Chapter 474: Chapter 236: The Corpse Transformation Talisman Is Finally Used

Wu Kemin trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, his face streaked with tears and snot. His lips quivered, and though he seemed to want to say something, his words were a jumble of fear.

Watching Yang Qi approach step by step, he found the calmness in his eyes more terrifying than any ferocious expression.

"I... I was wrong! Spare me! Advisor Yang! No, Grandpa Yang! Spare my life!"

Wu Kemin suddenly dropped to his knees with a THUD. He kowtowed desperately, his forehead hitting the dead leaves and dirt with dull THUMPS as he cried and begged for mercy.

"I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything, just please don’t kill me! I can be your mole! I know a lot of secrets! I..."

Wu Kemin’s pleas were wretched, as if he had truly been scared out of his wits and was willing to betray everything.

However, just as his kowtowing slowed and Yang Qi was less than two meters away—

A crazed and deadly glint erupted in Wu Kemin’s eyes.

His kneeling body shot up like a spring!

His left hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, shot out like lightning. He brandished a gleaming military dagger and, with shocking speed, stabbed viciously at Yang Qi’s heart.

The move was ruthless and decisive, a stark contrast to the cowardly man who had just been begging for his life.

This was Wu Kemin’s true killing move!

Feigning weakness to get close for a life-or-death struggle.

Wu Kemin hadn’t made it to the position of core action team leader in Jiulian Mountain on marksmanship and intelligence alone; it was also thanks to this brand of unscrupulous, sinister decisiveness!

Unfortunately for him, he was facing Yang Qi.

The moment Wu Kemin sprang up, Yang Qi had already detected the subtle change in his muscles and the sudden burst of killing intent.

As Wu Kemin’s dagger thrust forward, Yang Qi’s figure flickered like a phantom.

In an instant.

Wu Kemin’s sure-kill strike only pierced the afterimage left in his place.

The cold dagger sliced through empty air.

Before Wu Kemin could react to his miss, a cold look flashed in Yang Qi’s eyes, and he focused his mind.

Divine Abilities—Every Blade of Grass a Soldier!

In that moment, the plants and trees within a several-meter radius of Wu Kemin seemed to spring to life.

A dead branch as thick as a wrist snapped up beside Wu Kemin like a viper and whipped viciously against his wrist!

"AHH—"

Wu Kemin cried out in pain, and the dagger fell from his grasp.

At the same time, tough vines on the ground animated, swiftly coiling around Wu Kemin’s ankles and locking his legs in place as he tried to retreat!

From above, several long, tough branches descended like whips, instantly binding Wu Kemin’s arms and waist.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Kemin was trussed up tight by the suddenly animate branches and vines. He was bound like a dumpling, unable to move, with only his head still able to turn.

"Mon... Monster! You’re a monster!"

Wu Kemin completely broke down.

Staring at the living plants all around him, his eyes filled with nothing but terror and despair as he began to scream hysterically.

This was completely beyond his understanding of the world!

Yang Qi watched him, expressionless, not bothering to ask any more questions.

It was hard to get a straight answer out of a desperate, vicious, and cunning criminal like him. Even if he did talk, it would take a great deal of effort to verify his words.

He didn’t have that kind of time, nor did he want to waste his breath.

With a thought, he commanded an especially tough vine coiled around Wu Kemin’s neck to tighten abruptly!

"Ugh... ghh..."

Wu Kemin’s screams cut off abruptly. His eyes bulged, his face turned a deep purple, and strange gurgling sounds escaped his throat. He struggled in vain, but the vines and branches binding him didn’t budge an inch.

A few seconds later, Wu Kemin’s legs gave a final kick, his head lolled to one side, and he went silent forever.

’It was the first time he’d killed someone with his own hands.’

Yang Qi stared quietly at Wu Kemin’s lifeless face, feeling surprisingly calm. There was none of the nausea, revulsion, excitement, or thrill he might have expected.

It was like brushing a speck of dust off his collar.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation and gaining power beyond that of ordinary mortals, Yang Qi’s mindset had already subtly changed.

Cultivation was, by its very nature, a defiance of heaven, a struggle for one’s destiny.

As he gained power, Yang Qi’s reverence for life—especially for the lives of villains who threatened him or those he cared about—had long since faded.

Yang Qi could control himself, refrain from wantonly killing the innocent, and abide by a basic moral and legal bottom line.

But that absolutely did not mean he would be soft-hearted and "forgive and forget" when someone was pointing a gun at him and trying to take his life.

Mercy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself!

Silence returned to the forest.

Xiaojiu, Bai Wan, Hu Zi, and Leopard came over, sniffed at the body, and let out a few low growls before quickly losing interest.

To them, a dead person was nothing special, far less important than their master.

Yang Qi didn’t delay and began to clean up the scene.

He first quickly and thoroughly searched the three corpses, removing all metal objects to avoid leaving unnecessary clues.

Then, from his Hundred Pouches Belt, he took out three talismans that he had stored away and never used before.

Corpse Transformation Talismans!

He placed one Corpse Transformation Talisman on each of the three chests, then circulated his Magical Power and channeled it into the talismans.

FZZZ—

The talismans ignited without a breeze, turning into three faint, pale green flames that quickly spread over the three bodies.

The flames had no heat and produced no smoke; they simply burned in silence.

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