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"This is..."

Upon seeing the black energy, Zhang Chulan immediately sensed something was wrong. He felt that the black energy was very dangerous, so he quickly retreated several steps to avoid the area where the black energy was spreading and retreated to the open space outside the cultivation furnace room.

Despite his quick reflexes, he was still affected. With each breath, subtle black energy flowed down his nasal cavity and invaded his lower dantian.

"Brother Liu..."

Seeing that Zhou Fengliu's figure was shrouded in the black energy spewed out by the black puppet, Zhang Chulan found it difficult to pull Zhou Fengliu out.

"Zhang Chulan, why aren't you smashing the furnace properly? What are you doing staring at me like this?"

Chapter 179 Zhang Chulan's account has been stolen! (Second update)

Zhou Fengliu's voice came from inside the cultivation furnace room, which finally made Zhang Chulan breathe a sigh of relief.

Brother Liu is still Brother Liu... He's a legend everywhere.

Inside the cultivation furnace room, Zhou Fengliu held the mechanical head of the black puppet in his left hand and casually tossed it to the ground.

He clapped his hands, showing his disgust towards the black puppet whose head he had ripped off.

What use is this thing other than spraying him with ash?

Zhou Fengliu, who was already almost immune to Gu poison, naturally looked down on the Black Puppet's methods.

In less than two minutes, he had cleaned up all the beautiful dolls in the cultivation furnace room.

"Zhang Chulan...where is he? You promised to smash the furnace!"

Zhou Fengliu glanced around the cultivation furnace room but didn't see Zhang Chulan. When he stepped out of the furnace room, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

As far as the eye could see, Zhang Chulan was curled up on the ground, his expression one of great pain.

"Brother Liu... the dark energy is poisonous..."

Zhang Chulan's vision was blurry when he saw Zhou Fengliu approaching him, and he spoke a reminder a second before losing consciousness.

Seeing Zhang Chulan close his eyes, Zhou Fengliu belatedly rubbed his forehead.

He just forgot something.

His body could resist Chen Duo's poison, but Zhang Chulan couldn't...

The crucial point was that he hadn't expected the black puppet to suddenly spew poison...

But it's not a big problem.

According to the original novel, Zhang Chulan has a nascent soul inside him... He won't die, at most he'll just be unconscious for a while.

Zhou Fengliu shifted his gaze from Zhang Chulan to the body-cultivating furnace in the room not far away.

"Old Ma, don't blame me for smashing your furnace... it was all arranged by the higher-ups."

He originally wanted Zhang Chulan to be the villain, but unfortunately, the unlucky Zhang Chulan was forced into the trap, so he had no choice but to play the villain himself.

He sighed and then went back into the meditation room.

...

As Zhou Fengliu used his internal Qi manipulation technique, his left hand was enveloped by a Qi that was almost solidified in a short time.

Facing the incense burner that resembled the Taj Mahal in Hong Kong, he gently placed his left hand on the burner.

hum-

As the Qi within the Zhou Feng fluid diffused to a single point on the body-cultivating furnace, the entire furnace body began to shake violently.

Within two seconds, irregular cracks appeared on the furnace body, and these cracks emitted flowing light, like the veins of the cultivation furnace.

boom--

With a loud bang, under Zhou Fengliu's precise infusion, the body-cultivating furnace that craftsman Ma Xianhong had painstakingly handcrafted finally shattered under the strain.

The immense impact transformed the fragments of the cultivation furnace of varying sizes into deadly projectiles that scattered in all directions.

Done...

After Zhou Fengliu blew up the cultivation furnace, he felt a little guilty towards Ma Xianhong, but not much.

Old Ma is in a terrible situation...

But Zhou Fengliu's life was also quite miserable.

I came here to rest, but my boss called and now I have to work overtime...

As for Old Ma's hard work, he didn't want to trample on it... There was nothing he could do; it was all work, and since people paid him, Old Ma had to suffer.

