Chapter 126 Patience

A child's possessiveness is extremely strong, and the Demonic Pill’s possessiveness is even stronger. Moreover, if it could, it could act without any rationality whatsoever.

These past two years, with Zheng Fan gradually growing stronger, it had been suppressed somewhat, or perhaps it was because of Tian Tian's appearance that its thoughts and attention had been diverted.

At least, it wasn't like the earliest days, when it took advantage of being a soul body, not needing to eat or drink, and simply sealed itself inside a stone.

But at critical moments, the jealousy could still erupt.

After possession, Zheng Fan's body and the power within that body, plus the Demonic Pill's power, formed a certain degree of amplification, but this amplification effect wasn't significant. To be precise, it wasn't as great as the first few times, because the Demonic Pill was now two realms behind.

Now, after some tidying up and gathering, it could probably reach the realm of Fifth Grade Middle or above. The woman's realm had just declined to Fourth Grade, a difference of one grade, and the strength gap was still large. But it wasn't as if they couldn't fight. Otherwise, Zheng Houye himself wouldn't have been able to block the woman's series of attacks with just the Wuya Saber at the very beginning.

Fighting relies on two things: hard strength, and if hard strength isn't enough, then experience.

A battle of life and death,

Both are indispensable.

Zheng Fan's hand grabbed the woman's hand, a sinister smile on his lips.

The current Zheng Fan was controlled by the Demonic Pill.

The woman's eyes narrowed, and she forcefully exerted her wrist, but Zheng Fan actively leaned in. Water ripples spread around, but his body moved against the current, using the woman's strength to stick to her body.

Seeing this, the woman quickly flipped her hands, grabbing Zheng Fan's wrists, while her legs immediately locked onto Zheng Fan's thighs.

But Zheng Fan had no intention of using his hands or feet to attack.

Instead, he used his head to slam hard into the woman's chest!

"Bang!"

Even though the woman had qi and blood protecting her body, this strike still made her chest feel stuffy and her throat a little sweet.

Most importantly, being attacked in this area by a man inevitably caused a sense of shame and annoyance, even though she knew that in a fight, nothing should matter.

But reason is reason, and emotion is emotion.

The next moment, the woman pushed downward with her legs, her body rising upward, taking Zheng Fan, who was bound to her, with her.

"Bang!"

The ice above was broken open, and the woman and Zheng Fan returned to the surface of the river together.

Once out of the water, everyone could move freely.

The woman grabbed one of Zheng Fan's wrists with both hands and exerted force. "Crack," Zheng Fan's wrist was directly dislocated.

Zheng Fan used his dislocated wrist to draw an axis, exerted force from his waist, twisted his body first, then rotated, and finally swept his foot into the woman's head.

"Bang!"

The woman's head spun. Thankfully, she had the physique of a martial artist, and although she didn't have time to block, she had time to turn her qi and blood into protective qi to protect her head.

Immediately afterward, Zheng Fan kicked the woman's leg, directly dislocating it as well.

"Crack..."

"..." The woman.

Zheng Fan's leg was like a fishhook, allowing him to trap the woman's neck. His body rotated another half circle, and the remaining good hand took the opportunity to pull out a dagger from his boot and thrust it directly at the woman's neck.

The dagger was forged by the Third Master of the Pingxi Marquis household.

Death upon drawing blood!

"Buzz!"

A wave of qi erupted from the woman's body, along with a cloud of blood mist.

The tyrannical force struck Zheng Fan's body.

This was the most direct qi and blood burst. The principle was to release the qi and blood in one's body in the most uneconomical way possible in a short period of time.

All cultivators with qi and blood in their bodies knew this move. When Xue San first came into contact with this move, he said that it was like using a blood-letting move when playing video games.

This was a real... blood-letting move.

If the woman hadn't been forced into a dead end by Zheng Fan, she would never have chosen to do this.

Zheng Fan didn't resist at all, allowing the force to send him flying. His body began to dissipate the force in the air. When he landed, the muscles in his back formed an arc, allowing him not to break through the ice and continue to slide along the ice surface, dissipating as much force as possible.

Finally, his body stopped.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Two crisp sounds came again as the dislocated arm and leg were put back into place.

Zheng Fan stood up, tilted his neck.

It was a pity. The dagger hadn't managed to hit the woman's neck. If it had, this battle would have been over.

