386: Monthly Summary

"This..." Zhou Xun shook his head and said, "I can't be sure, but this big tree seems extremely ancient."

"Could it be a Celestial-grade spirit herb?" Chen Tianming asked curiously.

Celestial-grade spirit herbs are extremely rare, so much so that even some alchemists cannot refine them.

"It shouldn't be. How could a Celestial-grade spirit herb grow like this?" Zhou Xun shook his head.

Celestial-grade spirit herbs are very rare and difficult to find; if one truly existed, it would certainly be fought over by others.

That was why Chen Tianming had asked Wu Wenlong if he could tell whether this was a Celestial-grade spirit herb.

Wu Wenlong shook his head with a bitter expression. "Young Master Chen, I can't tell either. I suppose it's just some peculiar type of spirit herb!"

"Alright, let's do this: we'll search for a while, and if we don't find anything, we'll leave. How does that sound?" Chen Tianming asked.

"Mm, alright." Wu Wenlong nodded.

Thus, Chen Tianming and Wu Wenlong separated to search.

Chen Tianming scanned the surroundings with his divine sense but did not find anything else out of the ordinary.

Could it really be a Celestial-grade spirit herb? Chen Tianming thought to himself.

Regardless, obtaining a Celestial-grade spirit herb would be no easy feat for Chen Tianming.

"Huh? Brother Wu, I think I see people fighting up ahead." Chen Tianming's gaze was sharp; having noticed signs of a struggle, he flew over.

Seeing Chen Tianming fly over, Wu Wenlong followed closely behind.

Upon arriving, Chen Tianming discovered several people desperately attacking two other men.

"Smack."

The woman slapped one man away with a palm strike, then leapt up and kicked the other man.

"Whoosh."

The woman tapped her toes forward, lunged toward the man, and threw a punch.

The man was no match for the woman's attack and was knocked directly to the ground.

"Bang."

As the man fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The woman looked coldly at the man on the ground and then kicked him several more times.

"Ah!"

The man let out a miserable scream as his entire body was stomped to pieces by the woman.

Chen Tianming was secretly shocked; the woman's strength was so formidable that she could kill someone instantly.

"Damn, what a vicious woman!" Wu Wenlong couldn't help but curse.

A sinister voice came from nearby.

Chen Tianming frowned. The voice felt very familiar, but he couldn't quite place it for a moment.

"Wu Wenlong, I didn't expect you to still be alive. I thought you had died out there," the woman said viciously.

Wu Wenlong looked up at the woman, his eyes widening in shock.

"Ah, it's you?!" Wu Wenlong shouted.

Wu Wenlong's expression was filled with extreme terror. Seemingly recalling past events, he couldn't help but retreat a few steps in panic.

"What? Scared?" the woman mocked.

"That's right, my strength was higher than yours back then, and I only escaped by sheer luck," Wu Wenlong said, gritting his teeth.

The woman laughed, "Hahaha, you were lucky back then, but now, you won't be so fortunate. How about we have another duel today?"

"No!" Wu Wenlong screamed in fear.

"Smack." The woman sent several palm blades shooting toward Wu Wenlong with a "swish, swish, swish" sound.

Wu Wenlong retreated in fear, but the palm blades still caught up to him.

"Ah!" Wu Wenlong screamed as he fell to the ground, feeling immense pain all over his body.

The woman smiled triumphantly, then waved her hand, causing the palm blades to disappear.

Only then did Wu Wenlong notice a thin red needle in the woman's right hand.

The needle exuded intense toxicity, causing Wu Wenlong to feel excruciating pain, as if his body were about to be corroded away.

"You, what did you do to me?!" Wu Wenlong roared.

"Hehehe, I didn't do anything to you. This thing is called a Poison Needle, specifically for dealing with trash like you," the woman said coldly.

"You..." Wu Wenlong was furious. He hated that his martial arts weren't strong enough to protect his home or the woman he loved.

The woman said, "Hmph, Wu Wenlong, you're just a piece of trash. If you were a man, you should stand up and fight me. If you don't even have that much courage, then you really are trash."

Wu Wenlong was incensed by the woman's insults.

However, the woman was absolutely right.

Thus, Wu Wenlong took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Hmph, I won't fight you, because I am no match for you," Wu Wenlong looked coldly at the woman.

The woman laughed, "Wu Wenlong, I don't know how you managed to escape back then, but I'm telling you now: your life is about to end."

The woman waved her hand, and a wave of black mist surged from the void, attacking Wu Wenlong on the ground.

"Ah, help!" Wu Wenlong screamed in terror.

"Smack." As soon as Wu Wenlong's body moved, the woman slapped him back to the ground.

The woman continued to brandish the Poison Needle, stabbing at Wu Wenlong's body with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

"Ah, don't kill me!" Wu Wenlong screamed in fear.

"Hmph, it's too late to beg for mercy now, because I won't let you off," the woman said coldly.

The Poison Needle flashed through the air and pierced Wu Wenlong's chest.

"Pfft." Wu Wenlong spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turning dim.

"Hehehe, weren't you so impressive? Now I'm going to make you die," the woman sneered.

Looking into the woman's sinister eyes, Wu Wenlong knew that his prospects were grim.

He only hoped that Chen Tianming would come to save him quickly; otherwise, he was definitely done for.

Suddenly, the woman's expression changed, and with a "whoosh," she vanished from where she stood.

Chen Tianming didn't understand what had happened and hurriedly searched everywhere for the woman's tracks.

"Bang, bang, bang." Just as Chen Tianming was preparing to search the surroundings, he noticed something clearly wrong.

Wu Wenlong was scared out of his wits, his curled-up body looking utterly defeated.

"Wu Wenlong, if you trust me, leave it to me."

"Alright, of course I trust you, Brother Chen."

After saying this, Wu Wenlong's expression twisted and changed.

Zhou Xun watched everything clearly from the side, not missing a single detail.

Zhou Xun could roughly guess the relationship between the two. That woman's identity was extraordinary, but did her arrival here mean that his plan had been discovered?

"Zhou Xun, what are you standing there dazed for!"

"Watching the show. What's wrong? Everyone in Black City knows about you and Yue Xiaojie; she wouldn't really kill you."

Hearing Zhou Xun's words, Wu Wenlong had no interest in bickering; instead, he shrank back in fear, his eyes full of dread.

"Hmph!"

Zhou Xun was deeply disdainful of Wu Wenlong's display.