Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 5: Woe to Pigs
As Lu Li was about to land, she pulled her legs together, curled herself into a ball, bounced twice on the ground, and rolled to Pei Xia's feet.

The girl raised her short cane and twirled it around: "The grand prize!"

Pei Xia reached out and rubbed her head.

Magical arts and supernatural powers, a fifth-level master—and this little girl is just that?

Zhang Guohan was somewhat skeptical.

If you're talking about pursuing the twelfth realm of martial arts, or "qi observation," then someone with exceptional talent could truly achieve great things at a young age.

Master Kesu emphasizes learning, accumulation, and calculation, and it is a path of cultivation that requires the most time to settle and mature.

Take the old man's seemingly effortless manipulation of flowing water, for example. Not to mention how difficult it is to control so much spiritual energy at the same time, just the challenge of dividing one's own spiritual energy cultivation into countless threads took the old man ten years of arduous training.

Zhang Guohan stared intently at Pei Xia, believing that this man was more likely the one casting a spell.

Pei Xia, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, waded across the shallow stream, stood beside Luo Xiaojin, and slowly extended his hand.

Luo Xiaojin thought he was going to help her up, so she naturally offered him her arm.

Then I saw Pei Xia with a cigarette between his fingers, flick his arm to shake off the ash, and then put his hand back.

The girl lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

Damn it, I fought a fierce battle with someone and still didn't fall!
Pei Xia glanced at her and said calmly, "A Su Master is different from a martial artist. Compared to 'battle,' they are more skilled at 'calculation.' If you can't read surprise, confusion, and fear in a Su Master's eyes, then you probably won't have a chance in this battle."

Luo Xiaojin looked up at Pei Xia and glared at her: "What are you doing here?"

Pei Xia shrugged: "I'm here to see you die, sis."

Pei Xia knew that Luo Xiaojin felt that as a disciple of the Holy Palace, she shouldn't interfere in Guo Han's affairs.

Therefore, he came alone in the dead of night to chase him away, to show that this had nothing to do with the sect and was a personal act.

But in Pei Xia's opinion, this was completely pointless.

"He can't even poop."

After giving a very concise evaluation of Luo Xiaojin, Pei Xia walked towards Zhang Guohan with a cigarette in his mouth.

The old man's short staff magic weapon was stolen by Lu Li, which greatly reduced his precision in controlling spiritual power. When he saw Pei Xia calmly walking towards him, he considered turning around and running away.

But when he glanced at his little donkey, he saw the fresh lychees on its back, which he had brought all the way from Qinzhou. On the way, he had encountered that Rouge Jade Tiger and almost lost his life in Qinzhou.

We're almost at Beishi City; it would be such a waste to give up now!
With a wave of his hand, spiritual energy spread out into a net, which quickly transformed into hundreds of water droplets.

He decided to give it another try.

The young man just spoke, and in just a few words he revealed the essence of the Su Master's path. The fact that he could understand this suggests that he is most likely also a Su Master.

Considering the short staff was taken from him earlier, it must have been this guy's magic.

It is truly remarkable that a master of the fifth realm could achieve this level of cultivation at such a young age. Just by looking at his pale and weak face, which seemed as if he were about to pass away at any moment, one could tell how hard he had worked.

However, time won't magically appear out of thin air just because you try. The old man believed that even if this person started practicing from the womb, it would be impossible for him to master a second technique at this age.

So, he clenched his fist, and hundreds of water droplets, propelled by his spiritual power, streaked across the night sky, shooting straight toward Pei Xia amidst a sharp whooshing sound!
Zhang Guohan was nervous, and so was Luo Xiaojin. She had previously discussed with Chen Guanhai that Pei Xia's cultivation level was at most only at the fourth realm.

The Four Realms Masters can only manipulate spiritual power remotely.

Pei Xia can indeed only manipulate spiritual power.

Deep within his mind, the hidden roar began to fill Pei Xia's ears. Correspondingly, when he opened his eyes, the water droplets, spiritual energy, fruit, and everything before him began to slow down.

The vast spiritual energy within his body, which had been calm for many years, flowed back into his meridians.

A spark of inspiration instantly multiplied into a fine spiderweb, like countless hands reaching into the hundreds of droplets of spiritual energy beside it.

Then, gently, she channeled Zhang Guohan's spiritual power...

She pulled it out. Immediately, countless spiritual sensations returned to her body, and the hysterical roar in her mind was once again drawn back deep into Pei Xia's mind.

When Zhang Guohan opened his eyes again, he seemed to have suddenly lost his balance and staggered.

His magic, however, turned into a rather ungentle drizzle.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then extreme fear quickly appeared in his eyes.

As the one who cast the spell, he certainly understood what had just happened.

But how much computation is involved in understanding, deconstructing, assimilating, and interfering with one's own techniques in such a short time?

Is this something a human could do?
Luo Xiaojin couldn't understand it; she only saw Pei Xia walk unsteadily to Zhang Guohan's side.

The man exhaled a puff of white smoke and blew it onto the old man's face: "Master Su, in the end it all comes down to a contest of computational power. How many spells you can master, how many spells you can break, and how powerful your spells are all depend on your computational power."

He pinched the cigarette butt hard and twisted it onto Guo Han's forehead, which was covered by his beard and hair: "With such thick hair, your computing power is definitely not up to par."

Zhang Guohan looked at him with trembling lips: "I...I..."

Pei Xia smiled, then stared into his eyes and said softly, "Come, let me prove your supernatural powers."

Their eyes met.

In the bottomless abyss, Zhang Guohan seemed to vaguely see a perfectly round object.

It was a ball of flesh, contracting and expanding as if it were breathing.

The fleshy mass seemed to possess some kind of special attraction, compelling the old man to look at it even more intently.

He saw that the fleshy ball was packed full of... human brains!
Zhang Guohan's eyes widened and widened until they finally popped out of their sockets with a "poof".

He cried out in terror, "Bad pig! Bad pig! Bad pig—"

A mournful cry echoed across the wilderness.

Then, with a muffled thud, he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

From the two hollow holes where the eyeballs were attached, grayish-white, turbid brain matter slowly flowed out.

Luo Xiaojin stared at all this in shock and confusion. She asked Pei Xia blankly, "What... what's going on?"

Pei Xia raised an eyebrow: "The CPU is fried."

"What burned?"

Pei Xia ignored her and walked back to Lu Li's side.

The little girl was much calmer than Pei Xia. She grabbed Pei Xia's arm and climbed onto his neck in two quick movements, showing off the short staff in her hand: "A 'rare item,' it should sell for at least two hundred taels of silver!"

"What's so new about Master Su's stuff? They're all bundled up on Weishan Mountain, where can you sell them?"

"Hmm...that's true."

The master and apprentice arrived like heroes, and left in a flurry, leaving only a mindless corpse and a wounded Luo Xiaojin by the stream.

Oh, and donkeys too.

Luo Xiaojin gritted her teeth, used her sword for support, stood up, and still had to struggle to lead the donkey.

You could call Pei Xia a bad person, but in Beishi City, so many powerful and wealthy people treat others like fresh fruit. Yet, as the son of the prime minister, he is willing to take matters into his own hands.

But if you say he's a good person, what kind of good person would leave a wounded girl in the middle of nowhere to lead a donkey?

Upon realizing this, Luo Xiaojin couldn't catch her breath, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)