144: Type 79 Miniature Anti-Tank Rocket Launcher

"You old hag, you... what about you."

"Now that your subordinates are gone, it's your turn!"

The corners of Yin Shu's mouth curled up, a hint of mockery appearing on his face.

"Boom!"

With a loud shout, Yin Shu's entire body surged with spiritual Qi as he unleashed a full-force strike toward the Old Woman's heart.

"Sizzle..." The surrounding air was compressed, letting out bursts of explosive sounds.

"Hah!"

Seeing this, the Old Woman was startled, but she was unwilling to just sit and wait for death. She immediately gathered her Yin energy and met Yin Shu's Ghost Palm head-on.

However, when her palm touched Yin Shu's Ghost Palm, a terrifying spiritual force surged toward her like a tidal wave.

It was clear she regretted it halfway through; the closer she got, the more she could feel the immense power condensed within Yin Shu's Ghost Palm.

This was simply not something she could hope to contend with.

[The strength of a Ghost General is actually this formidable; even if there were ten more of 'me', I would likely only be crushed.]

But at this moment, it was already too late for regret!

"Rumble!" A massive explosion echoed through the sky. The entire cave collapsed instantly under the aftershocks of the collision, as countless boulders tumbled down and dust filled the air.

In an instant, the once-sturdy cave was transformed into a ruin of debris. Within these ruins, Yin Shu stood completely unharmed, his right hand tightly clutching the weakened Old Woman.

Yin Shu looked triumphantly at the Old Woman in his hand, then turned to the Ghost Soldiers who had long been waiting outside and shouted, "Brothers, we're done here. Pack it up!"

"It's the food stalls tonight! We won't go home until we're drunk!"

"Yes, Lord Centurion!" the Ghost Soldiers responded in unison, their voices perfectly synchronized... Yinyou Valley — Jinglian Temple

In a remote valley, a pale-faced man sat cross-legged.

The surroundings were thick with ghostly aura, and ghosts circled around him, being continuously absorbed into his body.

"The Inner Scripture of the Fading Rainbow and Cold Yin states: one must first consume a boy's blood for seven days, then at the time of a Yin hour on a Yin date, refine and swallow a pill made from a young girl..."

"Why is it that I have used this method three times, yet still haven't succeeded? Could it be that the Primal Yang of the disciples and grand-disciples under my sect has already leaked away?"

"Just a little more, just a little more, just a little more!"

[I cannot give up... as long as I devour a few more ghosts, I can break through to become a fifth-rank Ghost King!] Cheng Kangzi thought to himself.

"Grandmaster! Something terrible has happened! The Soul Tablets of the disciples assigned to the Nanny's side have all shattered!" the disciple outside shouted, his voice trembling with anxiety.

Inside the room, Cheng Kangzi, who was sitting on a prayer mat, slowly opened his eyes, an imperceptible coldness flashing through them.

"Hmph, what's all the fuss about? It's just their souls being dissipated! What's so strange about that?" He spoke dismissively, as if the lives of those disciples had nothing to do with him.

He then closed his eyes again, forming hand seals to continue focusing on absorbing the continuous flow of ghostly power from his surroundings.

The disciple outside hesitated for a moment but eventually mustered the courage to ask again, "But Grandmaster, since that's the case, should we send some people to the border to investigate? Just in case..."

Before the disciple could finish, Cheng Kangzi waved his sleeve impatiently and barked, "No need! She's just an Old Woman without any background; why should I go to such great lengths for her? Do not disturb my cultivation again!"

Hearing this, the disciple's face instantly turned deathly pale, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Knowing the Grandmaster's temper, he didn't dare say another word and could only lower his head respectfully, saying, "Yes, Grandmaster." Then, as if granted a great reprieve, he hurriedly turned and left.

After the disciple left, the corners of Cheng Kangzi's mouth curled into a cold smile.

In his heart, the so-called Nanny was merely a scapegoat he could discard at any time.

Now that this pawn had lost its utility, there was naturally no need to waste energy worrying about whether she lived or died.

The only thing he truly cared about now was how to break through to the fifth-rank Ghost King realm as quickly as possible, thereby gaining the strength and bargaining chips to escape... Qiu Yanhui stared nervously at the box in front of her, her throat bobbing involuntarily as she let out a 'gulp' and swallowed hard.

"What exactly is inside this box? Could it be..."

Seeing Qiu Yanhui's look of anticipation, as if she were about to jump for joy, Niu Mengmeng couldn't help but smile slightly. She reached out with both hands and flipped open the lid of the long, heavy box.

The interior of the box was filled with thick, black shockproof foam, which tightly encased the items inside.

In the center of the shockproof foam lay a matte black, cylindrical object.

When Qiu Yanhui saw this "cylinder," she was completely stunned. Her pupils dilated instantly, and her mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg.

Then, she took a sharp breath and shouted with a trembling voice, "A Type 79 Miniature Anti-Tank Rocket Launcher!!!"

Hearing Qiu Yanhui's exclamation, Niu Mengmeng nodded proudly and said, "That's right. And this isn't just any ordinary Type 79 Miniature Anti-Tank Rocket Launcher; it's the latest result of the joint research between the Underworld and the Academy of Sciences! It's a brand-new version that perfectly combines spiritual power with modern technology." As she spoke, Niu Mengmeng gently patted Qiu Yanhui's shoulder.

"This is the first time the Underworld and the Special Affairs Bureau have engaged in a collaboration of true significance. As a second-rank Cultivator test subject, how could I be so insane as to let a girl like you take on a fourth-rank Ghost General alone?" Niu Mengmeng explained earnestly.

However, Qiu Yanhui still looked at Niu Mengmeng with suspicion, clearly not quite believing her words.

After all, this kind of high-level weapon wasn't something one could just use on a whim—'One shot fired, and a fourth-rank is in the ground.'

Niu Mengmeng seemed to see through Qiu Yanhui's thoughts; she shook her head with a smile and gestured for Qiu Yanhui to pull back the shockproof foam and take a closer look.

Qiu Yanhui took a deep breath and reached out with a trembling hand to lift the lower layer of the foam padding.

In that instant, six cold glints met her eyes—it was six whole Armor-piercing Shells!

"Holy crap!!! There are six of them!" Qiu Yanhui could no longer suppress the shock in her heart and couldn't help but scream out loud.

Niu Mengmeng was also slightly taken aback, but she quickly recovered, her mouth widening into a large grin.

"However, even though you have the Type 79 Miniature Anti-Tank Rocket Launcher plus six Armor-piercing Shells and all that gear on you... the question is, do you really think you can lift this rocket launcher with one hand?"