Lifespan Division

Wang Keting grimaced in pain but still refused to admit defeat.

"Hiss... This knife is really unpretentious. It acts submissively as soon as it tastes blood."

Xie Yuling, standing at the door, frowned tightly.

At a time like this, he still had the nerve to crack jokes. She even wanted to give him a slap on the back of the head on behalf of Wang Leyao.

However, after the short blade tasted Wang Keting's blood, the red light on it became even brighter.

He had a pure-yang constitution. Even though his virginity was lost, his fate remained unchanged.

As the blood seeped in, the runes on the short blade lit up layer by layer, and the blade edge emitted a faint tremor.

Wang Keting's arm trembled, and his shoulders slumped.

This thing not only drank blood but also devoured one's essence and energy.

The price for an ordinary person to forcibly activate a half-spiritual weapon was never light.

Wang Xincheng tried to grab the blade back. "Kaiting, that's enough!"

"Enough my ass!"

Wang Keting pushed him away with his backhand and stared at Taira no Masakado, scolding, "You bullied my dad and still want to run away? Do you think this is your backyard?"

After saying that, he rushed forward with the short blade in hand.

Taira no Masakado wasn't stupid.

The remaining two clones quickly merged into one.

The yin energy on his body was scattered by the short blade, and he no longer had the haughty look he had before.

"Madmen, all of you are madmen!"

He retreated towards the warehouse door, speaking rapidly and anxiously.

"It doesn't matter. Once I leave here and digest this evil aura, no one can stop me!"

As his voice fell, Taira no Masakado transformed into a black shadow and rushed towards the door.

At the warehouse door, Xie Yuling took a step forward.

Her spiritual consciousness cultivation was insufficient, and it might be difficult for her to stop Taira no Masakado by force.

But she didn't back down.

After all, she wasn't too worried.

Xie Yuling raised her hand, and her spiritual consciousness condensed into a short knife, which she swung at the black shadow.

The timing of this slash was perfect.

But the difference in strength was too great.

Taira no Masakado raised his hand and slapped, roaring, "Baka!"

The yin energy in his palm was so thick that it was heavy, directly dispersing the short knife made of spiritual consciousness. The remaining force rushed straight towards Xie Yuling's chest.

Xie Yuling staggered and took a step back.

The next moment, the jade pendant on her body glowed.

Taira no Masakado was sent flying back.

Jiang Yunlu supported Xie Yuling and shouted angrily, "Baka your grandpa."

Wang Keting seized this opportunity.

He pounced on Taira no Masakado and stabbed the short blade straight down into his back.

Taira no Masakado roared, "Yamete!"

Wang Keting was stunned for a moment.

"You understand Chinese context quite well, huh?"

The short blade penetrated the ghost's body.

Black gas churned inside Taira no Masakado, but it didn't explode with the expected power.

He had clearly swallowed a lot of evil and yin energy. Logically speaking, even if he was injured by a half-spiritual weapon, he shouldn't be so weak.

Wang Xincheng leaned against the wall, his eyes falling on the coffin in the middle of the warehouse.

Something was wrong.

It wasn't that Taira no Masakado couldn't exert his power.

Someone had left a weakness on him.

The next moment, all the evil and yin energy in the warehouse was pulled by some force and rushed towards the coffin.

The remaining evil and yin energy in Taira no Masakado was completely sucked away.

In just a few moments, the warehouse returned to normal.

Taira no Masakado's figure was also completely sucked away, and he didn't even leave a single harsh word.

Wang Keting still remained in the stabbing position, but the short blade was still sucking his blood. Scared, he let go of his hands and directly threw the short blade away.

His face pale, he looked around and couldn't help but complain.

"That's it? I haven't even exerted my full strength yet."

No one laughed.

Wang Xincheng stared at the coffin, his lips moving.

"Something's off."

What had just happened wasn't that Taira no Masakado had escaped.

Nor was it that they had completely killed him.

He was taken away by something under the coffin.

The next second, they could hear something roaring in their minds from beneath their feet. It was a roar full of despair.

And Lin Mo walked up to the short blade and picked it up from the ground.

"Mr. Lin! Be careful!" Wang Xincheng shouted with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

Lin Mo bent down and picked up the short blade.

As soon as the short blade landed in his hand, the blade trembled slightly, as if trying to resist, but then it immediately calmed down.

Lin Mo weighed it in his hand. "A half-spiritual weapon. It can barely be used by the two of you. It's a pity that it sucks too much."

Wang Xincheng supported himself against the wall, his chest heaving.

"Something passed down by the Wang family. We'll return it after using it. I know what I'm doing."

"You know?" Lin Mo glanced at him. "You know nothing."

As soon as he said this, Liu Zheng almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Wang Xincheng was also stunned for a moment.

Lin Mo raised the short blade, pointed the tip downward, and gently flicked it.

Buzz.

After a short sound, the bloodstain on the blade receded by half an inch.

"You still have a little spiritual power and can activate it, but the price isn't just burning a little essence and blood. That slash just now cost you not a few days or months, but your life. If no one intervenes, your family will have to prepare for a funeral before the spring of the year after next."

The light from Liu Zheng's hand shone on Wang Xincheng's hair.

The previously silver hair now showed a hint of yellowish-brown.

Silver hair could just mean that a person was old and the melanin was decreasing.

But if it turned yellow, it meant that the person's body had started to decline.

The flesh on his face had also sagged a bit, and he seemed to have lost his vitality.

This was the price of using this kind of spiritual weapon.

Seeing this, Wang Keting panicked.

He crawled over and hugged Wang Xincheng's leg tightly.

"Dad! Don't scare me!"

Wang Xincheng wanted to scold him for being spineless, but his lips moved a few times, and no words came out.

Wang Keting turned to look at Lin Mo, all his usual playboy attitude gone.

"Mr... Mr. Lin! Please save my dad. He hasn't even held his grandson yet, and I haven't fulfilled my filial piety. I'm willing to exchange my lifespan for his."

Lin Mo looked down at him.

"Do you think you're in a better condition than him?"

Wang Keting was stunned.

"You used your blood to activate the short blade without any spiritual power at all. It's like filling a pit with your lifespan. I don't know if I should call you stupid or brave. You only have about ten years of lifespan left now."

Wang Keting swallowed hard.

He looked at his hand. The wound hadn't closed yet, the blood had darkened, and the skin around the wound had turned gray.

Liu Zheng frowned. "Can an ordinary person activate a spiritual weapon?"

"Of course not. However, this is just a half-spiritual weapon. With a certain price, it can be forcibly activated. For example, using their blood to activate this half-spiritual weapon."

Wang Keting understood only half of it.

But he didn't hesitate for long. He kowtowed to Lin Mo again.

"Then give half of my lifespan to my dad. Split the ten years into five. We father and son will endure it together. I'll go back and do in vitro fertilization right away. At least the Wang family will have someone to carry on the bloodline."

Wang Xincheng was so angry that he reached out to hit him.

"You useless thing! I don't need your life! If you transfer it to me, I'll break your dog legs."

Wang Keting's eyes were red, and he still stuck out his neck stubbornly.

"Break them if you want. It's better than watching you die."

At this, Wang Xincheng's hand froze in mid-air.

He couldn't scold anymore.

When he was young, he traveled far and wide, helping people search for dragon veins and determine the location of tombs. He had earned both fame and money.

At that time, he always thought that he could predict everything. Even if he encountered retribution, he could avoid it with his skills.

But as he got old, he finally realized that some debts were not unpaid; they just hadn't come due yet.