Quick Travel: Card Destroyer

"Who is coming...who...who...?" Murong Hao asked slurredly, his whole body trembling.

"Of course he is... the person who came to ask for your life on behalf of Nangong Che." A cold voice came slowly. Murong Hao recognized that it was definitely not Nangong Che, but his intuition told him that he must not take it lightly.

Who is it that could put him in such a dangerous situation with just a message and a little poison?

Since the other party mentioned the name "Nangong Che", it might... have something to do with the family he killed earlier.

Consciousness becomes more and more blurred.

My limbs are getting colder and colder, and I can no longer feel their presence.

"I don't really like talking nonsense to others...but it's not completely forbidden to tell you -"

what is it then? Murong Hao reluctantly raised his eyelids. The scene in front of him was blurry, as if there was a veil between him...

Unfortunately, that cold and ethereal voice never sounded again.

Consciousness sinks forever into darkness.

Suddenly, a little white light lit up in the center of Murong Hao's chest.

Soon the white light began to spread around - it turned out that it was not a simple light, but a flame.

The pure white flames burned into the shape of a snowflake.

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At dawn, Murong Hao, the third-ranked master in the world, was poisoned to death by an unknown person.

There were no traces of the crime left at the scene, and no poison was detected in Murong Hao's body.

Only the detective Chen Cheng who accidentally discovered him noticed that there might be a connection between the two recent cases.

This is a serial murder case, but due to current technical limitations, the traces of the murderer are always unpredictable.

Dongyu Villa.

"Mom, I'm back." Peipei and Bing Haoqi went out to collect information, and when they came back, they waited until Fu Cangzhao finished forging before speaking.

No one took the initiative to ask Fu Cangzhao whether the two recent murder cases were related to her, although everyone knew it.

Only Pepe temporarily got rid of the clothes embroidered with the six-membered ring snowflake pattern.

When Fu Cangzhao came back, Cang Yujian happened to send an invitation to Penglai Island and asked Dongyu Villa to intercept it.

Seeing the four characters "Cangyu Sword Sect", she suddenly remembered that the royal family of the Dasheng Dynasty seemed to go there to train for a while and learn some self-defense swordsmanship.

It seems I have to make this trip!

After Peipei left, Fu Cangzhao's eyes shone with coldness!

Another night, the master of Cang Yujian Sect led twelve disciples to the basement.

The basement is just under the main hall, but because the entire sect's floor is made of some kind of special material, it is theoretically indestructible, so it doesn't matter if there is a basement.

The twelve disciples were all prepared, except for the eleventh female disciple who often showed a bit of unbearable expression.

Starting from the entrance of the secret passage, every time you go down a step, you will be one step closer to the unknown dark side of the Cangyu Sword Sect.

Cold, dark, and miserable.

This is the biggest impression Eleven has on the basement.

Basement—except for the disciples of the sect master, no one else knows about this place.

Even the wife of the sect leader didn't know anything about it. She only heard from her husband that he would take the disciples to the forbidden area for special training every night.

No one would say anything about the content of the special training, but it was confirmed that everyone's strength was rising rapidly, and the sect leader's wife couldn't say anything.

Just out of some intuition, she always felt a little uneasy.

She thought that if Xiao Eleven still refused to tell, she would have to use veritaserum to force the child to tell the secret of the basement.

Even if doing so will damage the relationship between mother and daughter...

Eleven, who was in the basement, knew nothing about it.

The only thing she knew was that there were countless "furnaces" stored in the basement.

<divclass="contentadv">Using a "furnace" to refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and then transmit it to others. This method was originally used in the age of spiritual energy, and was a crooked way that some cultivating sects would follow in order to quickly enhance the strength of certain specific characters.

The Cangyu Sword Sect has a long history and has gone through the entire process of spiritual energy decline. It seems that the sect leader of that generation was lucky enough to follow the right master, which allowed the sect to remain standing for thousands of years.

As a large sect, Cangyu Sword Sect naturally has a method of raising furnace cauldrons hidden within it, and whether to use it or not is entirely up to one's own discretion.

Although the spiritual energy has almost completely dissipated, the boundary between martial arts and spiritual power is not clear. With slight changes, internal energy can be absorbed from others.

In order to consolidate the status of the sect, the sect leader finally chose this path.

Every time she sees the pain in the furnaces, Eleven's heart inevitably ache, but since her master ordered her to do this, she has no right to refuse...

If, if one day, I muster up the courage to tell my wife...

The young man could no longer look at the trembling cauldron in the cage. He closed his eyes in pain and placed his hand on the dimly patterned charm on the edge of the cage...

She seemed to see a dozen silk threads connecting herself to a dozen furnace cauldrons. As long as one of them is gently pulled, internal energy will be continuously obtained.

I heard from the master and several senior brothers that a person with a physique like her who can absorb more than a dozen cauldrons at once without causing too much pain to the cauldrons is called a "spiritual medium."

If she were placed in an era when she had abundant spiritual power and could cultivate immortality, her spiritual medium would almost certainly become her furnace, but conversely, it would also be easy for others to use her as her furnace.

Tonight was supposed to pass without incident as usual.

When the silk threads transmitting internal energy were stained with frost, Eleven could no longer absorb anything from those threads, and she opened her eyes in surprise.

A strange chill filled the entire basement, and there was a biting coldness on her fingertips. She subconsciously stopped her hand, and then she realized that the iron bars around the cage where the furnace was imprisoned had turned into pillars of ice.

"Who is it!" She reacted very quickly, drew out the "Dian Cang Sword" from her waist, and prepared her unique skill "Dian Cang Duanmen Sword" for use!

The basement was originally dimly lit.

Now it seems that a bright moon has appeared.

The man was dressed in black, with a bamboo hat covering his true face. He held a long sword in his hand, and a strange formation of snowflakes appeared under his feet, emitting a faint blue light.

Due to the lack of light, she couldn't see clearly what the sword looked like.

Just as he was about to launch his favorite sword move, Eleven shuddered suddenly.

A pair of dead black eyes were staring at her motionless!

So fast! When did you come to her? ! Eleven was shocked.

"What's your name?" The man spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Eleven was even more surprised, because although the voice was very low, it clearly belonged to a woman.

Besides Lang Xianren, are there any other such powerful female heroes in the world?

The Immortal Lang always only uses a sword to cut off his horse, and he always hangs his iconic wine gourd around his waist with the word "lang" written on it.

But this man only held a simple long sword.

She had no features except for those eyes that no one dared to look into.

"I don't have a name." Eleven said.

The man in black was silent.

Getting closer, Eleven finally saw clearly what was written on the blade of the sword——

"Xinghong...?" Even though he didn't know the ancient characters, Shiyi seemed to know how to pronounce it and subconsciously said it.

The other party didn't seem to expect that she would recognize the sword: "Oh? The spiritual power has dissipated, but you can still recognize the spiritual text? The spiritual medium?"

"I, I don't know..." Unconsciously, Eleven's voice trembled.

She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely and forced herself to calm down!

Where are the brothers and sisters? Where is the master?

His eyes swept around the basement, only to find that everyone except himself and the man in black were standing on the strange snowflake, each occupying a node.

There is a gap left in the outer circle, obviously reserved for her!

"What are you going to do to my master, senior brother and junior brother?!" Her eyesight was splitting on the spot, she waved the long sword in her hand, and activated the "Dian Cang Duanmen Sword" immediately!

On weekends, I am still stuck and still procrastinating.

I hate staying at home. Being at home means that there are definitely people around me, and I may be disturbed no matter what I do...