139: Chapter 139 Ruthless Killing

Ye Yun glanced at her, shook his head, and signaled that there was no need for her to say anything more.

His gaze was calm as water, revealing not a ripple, as if the discarded Yao Beast Materials were nothing more than a few pieces of scrap metal.

He turned and walked towards the dense forest, his black figure quickly disappearing into the shadows of the trees.

Only faint footsteps remained, dissipating in the wind.

Han Ming watched Ye Yun's departing back, stunned for a moment.

Immediately, he burst into loud laughter, his laughter filled with complacency and arrogance.

He turned his head triumphantly to look at Zhou Ping, patted him on the shoulder, his voice loud enough that he wished the entire mountain forest could hear.

"Did you see that? The name of the Qingfeng Sword Sect is just that useful. A mere Loose Cultivator dares to challenge us?"

"Didn't he just obediently get lost? In this Tianyang Kingdom, who dares not give our Qingfeng Sword Sect Face?"

Zhou Ping hurriedly gave a thumbs up, his Face full of obsequiousness, wishing he could kneel down and lick the soles of Han Ming's shoes.

"Senior Brother Han is mighty! The name of the Qingfeng Sword Sect works wherever you go! Senior Brother Han is truly worthy of being the son of Elder Han; this prestige is something we could never learn. What kind of thing is that brat? Does he even deserve to challenge Senior Brother Han?"

Han Ming proudly raised his head and bent down to pick up the Yao Beast Materials on the ground.

He collected the Yao Beast Core of the Iron-Armored Lizard, the two heads of the Two-Headed Wolf.

And those animal skins, fangs, and claws, one by one into his own Storage Pouch.

As he collected them, the corners of his mouth stretched to his ears, his eyeballs almost falling into the Storage Pouch, and he kept muttering to himself.

"A Level 3 Middle Stage Peak Yao Beast Core; taking it back to the Sect can at least be exchanged for five hundred contribution points. This animal skin can also make a decent piece of armor, and the fangs can be used for Artifact Refining... Tsk tsk, this trip was a huge profit."

Wen Yulan stood in place, watching that greedy Face of Han Ming.

She was trembling with Qi, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms.

She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but knew that saying anything was useless.

Ye Yun had already left, and she was an injured Great Martial Master Sixth Level.

Plus, she had been hit by a sneak attack, her whole body was weak, and she simply could not stop Han Ming.

She could only watch helplessly as he stuffed the things that should have belonged to Ye Yun into his own Storage Pouch one by one.

A wave of deep powerlessness and sorrow surged in her heart.

After Han Ming finished collecting the Yao Beast Materials, he patted his bulging Storage Pouch, his Face full of satisfaction.

He turned and walked to Wen Yulan, his gaze once again wandering wantonly over her body.

From her slender neck, sliding down to the glimpse of skin peeking out from her chest.

Further down, it landed on her slender waist and straight legs.

He licked his lips, the greed and desire in his eyes almost overflowing.

The corners of his mouth hooked into a lecherous arc.

"Junior Sister Wen, don't let your Life Qi be disturbed anymore."

Han Ming said with a smile, his tone carrying a bit of fake gentleness, and reached out to touch her shoulder.

"It's just a few Yao Beasts, right? Once we return to the Sect, I'll just share some contribution points with you. What kind of relationship do we have? Why are you still fussing over these things with me? Rest assured, I, Han Ming, am not the type of person to hog everything for myself."

Wen Yulan looked at him coldly, turned to avoid his reaching hand, her eyes full of disgust and disdain, and said word by word.

"Han Ming, do you still have the Face to say such things? You abandoned us to run away, came back to snatch someone else's things, and now you want me to share them with you? I, Wen Yulan, am not that low. Stay away from me, and don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Han Ming's expression sank slightly, a trace of gloom and ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, but he quickly piled on a smile.

His tone became even gentler, but it revealed a kind of spine-chilling hypocrisy.

"Junior Sister Wen, that's not fair. That wasn't running away; it was a strategic retreat. If I hadn't run, who would have brought you reinforcements?"

"Although the reinforcements didn't arrive, the intention was there. We are fellow disciples; why must you speak so harshly?"

As he spoke, he moved half a step closer.

His right hand, however, quietly reached into his sleeve, his fingertips pinching a pinch of light pink powder.

The powder was extremely fine, almost colorless, and was gently shaken by his Mystic Power.

It turned into invisible dust, floating silently towards Wen Yulan.

His movements were extremely fast and his technique was practiced; clearly, this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Wen Yulan was in the heat of Qi and did not notice at all.

She just took a step back and said coldly, her voice full of determination.

"Han Ming, I don't want to talk to you. When we return to the Sect, I will report today's events truthfully to the Elder. You abandoned your fellow disciples to flee and snatched others' property; the Elder will naturally decide on these matters."

Han Ming's expression sank completely, a trace of ruthlessness and killing intent flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it again.

He withdrew his hand, sighed with feigned helplessness, spread his hands, and looked innocent.

"Junior Sister Wen, you are being unreasonable. We are fellow disciples; why must we make things so awkward? How about this, I will keep the Yao Beast Materials for now."

"Once we return to the Sect, we can divide them slowly. You should calm down first and don't make yourself sick with Qi. Look at you, injured like this; it pains me to see it."

After saying this, he turned and walked towards Zhou Ping, lowering his voice.

"Let's go, go over there and talk."

The two walked to a large tree not far away.

Han Ming looked back at Wen Yulan and Su Wan, confirming that they could not hear.

Only then did he lower his voice and speak, his tone full of calculation.

"How do we divide the Materials of these two Yao Beasts?"

Zhou Ping's eyes lit up, rubbing his hands, his Face full of anticipation.

"Senior Brother Han, the two of us, half each..."

Han Ming sneered, interrupting him, his voice as cold as a venom-dipped blade.

"Divide? Who said I would divide them with you?"

Zhou Ping's expression changed, and he subconsciously took half a step back, but stumbled because of the injury on his leg, almost falling.

He widened his eyes, looking at Han Ming in disbelief, his voice trembling.

"Han... Senior Brother Han, what do you mean by this? We have been following you."

Han Ming drew a short blade from his sleeve, the blade gleaming with a ghostly blue cold light.

It appeared particularly glaring in the dim forest; clearly, it was coated with a deadly poison.

He looked at Zhou Ping, his eyes full of killing intent, his voice as cold as the ice of the Nine Netherworlds.

"You piece of trash, all you know how to do is hold us back along the way. Zhao Yuan is dead; what are you still alive for? You still want to divide the things now? Keep dreaming."

Zhou Ping's Face was as pale as paper, cold sweat like rain on his forehead, stammering, his voice laced with a crying tone.

"Han... Senior Brother Han, you can't do this. How many things have I done for you? I did whatever you told me to do, I..."

Han Ming scoffed, without a shred of pity in his eyes.

"Following me? That's perfect; you can die for me now."

Before his words even faded, his figure erupted, the short blade tracing a ghostly blue arc, fast as lightning, directly aiming for Zhou Ping's throat.

Zhou Ping was terrified and wanted to block.

But his Great Martial Master Level 5 cultivation was simply not enough to look at in front of Han Ming.

The injury on his leg made him even more immobile, and he couldn't even dodge.

The blade light flashed, blood gushed like a fountain, and Zhou Ping widened his eyes.