-headed Witch.

"Still regretting now." The Small Knife was anxious, but still postured and said.

"Daoist Lord go ahead, even if I die, I won’t regret it." The Two-headed Witch said urgently.

This was hundred percent goodwill.

"Good!" The Small Knife laughed heartily, consuming Experience to level it up to ninety.

Then began to fiddle with the chubby one in Personal Space.

Already drained of Spiritual Qi by this space, his body was extremely weak, with a toss, he passed out directly.

A low-level cultivator without Spiritual Qi poses little threat, and physical strength is also very limited.

Casually releasing the unconscious chubby Immortal Master.

Daring to stalk them meant seeking death, so the Small Knife was rude.

After using the Human Head Planting Skill.

The Small Knife took out an Upper Grade刀 Knife full of sharp runes, one swing, and the chubby one’s head flew up.

Relying on the skill, no blood flowed for a moment.

But the health bar decreased rapidly.

The Two-headed Witch beside, their head long since departed from the neck, connected by a vein-like branch.

The blade’s light didn’t stop, severing the vein.

Directly pressing this branch vein onto the chubby one’s body.

Speed was swift, then reaching out, sprinkling Spirit Water on the wound, rapidly healing it.

Replenishing the nearly depleted health bar immediately.

Only then did they take the time to check, the health bar was recovering, if any slower, someone could really die.

It was also by relying on the valuable Entry Level Spirit Water for rapid wound healing.

The Small Knife carefully checked.

Single-headed War Witch (Unit): Level 100, Life: 59%. Level Cap: 110, Mortal Refining Stage First Layer: ?? Loyalty: 100.

Spirit Root: ??

Warning: Soul Compatibility Decreased.

Possibly outside the range of the Celestial Net, not much could be observed, but with a new body, not only breaking the ninety-level bottleneck, even leaping to the cap of one hundred ten, absolutely met expectations, though there seemed to be some aftereffects.

It was said that the hundred-level bottleneck is hard to breakthrough.

But it didn’t seem that hard.

Slowly, the Witch opened their eyes.

An eerie head, paired with a fat body, looking very uncoordinated.

Seemed a bit unadjusted, yet to take two steps, they fell, but soon adapted.

I felt the strength within me, is this Spiritual Power?

The newly born War Witch wore an expression of excited excitement.