To know, the toxic pellet that Qin Ran threw away is a kind of slow-acting volatile toxin. It takes effect very slowly, all very slowly, only the result is certain death.
Such a covert poisoning was discovered so quickly...
It can only be said that this time Qin Ran met a fellow daoist.
The Zhao Yaqing in front heard the sound and stopped. Qin Ran who was following her also stopped in confusion.
They looked back and saw a man shrouded in a black cloak walking quickly out of the military tent.
He stood at the entrance of the tent, took a deep breath, first sucked back the toxins that had diffused, to prevent others from being poisoned, before looking around to find the poisoner.
But as he swept around, all he saw were guards and patrols, no poisoner.
"Hmm..." Seeing that the cloaked man couldn't identify the poisoner, Qin Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, the cloaked man suddenly focused his gaze on him.
"Who are you?" the cloaked man shouted, and with a wave of his hand, a mass of dark gloomy evil spirit rushed towards Qin Ran.
"What? Found out?" Qin Ran was shocked, but had to dodge that mass of evil spirit with a sway of his figure.
"How was I discovered?" This was what he couldn't figure out at all.
Missing a hit, the cloaked man didn't approach Qin Ran either. He looked at Qin Ran and suddenly asked, "Qin Ran?!"
"Ah?!!" Qin Ran was even more panicked. How did this cloaked man even know his identity?!
For a moment, Qin Ran felt like he was completely under control, a kind of unprecedented panic suddenly rushed at him.
He looked left and right, quickly planning an escape route, and no longer had the idea of not wanting to kill anyone. Whether it was killing Zhao Yaqing or Zhao Li or the Xuan Qin Emperor, it was all pushed back a little.
Just as Qin Ran was panicking on one side and suppressing the panic to forcibly calm down, he saw the cloaked man standing upright at the entrance of the tent, raising his hand high, and heavily bowing down. He shouted loudly: "Lord Qin Ran, please accept my bow!"
"???" Qin Ran was stunned. What is this situation again?
Double agent? Mole? North Chu's undercover in Xuan Qin?
He couldn't figure it out for a while, and his mind frantically searched for relevant information. But suddenly, his head ached, and then, that inexplicable tiny pain in his head quickly blossomed, from a pinprick-like pain, it quickly spread within a short time, hundreds of needles madly pricking in his head...
Pain! Headache!
No, it's not a headache, but, the Primordial Spirit's pain!
In an instant, Qin Ran's water clone couldn't maintain its form, and the soldier's figure quickly distorted and shook, rapidly transforming back into the water form.
So a human-shaped water man was holding his head and crying out in pain in the snow...
"Ah..." Qin Ran even groaned in pain.
"It really is you, Qin Ran!" Seeing Qin Ran holding his head in pain there, the cloaked man sneered triumphantly. He then cast another spell, and a skull head made of magic rushed towards the immobilized Qin Ran.
"Boom!"
Qin Ran's body was shattered by the explosion, and a faint gray figure emerged from his head. The gray was not the gray that belonged to the Primordial Spirit, but was dyed gray by some inexplicable force.
"Primordial Spirit?" The cloaked man murmured, seeming quite surprised.
The next moment, the gray figure shrank into a ball and flew quickly towards the distant sky. The speed was extraordinarily fast, not comparable to ordinary escape techniques, because it was the avatar being pulled back by the main body, the speed of being sucked back.
The cloaked man looked up at the Primordial Spirit flying away and said, "Interesting."
"That was really Qin Ran?!" Only then did Zhao Yaqing awaken from the shock that the soldier she had randomly chosen was Qin Ran, and asked the cloaked man.
"My Bow to the Gods Great Law has taken effect..." The cloaked man took back his gaze, proud, and said, "That must be the Qin Ran you mentioned."
"Then why don't you chase after him?" Zhao Yaqing wondered, "Take the opportunity while he is injured to eliminate him completely."
The cloaked man shook his head and said, "He is cursed by me, he won't live for long."
When the avatar suffered the Bow to the Gods Great Law, Qin Ran's main body was having dinner at the Wuyi City Lord's Mansion.
There were simply three or four dishes on the table, and some rice in the bowl. Eating around the table were the three Li Zhan father and son and Qin Ran, a total of four people. The food was very rough, just barely a meal given the special circumstances.
And while eating, Qin Ran suddenly shuddered, his head ached sharply, and the bowl in his hand snapped onto the table, his hands involuntarily grabbing his head.
"Master?" Li Shiyin was the first to see Qin Ran's appearance and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing..." Qin Ran shook his head. Because the acute pain came suddenly and went fast, it was fleeting, and he was no longer in pain now.
The memories of the avatar were shared with the main body. Recalling what had just happened, he couldn't figure out what kind of divine power it was, that it could affect the main body while the avatar suffered greatly.
"That's good if it's nothing..." Li Shiyin looked at Qin Ran in shock and suspicion, then continued eating.
But Qin Ran could no longer eat. He casually put down his chopsticks, got up and walked out, saying to them: "I'll go out for a while." Because the avatar that carried the curse had returned.
Without waiting for them to answer, he hurried out.
"What's up with your master?" Li Shiwen asked Li Shiyin.
"I don't know either." Li Shiyin shook her head.
"Then why don't you go after him to take a look?" Li Shiwen looked at Li Shiyin resentfully, "It's obvious something is going on with him."
"Oh? Oh oh oh! Right!" Li Shiyin hurriedly got up and ran after him.
Qin Ran went to the courtyard, looked up at the distant sky, and waited for something.
Soon, the gray mass flew swiftly towards him from the distant sky. As it approached, Qin Ran quickly used his Primordial Spirit power to immobilize it.
He didn't dare let this thing get close. This thing no longer looked like his original Primordial Spirit form, it was completely gray, all the divine powers of the black-robed man.
"Curse?" Looking at the gray mass, Qin Ran was very puzzled.
His research on curses was almost zero, he didn't dare mess around at all.
After thinking about it, he took out a soul-affinity box from his Cosmic Bag, and controlled the gray mass to put it inside.
"Master..." Li Shiyin ran to his side, seeing Qin Ran covering the box, asked, "What is that thing, it looks so disgusting."
Qin Ran shook his head and said, "I don't know." As he spoke, he put the box away in his Cosmic Bag.
"Master, you don't know?" Li Shiyin's eyes widened, she rarely heard her master say these three words.
"The sea is boundless for the mayfly..." Qin Ran looked in the direction of the Xuan Qin military camp and sighed, "This world is too big, what I know is only a tiny, tiny bit."
The more one knows, the more one realizes how much one doesn't know.
This trip to the Xuan Qin military camp gave Qin Ran a big lesson.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