From the counterattack underwater to the offensive on the surface of the water, the woman's reactions were all within the Demonic Pill's calculations.

For the Demonic Pill, all he had to do was use his daddy's low-level account to solve the woman's high-level account beyond the level.

Now, it seemed that he had failed to complete it.

But the injuries on his body were limited, while the woman's injuries were considerable.

The woman had already forcibly dropped her realm, and then was forced to release her qi and blood. Even if she was now in the Fourth Grade realm, the depletion of her qi and blood was enormous.

Rich experience, fierce offensive, utilization of one's own conditions, and the fact that his daddy had used Wuya to break the woman's weapon... the whip, had given him the opportunity for close combat.

The Sword Saint had learned from the Jingnan King how to calculate and fight.

In this respect, the Demonic Pill was definitely better.

Because the body he was using wasn't his own.

As long as he didn't exhaust himself to death, it didn't matter if he was crippled.

In fact, he was quite willing to see his daddy paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life, so he wouldn't run around picking flowers and finding stepmothers for himself.

On the other side, the woman landed on the ground, kneeling on one knee. Her original colorful clothes had turned a single red. She gritted her teeth, her face showing shock and anger.

In the previous exchange, she was indeed a little afraid of the Marquis of Great Yan in front of her.

Such a state of mind, such calculations, no wonder he was the new generation of military god of the Yan Kingdom.

As for Zheng Fan, his chest twisted several times, and he patted it several times with his palm, pushing the broken ribs back into place, not to heal them, but to prevent them from affecting his next movements.

After doing this, Zheng Fan lowered his body, his hands only a little above the ice surface, his head raised, like a spider lying on the ground.

The woman didn't launch the next attack directly, and Zheng Fan didn't choose to turn around and run away.

The gap between the strengths of the two sides had grown in the previous round.

For the Demonic Pill, why run?

He was afraid of Tian Wujing, and it wasn't shameful. He really couldn't beat him.

Which of the other Demon Lords wouldn't be afraid to face Tian Wujing in his current state?

But facing an opponent he had a chance of defeating, hehe, why run?

Fighting was exciting, fun, and interesting.

Even, at the thought that if he lost and killed his dear old dad, those six guys might also die, the Demonic Pill felt... so happy.

Zheng Fan smiled, the corners of his mouth splitting into an arc. The arc was too large, causing the skin to tear a little.

But in the Demonic Pill's view, this was a real smile.

Even, he didn't forget to say: "Are your bastards worthy of entering my house?"

At this time, Zheng Houye's consciousness began to awaken from the chaos.

The vision was the same, but that was all.

Zheng Fan remembered that the Demonic Pill had only lent him strength before, and he had controlled the body himself. But this time, Zheng Houye didn't intend to take over command.

Why not use a more professional substitute?

However, Zheng Houye also began to call out in his heart.

Son, advance...

Son, advance...

This assassination wasn't a carefully designed plot.

It originated from a neighbor visiting one day and saying to Wei You from the same village: "I heard that the Pingxi Marquis has arrived in Shangchuan County."

Wei You heard this and began to wipe his long-sealed Pilong Spear that night.

The woman saw it, fed the two older children and breastfed the youngest, and asked, "Do you want to kill him?"

Wei You nodded, his eyes involuntarily falling on the children.

The woman was impatient and urged, "Kill him then. Don't be so wishy-washy. I'll go with you."

Then, they found another person, Kong Shanyang.

Kong Shanyang was a Jin native. His joining was actually a coincidence. He was invited by Xu Wenzu.

Of course, this didn't mean that Xu Fatty had gone crazy and wanted to find someone to kill Zheng Fan, nor did it mean that Xu Wenzu was the mastermind behind this assassination.

Xu Wenzu invited Kong Shanyang to form a new Qintian Prison in Yingdu to measure solar terms and disasters.

It was equivalent to a branch of the Qintian Prison in Yanjing City.

The Yan court was managing Jin as its own territory, so it naturally hoped that Jin talents could be used by the court, and this naturally included people like Kong Shanyang.

Kong Shanyang came, and then, before Wei You planned to take action, he went to Yingdu and met Kong Shanyang.

He directly said, "I want to kill the Pingxi Marquis. Will you help me?"

Kong Shanyang, who was already waiting for the conferment of official robes, hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Everything was impromptu.

