Chapter 92 Three Have Died

Among the group led by Gu Feng, aside from Xue Wen, their cultivation levels were all quite formidable. From the very start, a swath of soldiers fell in defeat. The man in black recognized that Gu Feng was the leader of this formidable group, and thus he must take Gu Feng down.

Gu Feng wielded his bow: "Scorching Sun Arrow," launching attacks from a distance.

The man in black charged at Gu Feng with the speed and prowess befitting a Level Ten Spiritual Master, confident that capturing Gu Feng would be effortless.

Gu Feng deliberately signaled to Xue Lin and Gu Yan not to interfere; he needed the death contract.

He fired arrows at the man in black, intent on provoking him.

“Hmph!”

The man in black snorted coldly. He couldn’t understand why the powerful allies at Gu Feng’s side were not intervening, making all his preparations unnecessary.

Gu Feng’s attacks were mediocre to him, barely causing any harm.

Gu Feng’s true aim was to enrage him! Retreating, Gu Feng shouted loudly, “I’ll shoot your chest!”

By chance, the flaming arrow struck the man in black’s chest.

He considered it mere coincidence, convinced such luck wouldn’t repeat.

“Next, your nose!”

Gu Feng fired an arrow at his nose, then another at his groin, employing a clever feint.

The man in black easily parried the attacks, but before he could feel triumphant, he was struck in his groin.

If one were to speak of a person’s weak points, surely the groin counted among them.

No matter how powerful his cultivation, that place remained vulnerable!

With a gasp of pain, he clutched his groin, glaring fiercely at Gu Feng. “You’re courting death; I’ll grant your wish.”

Killing intent surged forth, shocking everyone present.

Yet none worried for Gu Feng; they knew all too well that this fellow was only comfortable when courting death every few days.

Gu Feng was delighted—finally some true killing intent! But it was not yet enough; only seventy-eight percent. Could it be that even a blow to his weak spot wasn’t enough to enrage him?

Gu Feng didn’t realize that the man in black was prioritizing the bigger picture, focusing on capturing him to threaten Xue Lin and the others.

“Next, your face!”

Gu Feng unleashed a wild barrage of arrows, caring only to provoke his opponent further.

“Hey! Faceless man in black, your daddy here is impressive—shooting wherever I please. Your mother was hit by me the same way, that’s how you came to be.”

“You’re asking to die.”

His mother was his forbidden scale. The man in black’s past was tragic, so anyone who touched on his bottom line deserved death.

“Ding! Min Nan’s killing intent toward you has reached its peak. Twelfth death contract activated.”

For daring to provoke him, Min Nan unleashed a secret technique to accelerate, instantly closing in on Gu Feng.

Xue Lin, watching closely, was startled—such speed could easily surprise even her.

Min Nan seized Gu Feng by the throat. “You deserve to die!” He expected Gu Feng to be terrified.

Gu Feng smiled at him. “Self-detonation.”

Min Nan paused, puzzled by the term.

Then, sensing immense danger, he finally understood.

“Damn it!”

Boom!

At the moment of death, Min Nan was baffled. Gu Feng was only a Level Three Spiritual Master—how could a self-detonation do more than inflict serious injury? Yet the danger felt was annihilating, as if his very soul were obliterated!

“Ding! Twelfth death contract complete. Level increased by one.”

“Resurrection.”

Once revived, the one-sided slaughter neared its end.

Gu Feng suddenly realized that a master like himself had no need to personally act—his subordinates could do the work, if only he trained a group of formidable allies. As for himself, at critical moments, he could simply self-detonate.

“Brother!”

“Feng!”

...

“Let’s go! To the treasury—I can’t stand you all gazing at me with such affection.”

The women blushed.

The iron door of the treasury weighed ten thousand pounds, stood ten meters tall, and was three meters thick. It was powered by an array and could only be opened with a key.

“Sister Xue Lin, this iron door is a bit heavy. I’ll leave it to you.”

“To me? What do you mean—do you want me to move it aside?”

“Smart!”

“Go die! If you love self-detonation so much, why not blow the door open?”

“Blow it open? That’s a good idea!”

Brother has money—he’ll exchange for one of those so-called Spiritual Energy Bombs. Though expensive, ten billion gold coins, even for him it’s painful. Hopefully, the treasury’s contents won’t disappoint; at least fifty billion gold coins, perhaps.

He took out a crystal sphere and set it between the two doors.

The system spoke: “Boy, are you a pig? The door is three meters thick—do you think a single Spiritual Energy Bomb will solve it?”

“What? Old man, are you saying one bomb won’t do?”

“It will, but there’s a method.”

“Well, hurry up and tell me.”

“Ding! Host requests assistance opening the door with a Spiritual Energy Bomb. One hundred points deducted.”

“What? Old man, the bomb is mine, you’re just giving advice, and you’re deducting a hundred points—why don’t you die.”

“Ding! Host insults the system. Ten points deducted.”

“Ah!”

Gu Feng went berserk, but refrained from shouting again, lest the old man deduct more of his precious points.

“Heh heh, kid—still dare to curse? Go ahead! You’ve plenty of points, but let me warn you: first insult, ten points; second, doubled.”

“You... Points have been deducted; now can you tell me how to blow open the door?”

Gu Feng was heartbroken, his face dark as night.

The women watched Gu Feng’s sudden change in expression, baffled.

Xue Lin said, “Gu Feng, am I not moving the door? Why are you so angry?”

Gu Feng responded, speechless, “How could I possibly be angry with you?”

“Then what is it...?”

“I’m angry at a bastard.”

“Ding! Host insults the system. Twenty points deducted.”

Sure enough, the deduction doubled.

Gu Feng’s fury had nowhere to vent.

“Ding! Place the Spiritual Energy Bomb at the keyhole position and it’ll work.”

“Damn, so simple.”

System: “Yes, that simple. Some fools just don’t know.”

“Old man, I get penalized for insulting you—what about when you insult me?”

“When I insult you, it’s a privilege. What will you do?”

The system boasted, “You look like you want to hit me. If you die ten thousand times, you can break free from me. Then I’ll be under your control. Exciting, isn’t it? Too bad—you’ve only died twelve times.”

“You... As long as it’s possible. Ten thousand deaths? Wait and see—I’ll die hundreds of times a day.”

“Good spirit! I’ll wait for you to strike me, hahaha.”

“You just wait.”

Gu Feng placed the bomb at the keyhole and signaled everyone to retreat.

Detonation was easy—just a thought.

“Detonate!”

Boom!

A deafening blast.

Boom!

The massive iron doors sank into the ground.

The treasury opened, revealing a pitch-black passageway.

Gu Feng muttered in frustration, “Let’s go in and see what’s inside.”

“Ding! Friendly reminder: traps and hidden weapons on the floor. Fifty points deducted for friendly reminder.”

“Damn, isn’t this a friendly reminder? Why deduct points?”

At that moment, Xue Wen eagerly rushed in.

Gu Feng was alarmed: “Wen’er, don’t!”

Too late!

Xue Wen had triggered the trap.

Swish, swish...

Dozens of arrows shot from both sides of the walls, embedding seven or eight arrows in Xue Wen.