Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Song Ciwan followed Niu the Sixth to the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, and the first thing she saw was the giant who had been run through by a spear.

The long spear had pierced him straight through the chest. Feng Chuncai’s eyes widened as he rasped, "You... hasn’t your Qi Blood already declined? How can you still possess such..."

The old headmaster straightened his back, once stooped with age. He yanked the spear out with the speed of a gale, then raised it and lunged forward again, letting out a long sigh. "Xiaofeng, you have disappointed me so greatly!"

His second thrust, however, did not strike Feng Chuncai.

From behind, the old headmaster’s personally-taught head disciple, Hu Hui, suddenly shrieked, "Master! Save me..."

It turned out that in the recent melee, Hu Hui was being pursued by several veteran Martial Masters from Feng Chuncai’s faction. In the midst of the chase, Hu Hui had fled behind the old headmaster.

Seeing his head disciple’s life hanging by a thread, the old headmaster instantly changed his attack, sweeping his spear around.

He changed his attack to save Hu Hui, targeting the nearest Martial Master pursuing him. But because of this maneuver, he exposed an opening at his side.

Hu Hui, who had been pursued until he was a wretched sight, lunged from the side, crying, "Master, they’ve all turned traitor..."

Before his voice could fade, a short sword, its blade gleaming like autumn waters, slid from Hu Hui’s sleeve.

The short sword struck like a viper. With lightning speed, it plunged into the old headmaster’s left side.

Behind them, the giant Feng Chuncai roared and, at that very same moment, hoisted a stone weightlifting lock that had rolled over from somewhere, bringing it crashing down on the old headmaster’s head from behind.

The tables turned in an instant, a symphony of betrayal and deceit. Attacked from both front and back, the old headmaster could only plant his long spear upright beside him.

The spear, taller than he was, barely managed to block the stone lock crashing down from behind.

The stone lock and the spear were now locked in a contest of strength. The old headmaster, forced to one knee, struggled to hold it back.

He slowly raised his head, his wrinkled eyes staring blankly at Hu Hui beside him.

The young head disciple’s eyes were filled with tears. "Master, I’m sorry..." he sobbed.

The old headmaster asked in a hoarse voice, "...Why?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Hu Hui pulled the short sword from the old headmaster’s side and thrust at him once more.

He cried as he stabbed, "I’m sorry, Master, I don’t have the courage! You can’t protect me for much longer, but Uncle Feng is in his prime! I can’t afford to make an enemy of him, I don’t dare... I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

After three stabs, the old headmaster was on his last breath.

Masses of unseen energy gathered rapidly above his head. His long spear was even beginning to bend. Behind him, Feng Chuncai’s savage expression slowly twisted into a sneer.

Feng Chuncai’s tone was soft and sinister. "Ah, old headmaster, so this is the great disciple you so carefully cultivated. Your judgment is as terrible as it’s always been, heh..."

His laugh hadn’t even faded when his hands suddenly felt light—the stone lock he was holding and pressing down with had vanished!

That’s right. The stone lock in his hands had vanished into thin air.

This development was utterly shocking. For a moment, Feng Chuncai was dumbfounded. Across from him, Hu Hui, who had witnessed the entire thing, was just as stunned.

Naturally, the two of them could have wracked their brains forever and never guessed that at this very moment, a person ’in the Mortal World, yet not of the Mortal World’ had, with a wave of their hand, used an Exotic Treasure to snatch away the stone lock from Feng Chuncai’s hands.

The one who had done this was, of course, Song Ciwan.

In truth, Song Ciwan didn’t understand the full story behind this conflict, but she understood the dynamics between the old headmaster, Hu Hui, and the giant-like Feng Chuncai.

A disciple who betrayed his master, and a subordinate who rebelled against his superior.

She didn’t need to dwell on it. ’See an injustice, and you must right it!’

In that instant, not only did Song Ciwan use the Heaven and Earth Scale to take the stone lock from Feng Chuncai’s hands, she immediately followed it up by taking the short sword from Hu Hui’s as well.

Hu Hui couldn’t see Song Ciwan. He could only feel an invisible force forcibly wrenching the short sword from his grasp.

Often, the unknown is the most terrifying thing of all. Hu Hui already had a guilty conscience, and now a single fear sparked a hundred more. He shrieked in terror, "Who’s there?! AHH—"

A dark mass dropped from above, pattering down onto his face. He felt a sudden pain on his cheek and slapped at it, catching a small, squirming, many-legged insect.

The insect carried a foul stench. Its antennae twitched and its carapace was slimy. The sensation of it squirming in his hand was horrifying, but the feeling of it crawling on his face, struggling and biting, was even worse.

Hu Hui leaped to his feet in a panic, frantically slapping at his face.

As he slapped himself, even smaller insects crawled into his nostrils. Hu Hui felt a stinging itch inside his nose and immediately tried to blow them out.

But he didn’t know that the instant these insects entered his nasal passages, they had already secreted countless microscopic Insect Eggs, fine as dust.

The Insect Eggs merged with his blood. As his struggles intensified, they started from his nasal passages and swiftly coursed through his entire body.

Hu Hui let out a bloodcurdling scream and collapsed.

At the same time, Feng Chuncai also came under Attack from the insects.

However, Feng Chuncai’s Power was clearly much greater than Hu Hui’s. The swarms of insects raining down on him were often blasted away by his steaming Qi Blood before they could even get close, falling uselessly to the ground.

Still, many of the insects managed to tumble into the wound on his chest.

He originally had a gaping, bowl-sized hole through his chest—the result of the old headmaster’s spear thrust.

Feng Chuncai’s giant body possessed incredibly Strong healing abilities. After the old headmaster pulled out the spear, new flesh had already begun to writhe and regenerate. In just a moment, the bowl-sized wound had shrunk to the size of a teacup.

But he was, after all, a being of flesh and blood. Though the wound was shrinking, it couldn’t heal completely in an instant.

Some of the smaller insects seized the opportunity to burrow into his flesh. Feng Chuncai roared as he hammered at his own wound. Between the searing heat of his surging Qi Blood and his own savage blows, masses of insects were visibly burned to ash or smashed to pieces, splattering onto the ground.

What Feng Chuncai also didn’t know was that while he had killed countless insects, some microscopic Insect Eggs had flowed into the blood of his wound and were now, with the circulation of his Qi Blood, rapidly spreading throughout his entire body.

These were no ordinary insects; they had been meticulously cultivated by Song Ciwan using the Five Poison Jar.

She had originally collected a batch of strange insects from the Xu Family Beast Garden. Their main advantage was their bizarre variety, but their Level was too low. After being bred and fed by Song Ciwan, the insects in the Five Poison Jar had undergone countless generations of reproduction and transformation.

One particular batch had even been fed diluted Dragon Blood by Song Ciwan!

These insects had once been nourishment for the Big White Goose. Now, at a time when Song Ciwan could not directly interact with the Human beings of the Mortal World, the insects had become her vanguard, her primary means of influencing reality.