Chapter 121: A Single Move for Spotless Cleanliness

Amidst the terrified cries of the vengeful spirits, the dragon pattern on Qin Chuan’s sword glowed brightly, emitting searing flames that instantly engulfed the spirits’ forms in fire.

“Such insolence from mere vengeful spirits!”

A voice, stern and authoritative, echoed from within the dragon pattern before fading into silence.

“Sizzle…”

“Ding! Defeated a level 29 vengeful spirit, gained 85,000 experience points. Bonus 100% experience for defeating an enemy above my level. Congratulations, host has earned 170,000 experience points.”

“Damn, Dragon Pattern Brother, that’s fierce!”

Flames coiled around Qin Chuan’s sword, and with a single strike, the vengeful spirit was obliterated.

“These flames are ruthless.”

Yet Qin Chuan thought to himself, if these flames could burn through poisonous mist, then incinerating vengeful spirits should be no trouble at all.

“Stick close to me. We’ll wipe them out without leaving a trace!”

“Got it!”

Soon, a horde of vengeful spirits surged from the ground, their presence chilling and eerie.

Qin Chuan’s earlier encounter had given him a rough understanding of their nature and weaknesses.

Though immune to physical attacks, they were vulnerable to heavenly thunder and poisonous mist.

Their greatest threat, however, was their ultimate ability—the Horrifying Sound.

Only Qin Chuan’s intimidation could counter this, so Zizi and Sleepyhead had to remain within thirty meters of him.

Facing the dense swarm of vengeful spirits, Qin Chuan suddenly decided to take a bold risk.

“Zizi, grasp my hand tightly.”

“Huh?!”

For a moment, Zizi was a little bewildered but still extended her delicate palm to gently clasp Qin Chuan’s sword hilt.

“Chuan, what are you planning?”

“Zizi, how wide is your group thunder resistance technique?”

“That depends on endurance. There’s no fixed range; the higher the endurance, the larger the coverage.”

“Listen for my command. When I say so, unleash your thunder resistance to its maximum range. Leave the rest to me.”

“Chuan, are you going to use that skill?”

“That’s right. Let’s give it a try.”

“Alright.”

At this moment, Zizi grew excited, forming a sword seal in anticipation of Qin Chuan’s order.

Because of Qin Chuan’s aura of intimidation, none of the vengeful spirits dared approach closer than thirty meters, yet they were unwilling to retreat.

Within this radius, the three thieves felt utterly safe, though looking out at the dense throng of spirits, both Zizi and Sleepyhead felt a chill of dread.

The spirits, frustrated by the unattainable feast before them, circled anxiously, emitting piercing cries.

“The aura of that black sword is terrifying. I fear entering would mean grievous injury.”

“Let’s wait a bit longer. I think that’s a skill; it probably won’t last.”

“Yes, that makes sense.”

“When the effect ends, we rush in. They’ll be dead meat then.”

...

After this deep deliberation, the vengeful spirits gradually fell silent, a flicker of eager anticipation shining in their hollow eyes.

They all assumed a sprinting stance, ready to dash a hundred meters at a moment’s notice, poised to seize the delicious souls ahead.

After about ten seconds, the spirits crowded together, packed in layers upon layers—truly a spectacular sight.

“Zizi, release the thunder resistance!”

“Got it!”

Qin Chuan, having built up the tension, concealed his aura completely.

“Aura vanished. Attack!”

At that instant, all the spirits activated their spirit-speed, sprinting a hundred meters toward the center.

Zizi formed the sword seal, raised her long sword high, and chanted:

“Ninth Heaven’s profound strike, transform into divine thunder. Blazing heavenly might, lead it with the sword! Thunder Resistance Technique!”

“Hum!”

“Heart and mind united!”

Qin Chuan immediately activated their combined skill, Heart and Mind United, boosting both their attributes by 50%.

Zizi’s endless spiritual power flowed into the sword, and on the dragon-patterned cold jade blade appeared a bright white dot, which suddenly shot up as a white beam into the sky.

At that moment, Qin Chuan felt a tingling sensation, as if the entire blade had connected to the heavens and earth.

The blade emitted a faint orange glow, dazzling to behold.

“An orange-tier spirit weapon?”

Due to Qin Chuan’s prior aura of intimidation, the spirits were deeply unsettled, inexplicably gripped by a sudden chill.

The aura emanating from the dragon-patterned cold jade sword was even more terrifying, as if it possessed the power to destroy heaven and earth.

All of this caused the vengeful spirits to involuntarily inhale sharply.

Yet they could not change their course; with their sprinting stance fixed, they pressed onward with unease.

Qin Chuan, serving as the conduit for the heavenly thunder, bore nearly all the pressure on his sword.

“Dragon energy shield!”

At this moment, Qin Chuan dared not be careless and activated his protective dragon energy, instantly doubling his endurance.

“Boom!”

A thunderclap roared as wild winds rose and dark clouds gathered, countless bolts of heavenly thunder crashing down, covering hundreds of meters.

“Boom!”

“Heavens! That’s heavenly thunder!”

The once fervent vengeful spirits were instantly terrified, sensing the breath of death.

“Ahhhh!”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

After the heavenly thunder, all the vengeful spirits were annihilated without a trace, their heroic sacrifice dissolving into wisps of smoke.

“Ding! Kill…”

...

At this moment, Qin Chuan nearly had his spirit core explode from the system notifications.

“Damn, this is stronger than cheating—just blew away over ten thousand vengeful spirits in one go. It’s like a spotless sweep.”

“Poor spirit core of mine—not dead from heavenly thunder, yet almost rendered idiotic by the system.”

Even after several seconds, Qin Chuan’s spirit core still buzzed until he absorbed its essence and felt relieved.

Zizi gently withdrew the sword seal, barely able to believe what had happened, murmuring: “That power… it’s overwhelming.”

Sleepyhead’s jaw dropped in astonishment, unable to help but say: “Sister Zizi, you’re incredible—truly earth-shattering!”

Zizi extended a slender jade finger, pointing back at herself in surprise: “Me? No, no, no, this is all thanks to your big brother. I don’t have that ability.”

Only then did Sleepyhead realize: “Oh, so that’s how it is. I wondered how Sister Zizi suddenly became so formidable.”

Zizi softly caressed the sword’s blade, her eyes filled with tenderness, silently thinking, “Chuan, thank you.”

“Thank me? This is our achievement together.”

“Hmm, anyway, I just want to say thank you.”

“Alright, no need for such formality. Hmm, you better stop now; I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

At that moment, Qin Chuan felt his blood boil under Zizi’s touch, barely able to restrain the urge to tremble the sword.

“Ah?!”

Only then did Zizi realize and quickly withdraw her hand, covering her cherry lips shyly.

That brief moment of unguarded affection left her face flushed, making her all the more alluring.

“Oh no, what just happened to me?”

“Sister Zizi, why is your face all red again? Are you too hot?”

Sleepyhead blinked his adorable blue eyes, puzzled yet delivering an unbeatable zinger.

Zizi grew a little flustered and hurriedly set Qin Chuan down.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s too hot. I’m going to cool off for a bit.”

With that, she dashed away like a streak of smoke, as if truly overwhelmed by the heat.

“Big brother, is Sister Zizi acting a little strange?”

“What’s strange about it? Little brother, don’t pry into these things in the future.”

“Okay, got it.”

Sleepyhead couldn’t understand why Zizi was like this, but Qin Chuan’s heart was as clear as a mirror.

“The king sent me to patrol the mountains, so I decided to take a stroll through the spirit realm...”