Chapter 287: The Little Villain is So Weak

Chapter 287: The Little Villain is So Weak

As a top-notch villain, Lin Nuo was skilled in murder and plundering.

Killing enemies while seizing treasures was a basic requirement for a villain.

Today’s haul was quite impressive; he picked up a tracking dart, the sharp Round Throwing Blade.

This thing was strong; as long as you knew how to use it, it was a divine artifact. Those few people used it to attack, unaware of its confusing feature.

The Round Throwing Blade could even create doppelgangers, but one needed to know the trick. As a reincarnator, Lin Nuo understood its essence much better than they did.

Along with some other hidden weapons and protective gear, he couldn’t just leave them behind; picking them up even if unused could yield some profit.

Lin Nuo searched their bodies for tokens and tossed one to Mu Yiting. She discovered it was a token used by her own faction.

“Why do they have this token?” Mu Yiting was puzzled.

“Let me break down the possibilities for you: First, they might have killed your people and taken it. Second, they were originally from your faction, just ones you’ve never met, and are now in rebellion. Third, your people teamed up with them to kill you, and this token was for moving around in your territory.”

“So… which do you think it is?”

“Any of them is possible. In the end, your situation is very dangerous. Let’s go, we need to leave the city first. You said someone would come to pick you up, right? Your people?”

“The Refining Demon Sect.”

“That’s good. Right now, the people from the Refining Demon Sect are more reliable than your own. At least they still have fighting capability and, for now, don’t mean to kill you; otherwise, you wouldn’t have made it this far.”

Lin Nuo said seriously while stuffing the hidden weapons into his clothes, but there were too many, and he couldn’t fit them all.

At that moment, having someone like Ruo’er around was handy; a Spirit Bag could store everything, and when you needed something, just pull it out—simple and convenient.

It was impossible for the Immortals to have the Spirit Bag Technique and the Demonic Path not. It must be that his skills were lacking, and he hadn’t grasped it.

But he was the world-ending great villain, at the pinnacle of the Demonic Path.

No matter, it definitely existed; he probably just thought it was a trivial matter and overlooked it.

However, there were indeed Spirit Techniques in the Demonic Path that could store items, hiding them in a spirit space for casual retrieval.

But that was advanced cultivation; the requirements for Demon Soul Power were high, and he couldn’t use it. He might as well rely on Ruo’er’s Spirit Bag.

The Spirit Bag Technique was an entry-level Immortal Technique, and there were likely similar low-level methods in the Demonic Path.

Enough talk, he needed to find a book on Demonic Path techniques to study; reviewing and learning could yield surprising finds.

Because of the recent fight, there was rising chaos, and government soldiers were rushing towards them. They needed to get out of the scene quickly.

“Let’s retreat and head outside the city,” Lin Nuo said, continuing towards the city gate with Mu Yiting.

Now Mu Yiting’s legs and arms were injured, making it hard for her to run. Lin Nuo considered carrying her.

However, carrying someone was quite exhausting; better to find some transportation.

That carriage from earlier.

Oh, he almost forgot—it overturned during a sharp turn, with people, horses, and the carriage all in a miserable heap.

Lin Nuo spotted someone riding a horse coming over, and an idea struck him. It was time to do what villains do.

He jumped in front of the horseback rider. The rider had no intention of stopping; they charged forward:

“What are you doing! Get out of the way, or I’ll run you down!”

“Stealing your horse.”

Bang!

Lin Nuo leaped and punched the person off the horse; they rolled several times upon hitting the ground.

Then, he directly took the horse for himself.

Great, villain achievement +1.

But thinking back, the most villainous thing he did was stealing horses.

After taking someone’s horse, that person was now horse-less.

Wonderful.

Lin Nuo steadied the horse and rode to Mu Yiting.

“Get on!”

With one hand, he pulled Mu Yiting onto the horse and immediately set off.

“This is a horse, right…? Where’s the carriage?”

“Same thing.”

“You stole this horse, didn’t you?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No problem, just asking. It’s too fast; I need to hold onto your waist.”

“Suit yourself.”

Lin Nuo galloped with the girl, racing toward the city gate.

The government soldiers were rushing over, discovering several corpses lying on the ground, with flames rising and a large pit.

“What’s this?”

They were puzzled, speculating that a fierce battle had taken place here.

“Look! Those two look like gangsters, and over there, isn’t that a wanted robber?”

At the scene, soldiers collected the bodies of the two gangsters and apprehended a robber.

Oh, they also discovered an unconscious man, collapsed next to his horse.

Just as they were about to bring the people back to report the situation, one soldier fell to the ground.

“What happened to him!?”

But barely had someone shouted when another fell down.

One after another, several soldiers collapsed, all exhibiting the same symptoms: their skin turned red and cracked, bleeding.

They weren’t dead yet, rolling on the ground in excruciating pain.

This was far too sudden; a whole group fell at once, with only two soldiers remaining unscathed.

“Quick! Call for a doctor!”

“Enough of that, just us left now. Hurry!”

…

Lin Nuo rode forward with urgency until he reached the city gate. Initially, he intended to use his identity as the third young master of the Xuanyun Sect to leave the city, but what met him at the gate was a shocking scene.

The gate’s guard soldiers were all collapsed, writhing on the ground in pain.

Actually, Lin Nuo had sensed something was off during his ride over; the townsfolk were in a frenzy, already a bad omen.

He glanced at the fallen soldiers and, as expected, saw that his predictions were confirmed.

The Blood Splitting Curse had started.

This chronic curse didn’t kill right away. When it first took effect, the affected’s body weakened, skin cracked, bleeding slowly, and the pain was unbearable.

But soon their condition would appear to improve, giving the illusion of recovery, only to worsen again, leading to death without any chance of restoration.

This city was about to fall into a dire plight.

Lin Nuo’s heart was unperturbed, and he even felt like laughing.

For a world-ending great villain, destroying a city was routine; it was simply a major move of a Demonic Path technique.

He even thought the Blood Demon Yu Sha was a weak move to destroy a city. As a peak villain, why bother being methodical and merciful? Just blast it to dust.

So, these little villains really are weak.

“Is this… the Blood Splitting Curse you told me about…? A bit scary…” Mu Yiting said anxiously.

“What’s so scary about it? Haven’t you seen bigger scenes?”

“This is your home city. You’re going to save them, right?”

“Save them? Not a chance; it has nothing to do with me.”

Lin Nuo continued riding, delivering Mu Yiting to her destination outside the city, where disciples of the Refining Demon Sect were already waiting.

He set her down and said:

“Leave quickly. If you don’t want to die, don’t go back into this city.”

Having said that, Lin Nuo rode back into the city.

This time returning, he was going to watch the show, to see how the mortal suffering unfolded, how the people of this city died one by one.

Mu Yiting sighed, ready to follow the Refining Demon Sect’s disciples away, when suddenly, a noble girl, Ling Meng, emerged from a shadowy corner.

“Who is that person?”

Looking at Lin Nuo riding away, Ling Meng asked.