Ultimate Village Doctor-Chapter 797 - 861 Kill the Little Celestial Master

Chapter 797: Chapter 861: Kill the Little Celestial Master Chapter 797: Chapter 861: Kill the Little Celestial Master “`

Chapter 861

“Formation!”

Wei Jinghuan cried out, as a Sixth-Level Peak Spirit Master and a Feng Shui Grandmaster, he naturally recognized that the transparent ripples gathering around were the power of a Formation.

How could this be possible?

Wasn’t Long Xiaoshan a Martial Arts Grandmaster?

How could there possibly be a Formation here, and such a high-level one at that?

He hadn’t detected it beforehand.

The person who set up this Formation must have an understanding of Formations that likely surpassed his.

He turned around, his eyes slightly panicked as he stared at the divine demon-like figure suspended in the air.

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With a Grandmaster at hand, and the Formation blocking the way,

his hopes of escaping today were nothing but a fool’s dream.

Wei Jinghuan was a decisive man.

He immediately bowed deeply and said, “Grandmaster above, please accept Wei’s bow.

I had no idea Li Jialin would be so brazen to scheme against the Grandmaster.

I too was deceived by her.

Please, considering I was unaware, spare me this once.

I will leave immediately and never interfere with the matters here again.”

“little Celestial Master, you!” Li Jialin never expected Wei Jinghuan to betray her in an instant, her heart filled with shock and fear.

“Silence!

You ignorant thing, to actually dare offend a Grandmaster, you deserve to die!” Wei Jinghuan shouted harshly, waved his sleeve, and a white light shot out, striking Li Jialin directly.

Li Jialin screamed in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood; her chest was a bloody, indistinct mass.

“Amy!” Gu Jingheng cried out, hastily holding her.

Blood constantly flowed from the corners of Li Jialin’s mouth.

She was an ordinary person, how could she withstand a strike from Wei Jinghuan, a Sixth-Level Peak Spirit Master?

Even though Wei Jinghuan had just casually shot out a burst of mana white light,

it had left Li Jialin with severe internal injuries, her life hanging by a thread.

Her face was deathly pale.

Despair filled her eyes.

She never thought that she, the treasured daughter of the Li Family, would die in this remote little mountain village, and not at the hands of Long Xiaoshan, but killed by the little Celestial Master she herself had invited.

Her eyes brimmed with endless regret.

What was the use of all her wealth?

Before these Transcendents, she was but an ant to be crushed at will.

To save his own life, Wei Jinghuan had not hesitated to betray and even kill her.

How she hated that.

She hated Wei Jinghuan’s cold-blooded ruthlessness!

To die at Long Xiaoshan’s hands, she could have said she brought it on herself, as it was her who schemed against Long Xiaoshan first.

But to be discarded by Wei Jinghuan like a worn-out shoe,

filled her heart with resentment.

Somehow finding the strength, she coughed up blood as she shouted, “Long Xiaoshan, beware, he’s planning to take Long Shiyu away!”

Wei Jinghuan’s expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand, a thicker white light heading straight for Li Jialin.

Long Xiaoshan instantly appeared in front of Li Jialin, shattering the white light with a palm strike.

With a touch of his hand, a stream of Longevity Art True Qi surged into Li Jialin’s body, spawning a force of life within her dying form.

A hint of color returned to her pale face, and Long Xiaoshan looked down and asked, “You said he wants to take Shiyu away?”

With that force empowering her, Li Jialin hastily nodded, speaking more clearly, “Yes, he told me himself yesterday.

He said he was going to take Long Shiyu away, and these past few days, he’s been on the mountain opposite Jin Lian’s Home, watching Shiyu’s movements.”

Jin Lian’s face turned deathly pale, staring angrily at Wei Jinghuan, “You bastard, to actually want to take little Yu away.”

No matter Wei Jinghuan’s motives,

Jin Lian could not accept someone taking her daughter away.

And with Wei Jinghuan being so cold-blooded, he definitely did not harbor good intentions.

