I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 286 Revenge Doesn't Always Have to Be Physical Destruction
"Ninth Grandfather, can we run?" Although Feng Xue seemed nonsensical, Miss Deng could clearly sense that her current state was completely different from a few minutes ago.

If the previous Feng Xue looked like a rookie soldier wielding a powerful weapon, then the one before them was a seasoned and experienced cultivator who had been through countless battles.

Not to mention the immense aura of willpower emanating from him.

"It seems you guessed wrong. This kid is no ordinary person, whether it's his lineage or his own strength." Grandpa Gray didn't directly answer Miss Deng's question, but instead took over her voice, using her sweet, cloying tone:

"Um, I was wrong about this. Can we make up?"

"Ninth Master!" Miss Deng was surprised that Ninth Master had given in so quickly. She exclaimed in her heart. Even Miss Deng was surprised, so naturally Feng Xue was not. He was slightly stunned and subconsciously began to weigh the pros and cons.

But in that instant when he was distracted, a demonic aura suddenly burst forth from Miss Deng's body!
The two were not far apart to begin with, and with such a burst of speed, they were almost in front of each other in an instant. However, Feng Xue was no longer the same as before. Although she was just a strong mortal in terms of flesh and blood, the spellcasting and combat experience she had accumulated in these worlds was by no means useless.

With a thought, he activated the Object Control Spell using his body as an object. Under Mo Ying's control, his body evaded the sneak attack in a posture that defied human anatomy. At the same time, the divine power of the little bell was unleashed. The guiding divine function he had cultivated in the world of Guan Yu's battle against aliens, but which could not be used due to the lack of environment in the online game world, finally showed its edge at this moment!

Invisible lines were drawn one after another. Feng Xue disregarded the physical damage caused by the extreme dodge and forcibly controlled her body with the continuation technique. Her lifespan was already locked. Now, all that was left was to give this woman a good beating!
"What's wrong with this kid? Has he been possessed by the patriarch?" Gray Nine had a bad feeling when its attack failed, but it also knew that this matter was unlikely to end well. Rather than admitting defeat with little hope, it was better to stall for time until the main force arrived. The traces left by that demonic cultivator would then be enough to confirm that Feng Xue was a demonic cultivator!

Although Gray Nine was now certain that Feng Xue was most likely not a demonic cultivator, only it and Deng Yatou had actually seen demonic cultivators in the station. So, the two of them chased Feng Xue into the station. A few minutes later, the main group arrived, but there were still only it, Deng Yatou, and Feng Xue in the station. As shamans, it and Deng Yatou did not have the power to create this scene.

By then, Feng Xue will be unable to defend herself, and it will be better for her and Deng Yatou to explain the misunderstanding later than to admit defeat now.

However, all of this is based on one condition: that he can hold Feng Xue back!
"This is no time to be stingy with your health!" Grandpa Hui Jiu conveyed his thoughts to Miss Deng. Although she was relatively young, Miss Deng had cultivated herself to her current level and naturally understood the principle of making decisive decisions.

Feng Xue didn't know what kind of status skill the rat woman in front of him had activated, which suddenly increased her speed, but he had no intention of backing down.

Just kidding. It was one thing to admit defeat when I was weak, but now that I'm stronger, if I were to admit defeat again, wouldn't all my training have been for nothing?
The vital energy surged, the magical power surged, and the five elements of magic power connected with each other, flowing along the talismanic ritual. With the supply of immense willpower, the guiding power of the little bell was brought to its limit, and every move of Miss Deng was easily controlled by the little bell.

It wasn't some kind of supernatural ability to foresee the future; it was merely a judgment derived from big data and the structure of the human body. Subtle changes that ordinary people couldn't perceive would affect the great web of willpower laid out by the little bell. Just like how the more an insect struggles on a spider web, the more attention it attracts from the spider, even the slightest pulsation of muscle fibers is enough for the little bell to know what action it is about to take.

This magical effect, akin to futuristic vision, was virtually invincible in hand-to-hand combat. In just over ten exchanges within three breaths, Gray Nine already felt an indescribable sense of defeat.

It wasn't a matter of strength or weakness, but rather that every move seemed to be prepared in advance. The terrifying feeling of every action being anticipated by the enemy, the helplessness of being unable to escape their predictions no matter how hard one tried, like playing a game of chess, inevitably brought back memories of his panicked and helpless life as a little mouse. "Grandpa Jiu!" Miss Deng noticed the wavering in Hui Jiu's soul and quickly warned him, but even a moment's lapse in concentration was enough to determine the outcome.

Feng Xue's fist, enveloped in golden-red electricity, easily bypassed Miss Deng's hastily defensive stance, much like threading a needle. Although it could only be described as a scratch, Feng Xue unleashed a lateral swinging force in a way that defied muscle structure as she grazed her.

This explosive attack, like that of a marionette, caught Miss Deng completely off guard, sending her spinning and flying diagonally away.

But Feng Xue, having vented his anger, did not pursue them, because he still remembered that this was a world where beating a child would lead to an older one.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Miss Deng seems to have "average" strength. She might have some relatives or friends. After all, Grandpa Hui Jiu is only "nine," but the eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one before him might have some kind of cultivation level.

However, Feng Xue couldn't let it go so easily, and a wicked thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Almost at that moment, Ms. Deng, who had been forced into a shamanic state by the force of the blows, suddenly felt an impending doom. An unprecedented sense of crisis made her scalp tingle, but the repeated overload had already taken a toll on her body, especially the punch that had broken at least four ribs.

Now that she could barely breathe, she clearly had no power to escape, but she still futilely mobilized her magic power, trying to activate a technique that would allow her to escape the battle by burrowing underground.

However, Feng Xue had already made up his mind, so how could he give her a chance? Suddenly, he pulled a strange talisman from his pocket, and with a surge of magical power, Miss Deng faintly heard some inexplicable lines—

"I'll treat you to some shrimp!"

……

"Quick, the evil energy is right here!"

Half a minute later, some cultivators who had been freed from the battle against the Nian beast rushed into the train station, but what followed was an unbearable stench. In a pool of indescribable, yellowish-brown mud, Miss Deng lay there, lifeless and listless, her eyes vacant, repeatedly murmuring the same thing—

"This is yellow mud, this is yellow mud, this is yellow mud..."

(End of this chapter)