180: Chapter 180 Using a Lightning-Attracting Talisman to Instantly Kill the Evil Cultivator!

A pot-bellied middle-aged man suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

This was the famous real estate tycoon of Jiangcheng, Chu Mushang, who was also the biological father of Chu Tianjiao.

Chu Mushang pushed through the crowd, scrambling out on his hands and knees.

He dropped to his knees right in front of Su Yun with a thud.

Chu Mushang no longer cared about saving face.

He grabbed Su Yun's pant legs tightly, his face covered in tears and snot.

"Master Su! Immortal Su!"

"Please, save my son!"

"My Chu family only has this one heir! If he dies, I won't be able to go on living either!"

"As long as you are willing to act, I will give you anything you want!"

Su Yun lowered his head and looked at Chu Mushang, who was kneeling on the ground kowtowing.

He then looked up at Wu Ming and Ma Tengfei standing opposite him.

Su Yun's tone was extremely flat.

"I can save him."

"The consultation fee is one billion in cash."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room gasped.

One billion!

This was practically extortion!

Su Yun paid no attention to the gazes of others and continued speaking.

"This money is to be donated directly to the Tianji Charity Foundation."

"And it must be transferred immediately."

"If you are a second late, you can prepare to collect your son's corpse."

Upon hearing this, Chu Mushang didn't even hesitate.

Money can be earned again if it's lost.

But if his son was gone, his lineage would truly end.

With trembling hands, he took out his phone and dialed the CFO's number directly.

"Immediately! Right now! Transfer one billion to the Tianji Charity Foundation's account!"

"Don't ask why! If you can't get it done within five minutes, get out by tomorrow!"

The hall was strangely quiet.

Two minutes later.

The phone in Su Yun's pocket rang.

With a 'ding' sound.

In this enclosed environment, the notification sound was extremely clear.

Su Yun took out his phone and glanced at it.

One billion in cash, not a cent short, had already entered the Foundation's corporate account.

Su Yun put his phone back into his pocket.

He pulled a cloth bag from the inner pocket of his Taoist robe.

Opening the cloth bag, a row of silver needles of varying lengths was inserted inside.

Su Yun pulled out the three longest silver needles.

He didn't bother looking at Wu Ming again, instead walking directly toward Chu Tianjiao, who was lying on the ground convulsing.

Standing opposite, Wu Ming let out an extremely harsh sneer.

"Kid, you really are arrogant."

"The corpse poison in that stone has already entered his heart meridians."

"Even a celestial deity couldn't save him; let's see what you use to save him!"

Su Yun walked to Chu Tianjiao's side and crouched down.

Without even turning his head, he gripped the silver needles in his hand.

He stabbed a needle directly into a major acupoint on Chu Tianjiao's chest.

Su Yun's first needle went in extremely fast, piercing directly into the Tanzhong acupoint on Chu Tianjiao's chest.

Then, he flicked his wrist twice in succession.

The second and third silver needles were accurately inserted into the Baihui acupoint and Shenting acupoint on the top of Chu Tianjiao's head.

These three needles, while looking simple, actually required extremely meticulous technique.

They were precisely the Taiyi Divine Needles recorded in the complete version of the Ghost Valley Medical Arts.

Su Yun knew well that acupuncture alone could not suppress such dangerous corpse poison.

He secretly operated the Tai Xuan Qi Induction Mantra, mobilizing the spiritual energy of the first level of Qi Refining within his body.

Spiritual energy flowed along Su Yun's fingers and through the silver needles, pouring directly into Chu Tianjiao's body.

Chu Tianjiao, who had been convulsing violently while lying on the freezing cold floor tiles.

His body immediately stiffened.

Then, the convulsions in his limbs stopped completely.

The patch of black, foul-smelling corpse poison on Chu Tianjiao's neck.

Stopped spreading toward his heart.

Chu Tianjiao's originally purple lips slowly regained a bit of normal color.

His extremely weak breathing gradually became steady.

Chu Mushang, kneeling beside them, watched with his own eyes as his son was pulled back from the gates of hell.

He was so excited that his face was covered in tears and snot.

Chu Mushang prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed to Su Yun three times with loud thuds.

"Thank you, Immortal Su!"

"Thank you, Master Su, for saving his life!"

"My entire Chu family will never forget your great kindness!"

"In the future, if you have any orders, I, Chu Mushang, will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Su Yun didn't even lift an eyelid.

