Bam!
The hundreds of cultivators who were rushing towards the needle suddenly felt a terrifying pressure crash into them from above.
Many of them were unable to react and immediately dropped into the river, instantly sinking to its bottom and causing water to fly into the air.
Pained screams filled the air as cultivators dropped into the river like raindrops.
The Core Formation Realm cultivators were barely able to stop themselves from sinking after falling into the river; they covered themselves with qi and managed to stay afloat.
Meanwhile, Feng Shuran sent out a wisp of qi and grabbed the needle before pulling it back to her position.
The needle landed on her palm, and she could instantly feel the power stored inside. This treasure...it was incredible!
’Master will love it,’ she thought to herself and stored it inside her storage treasure.
Seeing this, the eyes of all the cultivators turned bloodshot. The magical treasure was gone!
And more importantly, the invisible killer was now a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!
"You bitch!"
A furious shout suddenly sounded from behind Feng Shuran. She quickly turned around and was already controlling her threads to move behind her.
Bang!
A black scabbard crashed into lines of threads, instantly coming to a stop.
It was the man from earlier.
Feng Shuran looked at him with surprise, wondering how he had broken free from her suppression.
The man was equally surprised, not expecting his attack to get blocked. But it was too late to regret it as his neck suddenly felt tight and pain assaulted his brain.
His eyes widened as he stared at Feng Shuran’s cold face. Before he could struggle, blood gushed out like a fountain, and his head fell off his neck and into the river below.
His body followed right after, but only after Feng Shuran took his storage treasure and scabbard.
This scene shocked everyone present. The old man with the hourglass was especially horrified. Feng Shuran had killed a Core Formation Realm cultivator just like that, and it had to be someone from his sect!
"Does anyone else want to compete for this treasure?" Feng Shuran stared at the other cultivators in the river and asked, her voice spreading over hundreds of meters.
No one dared to respond, realising that a Nascent Soul Realm invisible killer wasn’t someone they could offend. Now they believed that the Dae Qu sect was probably no more.
Seeing no one was willing to answer, Feng Shuran snorted.
"Good, the Bloody Rose is now the absolute power in Oghara. You know what to do if you aren’t tired of living." She said and flew away slowly.
She purposely didn’t use her movement technique, letting everyone watch her leave.
No one dared to come out of the river until Feng Shuran’s figure completely left their view; only then did they start rising into the air.
The old man flew towards the floating headless corpse and looked at it with a blank look in his eyes, his beard trembling and strange light flickering in his hourglass.
"Bloody Rose, that’s the name of her new sect? We’ll see." He muttered with deep hatred in his voice.
Behind him, the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators stood in the air quietly without moving.
The other cultivators stared at them without any pity, feeling thankful.
They didn’t get the treasure, but at least they didn’t lose anyone. The loss of a Core Formation Realm cultivator was a disaster to any force in Oghara.
After a while, different groups started to leave one after the other. The treasure had been taken by the Bloody Rose, which was most likely the sect of the invisible killer; there was no use staying here.
In the future, they would be sure to avoid anyone from the Bloody Rose, at least until they had their own Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
Seeing everyone leaving, the old man stopped staring at the corpse and rose into the air.
"Bring him," he said as he flew away.
Two disciples at the Foundation Establishment Realm quickly went down and carried the body and head of the dead senior out of the water before following the others.
.....
Resting inside his room, Gu Chen suddenly received a notification that the mission had been completed and he had been rewarded with 2000MP.
A smile formed on Gu Chen’s face as he summoned his system.
.....
The Villainess Management system!
Host: Gu Chen!
Org: Bloody Rose!
Org rank: Bronze
MP: 2599/1000
Members: 1
...
Inventory/ Store/ Skills.
....
He now had enough MP to level up again. Gu Chen didn’t hesitate and immediately chose to level up, and a thousand MP was immediately deducted from his balance.
....
(Ding! The organisation has been upgraded!
The strength of the forcefield has increased!
Strength: Spirit Transformation Realm!)
.....
Gu Chen’s smile grew, and he checked his system’s main page again.
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The Villainess Management system!
Host: Gu Chen!
Org: Bloody Rose!
Org rank: Silver
MP: 1599/10,000
Members: 1
...
Inventory/ Store/ Skills.
....
The rank of his organisation had changed from bronze to silver, and the amount of MP needed for the next level up had risen to 10,000.
He was mostly happy about the strength of his forcefield increasing; his home was becoming safer.
But Gu Chen couldn’t help but frown. He had noticed something about how the system levelled up.
The price of each level-up seemed to be ten times that of the previous one.
If that was the case, doesn’t that mean he would need a hundred thousand MP to level up again after the next one?
"Good gracious, then will I need a million or ten million to level up someday?!" Gu Chen exclaimed, not daring to think about it.
He sincerely hoped to be wrong; was the system trying to rob him till he didn’t have a robe to his name?
While Gu Chen was praying to the system, Feng Shuran returned.
"Master!" She called out excitedly as she entered the room.
Her eyes fell on Gu Chen, and a bright smile immediately appeared on her face as she rushed to sit next to him.
"I see you got it," Gu Chen smiled back.
"Mm, I did, and it was very easy. I didn’t use the formation plate you gave me." She reported, sounding like a little girl who was showing her father her semester results.
"That’s good, give." Gu Chen nodded and stretched out his open palm, asking Feng Shuran to hand it over.
It wasn’t that he was stingy, but he needed it more than she did. Those things cost over 10,000MP, he couldn’t buy them casually, so he had to keep the free ones well.
But Feng Shuran misunderstood him, thinking that he wanted the needle.
She wanted to give it to him too and didn’t want to keep it for herself unless he told her to.
So she happily took out the black needle and tried placing it on Gu Chen’s palm.
"!!!" Gu Chen was secretly horrified when he saw the black needle and quickly moved his hand away.
He was able to recognise the grade of the weapon. An Immortal-grade magical treasure that was naturally formed.
If a non-cultivator like him were to touch it, it would immediately pierce his hand since it had not been refined yet and was still wild.
Feng Shuran had to make the needle recognise her first before he could touch it!