Chapter 542: The Stolen Saint’s Multiple Misfortunes

Chapter 542: The Stolen Saint’s Multiple Misfortunes

It felt like there was some deep-seated grudge at play. With a thunderous clap, the wall seemed to tremble from the force of the strike.

The impact felt as if the heavens themselves were crashing down, pinning him beneath. The Heavenly South Stolen Saint, transformed into a little bug, was causing quite the ruckus.

Previously, even when he turned into a bug, he could withstand attacks—after all, ordinary folks didn’t pack much punch against insects, not even close to a battlefield fight.

But why was this guy treating a bug like a mortal enemy? Was he out for revenge for a dead father? Even striking a bug could shake the walls?

What was happening? Had he been spotted?

Though the Stolen Saint was hit hard, it was not yet fatal.

For now, he could only feign death, hoping to lower his opponent’s guard and make a getaway.

“Is it dead?”

Lin Nuo released his grip, and the bug fell from the wall, leaving behind a patch of blood.

The bug lay sprawling, utterly still, not a hint of life—almost like it was dead.

“It should be alive.”

Lin Nuo has always detested bugs flying around. If a swarm invaded, he might struggle, but with just one, he could dissect it if needed.

“Let’s give it a kick.”

Lin Nuo gathered strength again, leaping up to slam his foot down on the bug.

Bang!

Another loud crash echoed as his foot came down, and he didn’t stop there, further grinding it into the ground.

“Probably enough now.”

Lin Nuo lifted his foot. Though the bug was tiny, it was visibly flattened, with a little more blood spilled on the ground.

“Is it really dead?”

Lin Nuo questioned aloud, as bugs didn’t breathe or have a heartbeat like humans, making it hard to tell.

The Stolen Saint was taking a heavy hit. How brutal was this guy—after slamming him against the wall, an enormous pool of blood wasn’t enough; he needed to stomp on it too?

That stomping should’ve left anyone numb.

He could still hold on, though it hurt like hell.

Now, he was pretending to be squashed flat. As for the blood—it was his own. He looked just like a bug that had been stomped to death.

Yet, his nightmare was still far from over.

“Let’s burn it instead.”

After some intense mental wrestling (not really), Lin Nuo decided to use his usual method—fire.

Killing, burning the corpse, and scattering the ashes all in one go—Lin’s signature combo.

Flames erupted from Lin Nuo’s palm, which he hurled onto the bug.

It ignited! For such a little bug, it was surprisingly fiery, giving off quite the shine!

Now the Stolen Saint was really in trouble. He had experienced fire before, but Lin Nuo’s flames were fierce. He felt like an unyielding warrior enduring the heat.

After all, he was the Stolen Saint—not that easy to kill, but it sure wasn’t comfortable.

The burning sensation felt like being inside a furnace, and he was sure he’d soon be seeing things!

Endure! Wait! Just hold on!

But Lin Nuo wasn’t in a hurry; he enjoyed watching the flames consume the bug, even feeling it wasn’t burning hot enough, tossing in more flames to intensify the blaze.

The Stolen Saint could only surrender. Seriously? You’re being so cruel to a bug? Were you a world-ending demon in your past life?

This was the worst he’d faced since becoming a thief. In the past, when beaten or stomped on, it was just a fleeting pain. Now? A slap, a stomp, and then burning? This was insane! Were they going to scatter his ashes afterwards?

But he had to endure. After this job was done, he promised he’d make this little brat pay for being so ruthless!

After a while, the blaze finally subsided, and the bug was charred black. Now, he just had to continue feigning death.

Could it be that this guy wasn’t done yet? Was he really this bored?

“This bug isn’t much different from a burnt corpse.”

Lin Nuo spoke to himself, and the Stolen Saint felt like cursing under his breath.

Of course, bugs aren’t the same as people!

“Maybe it’s a mutated bug! I should keep it for research.”

Lin Nuo suggested an idea that left the Stolen Saint utterly shocked.

It had been burned to a crisp, and now they wanted to keep it for research? What research? Biological resurrection?

“Master, master! It sounds like someone’s spying outside! What should we do?”

A voice suddenly rang from outside the door. It was Ruo’er, sounding quite anxious.

“Hmm?”

Lin Nuo opened the door, and Ruo’er looked hurried, as if she’d stumbled upon a grave matter.

“Someone’s spying? Where?”

“In the woods outside the house.”

“Alright, take me there.”

With that, Lin Nuo grabbed some hidden weapons and Dao Fu, following Ruo’er outside.

The Heavenly South Stolen Saint finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he endured any more of this madness, he’d be facing a breakdown. Even if he survived physically, his spirit would shatter.

Being tormented by a madman felt worse than death.

Lin Nuo left, and now the Stolen Saint could finally move.

He was heavily injured but still needed to act. Clearly, he couldn’t stay in bug form—he had to return to human shape.

However, if he manifested as himself and got recognized, it would be troublesome.

So, he decided to take on Lin Nuo’s appearance.

He could maintain this disguise for a short while, but that was enough; the room wasn’t large, and he could search it first.

Pain coursed through him, but he had to grit his teeth and carry on since this was a task.

He planned to shut the door first, but then he collided with a graceful young woman.

“Junior Martial Brother, is everything alright in this room?”

Liu Shuqin came by to check on him.

The Stolen Saint replied, “…It’s fine. I need to rest right now. Please excuse me.”

With that, he reached for the door, intending to close it.

But just with one glance, Liu Shuqin sensed something was off.

Normally, junior martial brothers would extend their right hand first when shutting the door, but he was using his left.

Moreover, junior martial brothers would stand upright, while he displayed a slight hunch.

Also, his strides were too long, not how junior martial brothers usually moved.

Not to mention, his tone lacked the usual chill; the appeal of junior martial brothers partly lay in their enigmatic, aloof demeanor.

But he was too warm—just a hint of impatience.

With so many discrepancies, this wasn’t mere coincidence.

“Junior Martial Brother.”

Liu Shuqin stepped forward to block the Stolen Saint and produced a spirit stone from her robe, offering it to him.

“You mentioned wanting a Tian Stone before, right? I managed to buy one for you—here you go.”

As the Stolen Saint glanced at the spirit stone’s lustrous surface, he realized it must be quite a treasure. He might as well take it along.

“Thanks, that’s great.”

The Stolen Saint accepted it without hesitation, but just as Liu Shuqin was about to hand it over, she unleashed a Spirit Technique, striking him fiercely.

That power was no joke—it knocked the wind out of him!

“What are you doing? I’m your junior martial brother…”

The Stolen Saint tried to maintain his act, but he couldn’t fool Liu Shuqin. Without skipping a beat, she attacked again, forcing him to dodge.

Yet, to his surprise, he found himself moving awkwardly, as if his inner spiritual energy was being suppressed and couldn’t match Liu Shuqin’s pace.

What’s happening… Even with injuries, he should normally be able to dodge these hits!

Could it be because of that fire?

It suddenly clicked in his mind; the agile Stolen Saint had already been knocked down by Liu Shuqin.