With his right hand gripping the ends of the silver needles, he was still continuously channeling spiritual energy into Chu Tianjiao's body.

Su Yun said in an extremely flat tone.

"Shut up, don't disturb me."

"His heart meridians are protected, and his life is temporarily saved."

Just at this moment.

Wu Ming, standing opposite, saw that Su Yun was busy applying needles to save someone.

He felt that Su Yun couldn't possibly free his hands to resist now.

Wu Ming let out two extremely unpleasant, strange laughs.

"Good kid, you really do have some skills!"

"But you, a greenhorn, are still too naive!"

"Since you love saving people so much, then go down to the underworld with him!"

Wu Ming raised the black wooden plaque stained with black blood in his hand.

He quickly chanted an extremely obscure and difficult incantation.

Following Wu Ming's chanting.

The four half-person-tall blue and white porcelain vases placed in the corners of the hall.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

All exploded into pieces.

Broken porcelain shards flew everywhere.

The temperature in the hall plummeted again.

Bursts of extremely freezing, strange winds whipped up from the ground.

These strange winds made people feel cold down to their bones.

The strange winds, carrying extremely strong baleful aura, gathered directly above Wu Ming's head.

In the blink of an eye.

These strange winds condensed into a huge black blade of energy over three meters long.

The energy blade exuded an extremely thick aura of death and a nauseating smell of blood.

Wu Ming's withered finger pointed directly at Su Yun, who was still crouching and applying needles.

"Go to hell!"

The huge black energy blade carried an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

It slashed down fiercely toward the top of Su Yun's head.

Its speed was ridiculously fast.

The surrounding wealthy businessmen saw this terrifying scene.

Scared, they scrambled in all directions, clutching their heads and screaming.

"Run quickly!"

"Someone's going to die!"

Chu Mushang was also scared, scrambling to hide on the side, unable to even care about his son lying on the ground.

Facing the black energy blade slashing down at his head, Su Yun didn't even dodge.

He calmly pulled out the three silver needles from Chu Tianjiao's head and chest.

Su Yun stood up unhurriedly.

He looked up at the black energy blade that was already closing in on his head.

Su Yun rolled his eyes.

He muttered to himself.

This old guy is always messing with these sinister things, doesn't he find them smelly?

It's truly an eyesore just to look at.

Su Yun quickly formed a seal with one hand.

He loudly recited the activation incantation for the Lightning Attraction Talisman.

"Mysterious Sounds of the Nine Heavens, summon the gods in haste."

"Once the Divine Thunder moves, no evil shall exist!"

"Thunder, come!"

As soon as the incantation finished.

Above the ceiling of the originally fully enclosed Qinglong Villa banquet hall.

An extremely deep rumble of thunder came directly from above.

The thunder was so loud it was deafening, and it felt like the whole room was shaking.

Everyone in the hall was subconsciously covering their ears due to the thunder.

The next second.

"Crack!"

A dazzling bolt of blue lightning as thick as a wrist.

Smashed directly through the thick roof structure.

A large, charred hole was forcefully blasted into the ceiling.

Gravel and cement dust fell down in a clatter.

This blue lightning carried an extremely fierce and righteous energy of heaven and earth.

It struck vertically onto the huge black energy blade.

In the face of true Heaven and Earth Thunder Arts, the black energy blade didn't even have a chance to resist.

It dissipated completely in mid-air.

It turned into a puddle of foul-smelling black water and crashed onto the floor tiles.

The remaining power of the lightning showed no signs of weakening at all.

Following the direction of the dissipated energy blade.

It struck directly onto the black wooden plaque that Wu Ming was holding in mid-air.

"Bang!"

That evil sect artifact plaque, which had been nourished by countless yin energy for over a decade.

Shattered directly into powder.

Not even a single wood splinter remained.

With his life-bound artifact destroyed, Wu Ming suffered extremely severe internal injuries.

He opened his mouth wide.

With a "wa" sound.

He spat out a large mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.

Wu Ming's legs went weak, and he fell heavily onto the freezing cold floor tiles.

The originally tattered gray Taoist robe on his body.

Shattered into strips of rags.

On his exposed, gaunt skin.

Large areas of charred marks appeared from being struck by lightning.

It was even emitting the burnt smell of roasted meat.

Wu Ming couldn't even say a word.

His eyes rolled back, and his whole body trembled incessantly.

He had completely lost all combat ability.

He collapsed limply to the ground, barely breathing.