Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 179 - 69: Divine Fist (2)

"Excellent saber technique!"

"It's a pity..."

He slowly raised his head, a sinister expression on his face:

"To kill me, you're just a little short!"

If Fang Zheng had been just a moment faster, that slash wouldn't have merely lacerated his skin but taken his life on the spot.

What a pity,

there are no ifs in this world.

"Prepare to die!"

With a furious roar, Cai Jiuyuan charged forward with a gun.

"It seems I'm still a bit inferior to the veteran Three Blood," Fang Zheng lamented, shaking his head lightly as Cai Jiuyuan charged at him.

Then he discarded the saber, and with one hand reached to his waist.

A pistol appeared in his palm.

This gun was obtained from He Jiangdong, along with a full magazine, serving as his trump card for protection in the Otherworld.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Raising his hand, he repeatedly pulled the trigger. Cai Jiuyuan's body convulsed violently, his eyes dazed as he looked down at his body.

Intense pain and a sense of weakness welled up in his heart.

"A hidden weapon?"

"Despicable!"

He opened his mouth, feeling the power drain rapidly from his body as he fell backward weakly.

"Despicable?"

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"Old friend, times have changed!"

"Still, the body of a Three Blood martial artist is indeed formidable. Even when severely injured, you could take three shots head-on. If you were unharmed, you might have dodged them all."

"A Martial Artist at the True Energy Realm..."

"I wonder how much of a threat firearms would still pose?"

Shaking his head, he stepped to Cai Jiuyuan's side, bending down, 'crack crack,' he twisted the opponent's arm, lifted him up, and looked around.

Then he said a word to the terrified Li San, and with a flicker, disappeared from the spot.

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The three lamps represented heaven, earth, and man.

A peach wood sword, a token, clean water, and glutinous rice were laid out in sequence.

A freshly slaughtered rooster convulsed nearby, its thick blood falling into a bowl, creating ripples.

This method of magic altar arrangement was filled with primitive charm, despised by orthodox Daoist sects, who wouldn't use such impure things as chicken blood.

However, the inheritance of the Lu Mountain Wutou Sect was full of evil techniques, venerating blood sacrifices, so their method of setting up a magic altar was certainly different from Pure Yang Palace's.

"Warlock?"

"So you also understand magic!"

Cai Jiuyuan lay on the ground, near death, watching Fang Zheng systematically arrange the magic altar. His eyes flickered with disdain as he said:

"But if you think you can use magic to pry any secrets from my mouth, you're dreaming."

With ample essence qi, the primordial spirit would also be strong, naturally developing resistance to magic.

Moreover,

without a certain conviction, one cannot achieve the status of Three Blood.

Common mind-bewitching spells are useless against Three Blood martial artists, and even if they weren't, they wouldn't reveal the secrets buried in the heart.

Cai Jiuyuan knew this full well.

"I must try,"

Fang Zheng's expression didn't change. After finishing the magic altar setup, he opened a wooden box beside him and took out a syringe and some drugs.

He mixed the solution, drawing it into the syringe.

"Tick..."

Fang Zheng flicked the syringe with his finger, expelling the air, and a smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, his smile seemed to others like the cruel and sinister grin of an evil demon before tormenting someone, extremely terrifying to behold.

"What is this?" Cai Jiuyuan turned pale, watching Fang Zheng approach step by step with the syringe, fear flashing in his eyes:

"What do you intend to do?"

He struggled, shouting in rage:

"Fang, if you want to kill, just do it, no need to torture me!"

"Have the guts to end it quickly!"

However.

He was severely wounded, lacking the energy, even his roar was weak and low, suppressed easily by Fang Zheng's single hand.

Fang Zheng then followed the information he'd found online, aiming for the arm vein and pierced with the syringe.

Hmm?

The skin and flesh of a Three Blood martial artist were tough as hard leather, extremely resilient, and the needle meant for a common person couldn't easily penetrate.

Fang Zheng frowned, took out a dagger, and gently sliced open the skin before inserting the needle again.

The action was exceedingly rough.

"Ugh..."

Cai Jiuyuan's body tensed, teeth clenched, yet he didn't feel the pain he expected, nor any other sensation.

What's going on?

As thoughts turned, he looked on with surprise.

"Seems the dose is insufficient."

After waiting a moment and seeing Cai Jiuyuan's eyes still clear, clearly unaffected by the drug, Fang Zheng rubbed his chin and again took out two vials of tincture from the wooden box.

"The abundance of essence, qi, and spirit in a Three Blood martial artist far exceeds a normal person, so a larger dose is needed. If so... let's add some more."

This time, the amount could knock out even an elephant.

As for side effects, and the irreversible brain damage from overdose...

No time to worry about that!

Though modern science and technology are advanced, there isn't a truly effective truth serum, and the term 'truth serum' is somewhat misleading.

The known 'truth serums' only use drugs to block the brain's process of discernment over information.

Like barbiturates.

These drugs have anesthetic and sedative effects, some were once used as truth serums, but the logic of a person's behavior becomes highly chaotic after injection.

Due to hallucinogenic effects, the information obtained is meaningless.

However…

"Coupled with the Mind Confusion Technique, will it work?"

Modern drugs can block brain neurons, and Mind Confusion Technique can influence divine sense, theoretically allowing one to probe the hidden depths of the mind.

Of course.

This is only theoretical; it has yet to be tested.

Watching Cai Jiuyuan's expression change from madness and anger to dullness and vacancy, Fang Zheng muttered as he stepped onto the magic altar.

"Oh spirits of heaven and earth, your disciple prays three times before the altar!"

"A plea to heaven!"

"A plea to earth!"

"A plea for the Dharma Eye of the Primordial Spirit to open!"

As his cultivation base increased, the spells chanted during magic became increasingly simplified, just a few simple words could harmonize his aura with the magic altar.