...

After destroying the cultivation furnace, Zhou Fengliu prepared to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a scene that surprised him.

Zhang Chulan, who had been unconscious, slowly stood up, his eyes glowing with blue and white light, muttering to himself, seemingly saying something unintelligible.

He looked left and right, sometimes his whole body radiating golden light, sometimes using the Yang Five Thunders and transforming into the Thunder and Lightning King, seemingly... adapting to this body.

"..."

Zhou Fengliu, who witnessed this scene, knew very well that Zhang Chulan's account had been taken over.

Don't even mention it... this Nascent Soul cultivator's Golden Light Spell and Thunder Techniques are even more refined than Zhang Chulan's when he was conscious...

Just as Zhou Fengliu stepped out of the cultivation furnace room, Zhang Chulan, who was in his Nascent Soul stage, noticed him.

Zhang Chulan chuckled, as if he had discovered something interesting, and charged towards him with an arrogant, domineering gait.

"?"

how?

Coming towards me?

Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow upon seeing this.

...

The scene changes.

While Zhou Fengliu was smashing the furnace, Qiu'er also brought Ma Xianhong to the center of the village.

Even someone as dim-witted as Ma Xianhong could tell something was wrong with Qiu'er's behavior of running away without a fight.

"What are you plotting?"

Seeing that the ball had stopped running, Ma Xianhong frowned and questioned him.

"Well... you guess."

Qiu'er's attitude of giving up angered Ma Xianhong.

"It doesn't matter, I don't need to know. You lot... I'll deal with you one by one!"

As Ma Xianhong spoke, he released his magical artifact.

"No need to pack them one by one, they've all come."

As soon as Ma Xianhong finished speaking, the temporary worker from Central China, Hei Guan, came into view.

In addition, Feng Baobao and Xiao Zizai also appeared in two different directions.

With Lao Meng arriving late, the five temporary workers gathered one after another in the center of the village, while a group of villagers from Biyou Village, who were eager to watch the excitement, followed closely behind, chasing after the temporary workers all the way here.

An extremely chaotic battle is about to begin.

"Brothers, let's take them down! For the leader! Charge!"

Upon seeing Ma Xianhong, the villagers of Biyou Village became even more eager to fight, each one of them acting as if they had been injected with adrenaline, wanting to prove themselves in front of Ma Xianhong.

But the result speaks for itself...

If it weren't for these few temporary workers putting in so much effort, the grass on their graves would probably be growing tall by now.

Seeing the villagers being crippled one by one by these outsiders because of them, Ma Xianhong frowned. He knew clearly that the level of this battle was beyond the reach of these villagers who had only recently become superhumans.

He shouted at the crowd:

"Get out! All of you get out! You're just an obstacle to me here!"

"The leader..."

"Master, we're not leaving..."

"I, as the leader of this cult, command you! Get out of here!"

Seeing that the villagers were still disobedient, Ma Xianhong then manipulated the "Kong Kuhou," a magical artifact resembling a lion's head in mid-air, to launch a shockwave at the ground, scattering everyone.

Under the shockwave of the empty roar, the villagers scattered to avoid the attack, and the situation changed in a few breaths to five temporary workers fighting against Ma Xianhong alone.

"All of you come at me together!" Ma Xianhong said, looking around at the crowd after dispersing the other villagers.

Faced with Village Chief Ma's "warm invitation," the five temporary workers present did not stand on ceremony and each used their own methods to rush towards Ma Xianhong.

Feng Baobao from North China, holding her Okamoto 0.01 dagger, was looking for an opportunity.

The black pipe from Central China and Xiao Zizai from East China applied pressure with a frontal feint attack, while Qiu'er from Southwest China provided flank support and Lao Meng from Northwest China provided edge coverage.

Despite it being their first time working together, everyone felt that the collaboration went smoothly, as if it were not their first time working together.