Ma Quezi and the others were also impromptu. One was to test the waters, and the other was that one of Ma Quezi's men had flirted with his wife in the village, so he would send them on their way.

No one would believe that a water bandit like Ma Quezi would gain an advantage in front of the Sword Saint.

An impromptu team, an impromptu plan to kill the Pingxi Marquis. How could the Secret Intelligence Division have investigated it in advance by peeling away the layers?

Moreover, the location was chosen in Wangjiang.

But it was precisely because of this impromptu plan that things could never be completely meticulous.

The woman's first confrontation with the Demonic Pill was one of them.

The second was that Zheng Houye knew that in the woman's current situation, if the Demonic Pill could advance, his side's strength would be greatly improved.

If he could advance two levels, then the distance to steady happiness wouldn't be far away.

But the Demonic Pill didn't respond to Zheng Houye's call.

When the Demonic Pill was one realm behind, the Demon Lords, including Zheng Fan, the master, thought that the Demonic Pill was acting up.

But when the Demonic Pill was two realms behind, people couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, how could he endure it?

Or rather, what was the purpose of his patience?

The night he killed Zhao Jiulang, Zheng Houye spent some time talking to his son, but the Demonic Pill still didn't level up.

He was really restraining himself.

Now, it was the same.

The woman moved again.

On the other side, the Demonic Pill, holding the dagger horizontally, also moved.

The woman's qi and blood burst out again. This was a ruthless and decisive direct confrontation with her own origin. She only had one thought in her mind now: kill this Marquis of Yan!

The Demonic Pill's choice was even simpler.

When the two sides were about to touch each other, his feet directly stepped into the ice cracks that he had noticed when he was rushing forward. The Demonic Pill's vision was actually different from ordinary people's. His perspective was gray and white. It seemed to have lost a lot of color, but it could also eliminate a lot of falsehood. Therefore, the surrounding environment was actually clearer in his "eyes", including the thickness of the ice.

"Bang!"

The moment before the woman rushed over, Zheng Fan fell into the ice again.

"Ah!"

The woman let out a roar and punched the ice in front of her.

The ice shattered, raising a large cloud of water mist, but it couldn't harm Zheng Fan under the water at all. Water itself was an excellent protection.

Under the water, Zheng Fan spread out his hands, not running away, just swimming there, as if saying, you can come down again.

After punching, the woman didn't dare to continue venting. Her physical condition had been depleted due to her youngest son's premature birth, and she had suffered repeated injuries today. She couldn't be reckless anymore.

The woman turned and walked to the other side.

Below, Zheng Fan continued to swim underwater.

One must be patient with prey.

The woman walked a distance to the west and reached out. A whip that had been left there flew into her hand.

Then, the woman lowered her head and looked at Zheng Fan under the ice again.

The Demonic Pill didn't need to consider the problem of holding his breath at all. To be precise, he could allow Zheng Fan's body to maintain a state of suspended animation underwater, and he didn't have to worry about unconsciousness. It was his dad who was unconscious, not him.

"Rise!"

The woman's whip was like a spirit, directly breaking through the ice and entering the water.

Zheng Fan also moved at this time, his body rising rapidly.

The whip was like a python, instantly wrapping around Zheng Fan's waist, pulling him upward.

"Bang!"

The ice was broken again.

Zheng Fan was caught like a fish being fished up. This time, the woman deliberately didn't give him a chance to get close, but lengthened the whip as much as possible.

In the air, the whip began to tighten.

She poured her strength into the whip, and she would strangle Zheng Fan to death in the air from a distance, even at the cost of never returning to the Third Grade.

This feeling was like flying a kite.

Flesh and bones began to be squeezed frantically.

A strong person is very fragile when facing an organized cavalry.

But if he only faces one person, and his strength is completely focused on you, that feeling...

But Zheng Fan's expression didn't change at all, and even his signature exaggerated expression was still maintained.

Blood began to overflow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, which meant that this crazy squeezing force had already damaged his organs.

The woman continued to exert force.

She wouldn't give the Marquis of Yan any chance at all, absolutely not!

However, at this moment, a red stone slid down the whip like a bell on a kite string, from top to bottom.

Of course, the woman had an impression of this red stone. Earlier, she could say that she had knocked the Marquis of Yan to the ground and was preparing to step forward to take his life when the activation of this stone magic tool led to a series of changes that followed.

Most frighteningly, there was actually a dagger stuck on the stone.

