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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