Wei Jinghuan’s face showed a slight change as he said, “Grandmaster, don’t listen to her nonsense, that’s not true.”

“Is that so?” Long Xiaoshan sneered, his eyes cold and indifferent, “Do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to?

Shiyu is of the Xuan Yin Physique.

You have your eyes on the Xuan Yin Physique, don’t you?”

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Long Xiaoshan had Ghost King Yue Ling surveilling the entire village’s every move.

As a Sixth-Level Spiritual Master, Wei Jinghuan appeared here.

How could Yue Ling not know?

Yue Ling had been secretly watching Wei Jinghuan, who had been eyeing Long Shiyu for several days.

When Long Xiaoshan received the message, a thought crossed his mind, and he immediately understood the cause and effect.

His insight was now different from before, possessing the memories of Blood Buddha and having devoured two Grandmasters, Qiu Zhen and Tang Honghu.

The memories and knowledge of these people all made their way into his mind.

He had already figured out Shiyu’s talent.

Shiyu possessed the Xuan Yin Physique, which was why her cultivation far surpassed that of other women.

Moreover, he knew that the Xuan Yin Physique was an excellent tripod furnace for cultivating certain techniques.

Wei Jinghuan’s interest in Long Shiyu was definitely not good.

Upon hearing Long Xiaoshan mention the Xuan Yin Physique, Wei Jinghuan’s face changed drastically, knowing he had been exposed.

He suddenly lunged at Jin Lian and Shangguan Baihe.

He could tell that these two women had a somewhat unclear relationship with Long Xiaoshan.

Now, his only option was to seize these two women to make Long Xiaoshan hesitate.

However, before he could reach the two women, the scene before him blurred, and Long Xiaoshan appeared in front of him, looking at him coldly.

He struck down with a palm, boom!

The violent power surged like a river overturning.

Upon seeing this, Wei Jinghuan let out a strange cry and grabbed a handful of Talismans to throw out.

Seven or eight rays of light started flashing immediately.

However, with a press of Long Xiaoshan’s palm,

all those lights popped like bubbles under the pressure, the palm landing squarely on Wei Jinghuan!

Puh!

Wei Jinghuan’s blood sprayed, and he rolled on the ground like a ground gourd for more than ten meters before crashing into a wall.

Wei Jinghuan lay on the ground, with blood oozing from his seven orifices, his hair disheveled, looking extremely horrifying.

He was already severely injured.

Now, he had been hit by a palm from Long Xiaoshan.

He no longer had the strength to even get up.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan slowly stepping towards him.

A trace of terror surfaced on Wei Jinghuan’s face.

Even as a practitioner whose will transcended others, facing death, one’s Taoist Heart could waver and even collapse.

Wei Jinghuan had been commanding respect and causing a stir on Hong Kong Island.

Although he was powerful in Mana and was known as the little Celestial Master,

he usually helped the rich and powerful to divine auspicious and inauspicious signs, applied Golden Needle Point Determination, and at most dealt with some harmful ghostly and demonic events.

He lived in luxury and rarely engaged in combat.

His combat experience was completely different from the intense competition of the Hidden Sect on the mainland; even compared to Grand Spirit Masters with slightly lesser cultivation, he was inferior.

Now, with death imminent,

he was caught completely off guard, losing the demeanor of a nobility.

His voice trembling, he called out, “You, you can’t kill me.

My master is Shi Zhengqing, the foremost of the Four Great Feng Shui Masters of Hong Kong Island, a Grand Spirit Master with godlike Daoist magic, who over a decade ago trapped and killed a Grandmaster who committed murder on Hong Kong Island.

If you kill me, my master will never let you go, and by then, you’ll regret it too late…”

Pfft!

Before Wei Jinghuan could finish speaking, Long Xiaoshan raised his hand and a finger pierced through Wei Jinghuan’s brow.

Wei Jinghuan’s eyes were wide open, seemingly unable to believe even at death that Long Xiaoshan would simply kill him with no hesitation, as if crushing an ant beneath his foot.

Wei Jinghuan’s head slumped down.

He lay on the ground, convulsing a few times, dead.