In fact, the speed of the stone's sliding wasn't fast. It was a normal parabolic speed, but it was precisely because of the previous abnormality of this red stone, especially now that the stone was stuck with a dagger like an assassin holding a short weapon about to take the opportunity to kill you.

In this world, very few people understand the relationship between the Demonic Pill and Zheng Fan. Even old Tian and the current Sword Saint only know that Zheng Fan may have a spirit companion by his side because of some adventure, and that's all.

The woman's pupils began to dilate.

Then, she had to remove some of the force and forcefully swing her hand to smash the red stone in an extremely tyrannical way.

"Bang!"

The stone and the dagger were knocked away.

But that was just an empty nest.

Fortunately, the stone came from the core of a meteorite and had been polished by Xue San, so the Demonic Pill's nest wasn't broken.

But the woman's removal of force, this opportunity, was captured by the Demonic Pill, who was still in control of Zheng Houye's body. Or rather, this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

His wrist grabbed the whip, and his body began to rotate, like rolling in a quilt. The whole person rolled down.

Seeing this, the woman didn't give Zheng Fan another chance to get close to her. The whip was directly drawn horizontally.

However, Zheng Fan suddenly opened his mouth at this time and let out a sharp roar.

This roar carried a mental attack. This was a previously hidden method!

The woman didn't expect that the Marquis of Yan had so many unique skills hidden on his body. No, this wasn't something that a martial artist could master at all. It was more like a method used by ghosts and monsters.

Therefore, the woman was affected. Her mind was momentarily lost. This was the timing, this was the opportunity!

In the end, the whip didn't have time to send Zheng Fan flying, and Zheng Fan reappeared in front of the woman.

And Zheng Fan was holding another dagger in his hand.

After all, people have two boots, so of course they hide two daggers!

The woman had no other defenses.

Winning meant sending the dagger into her body!

However, at this moment, the clothes on the woman's chest suddenly cracked open. Then, a red whip suddenly flew out, directly wrapping around Zheng Fan's neck, equivalent to pinching Zheng Fan's neck and lifting him up!

In an instant, all previous calculations and plans were in vain in the face of this move!

The dazed look in the woman's eyes faded away.

What replaced it was a sense of relief.

She had won.

She really didn't expect that the Marquis of Yan was so difficult to deal with, even... terrifying.

Zheng Fan's hands grabbed the red rope and used the dagger to cut it, but he didn't know why the dagger could only slide over it without being able to exert any force at all. He couldn't cut it.

Seeing this, the woman said, "This is a whip I made with the umbilical cords of my children."

"Bang!"

Zheng Houye was knocked to the ground.

The woman's foot stepped on Zheng Fan's chest, and the red whip continued to strangle Zheng Fan's neck.

At this time, the woman could step on the chest of the Marquis of Yan and collapse it, or step on his head and explode it.

She did intend to do so.

But she still wanted to say a word in her heart.

Just like when Zheng Houye killed Zhao Jiulang in the capital, he deliberately pulled Zhao Jiulang aside and talked to him for a long time, accompanying him to watch the sunrise.

Since ancient times, it's not that the villain dies because of too much talk, but that anyone finds it hard to resist the pleasure of saying a few words in front of a dying opponent after defeating them.

Moreover, the battle between the two had widened the distance from the Sword Saint, so it was very safe.

Especially, the sentence that Zheng Fan (the Demonic Pill) had said earlier made the woman very angry and resentful!

If she didn't say it, didn't return it, she wouldn't feel happy!

Her husband wanted to kill the Pingxi Marquis for a pleasure, and she helped her husband kill for a pleasure so that her husband would be happy and she would be happy.

Therefore, it was about being happy!

"You actually said that my children are bastards, hehehe, I'm telling you, I was betrothed to my senior brother by my father, and I'm my senior brother's wife by proper marriage. My children have names and surnames, and they have fathers and mothers.

Bastards?

Hehe, your child is the damn short-lived bastard, right?"

"..." The Demonic Pill.

"Huff..."

That felt good.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief.

She cursed back and felt comfortable in her heart.

She lifted her foot, preparing to send the meritorious Marquis of Great Yan to the Yellow Springs.

And just at this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from the bottom of Zheng Houye's heart.

It was suppressed, dull, and filled with real anger and calmness that Zheng Fan, the father, had never seen before, almost boiling to the extreme.

"Dad... I want to advance."