I Am A Corpse Collector In The World Of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 47: Not an Ordinary Person

"Who is this person?" The onlookers were filled with questions.

The scene just now had surprised them greatly. Cheng Ren was scared off by a single glance from the other party, clearly indicating that he was not an ordinary person.

However, among the disciples above the inner sect, they had not found a disciple whose appearance and strength matched that of this female cultivator.

"Who are you? It's too ruthless to directly attack without any explanation," Cheng Ren said calmly. He wasn't easily frightened, even though he was no match for the other party. He had his own background.

"Oh? Is that so?" The female cultivator also seemed indifferent, as if she wasn't the one who had made a move just now.

She walked slowly towards Cheng Ren, causing him to furrow his brows.

"Too ruthless, huh?" The female cultivator slapped Cheng Ren across the face.

Cheng Ren didn't react in time and was sent flying to the ground.

"Do you dare to insult me?" Cheng Ren was furious, his blood boiling. He stood up, his gaze fixed on the female cultivator with resentment.

However...

"So you're from the true transmission?" The female cultivator's dominance was terrifying. She slapped Cheng Ren again, knocking out two of his teeth.

His blood pressure instantly skyrocketed, but he didn't dare to resist. The difference in strength was too great.

He retreated while threatening with his status as a true transmission disciple, "My master is the Gold Core True Sovereign. How dare you insult me like this?"

"Gold Core, huh?"

The female cultivator jumped up and fiercely slapped Cheng Ren from top to bottom.

Plop!

Cheng Ren spat out blood, his face contorted in pain as he fell to the ground.

He struggled to get up, his eyes filled with resentment as he stared at the female cultivator.

"You're just a few decades ahead of me in cultivation. If we were the same age and in the same realm, you wouldn't be my match."

"Not my match, huh?" The female cultivator revealed the same level of cultivation as Cheng Ren, but she immediately slapped him across the face again.

This time, Cheng Ren had no temper left and could only use his momentum to suppress her. "My master is the White Tiger True Sovereign. He is extremely protective..."

"White Tiger True Sovereign, huh?" However, the female cultivator once again proved her dominance, rendering Cheng Ren's background and status useless.

"Leave room for yourself, so we can meet again in the future!"

"Leave room, huh?" This time, the female cultivator went all out and directly tore off Cheng Ren's arm.

"Ah!" Cheng Ren looked at his severed arm, his face instantly contorted in pain as he howled.

The onlookers were horrified by this scene.

Although they were all disciples of the inner sect and were accustomed to life and death, seeing a true transmission disciple of a True Sovereign being tortured like this made them empathize. They couldn't help but shudder.

The female cultivator approached and looked at Cheng Ren, who had stopped screaming, saying, "If you hadn't spouted all that nonsense, it wouldn't have come to this."

Hearing this, Cheng Ren gritted his teeth but didn't dare to say another word.

In the sky, several true transmission disciples couldn't bear to watch anymore. After all, they were friends.

"Sister!" They landed on the ground and greeted the female cultivator respectfully.

The female cultivator glanced at them, causing the true transmission disciples to feel a chill down their spines. Their voices trembled as they said, "Cheng Ren has already been taught a lesson by you. Can we take him away? If he isn't treated in time, he may lose too much blood."

There was one more thing they didn't say. If they were any later, his arm wouldn't be able to be reattached, and he would become a one-armed true transmission disciple.

"Get lost!" The female cultivator lightly uttered a word, and the true transmission disciples quickly helped Cheng Ren towards the direction of the sky bridge.

One of the true transmission disciples even wanted to pick up the severed arm.

Bang!

The female cultivator unleashed a sword qi, turning the severed arm into blood.

The true transmission disciple was shocked, looking at her in disbelief.

This was too ruthless.

"An arrogant and domineering servant girl. Her master must not be a good person either. Someone was right, she needs an unforgettable lesson to learn to restrain herself."

The female cultivator spoke lightly.

"You're ruthless!" The true disciple's heart was somewhat shattered, and he could only leave dejectedly.

After the onlookers and victims left, the female cultivator returned to her room, and only then did Chen Shen walk out of the house.

"This neighbor is quite strong," he admired inwardly.

The cultivation level displayed by the other party just now was only Foundation Building, but it gave him the feeling that it was much stronger than an ordinary Foundation Building.

"Doing good deeds quietly, being nameless, witnessing all the affairs of the world," Chen Shen muttered to himself.

He lay on the old armchair, with a small table next to it holding ginger tea. The parasol blocked more than half of the sunlight, leaving the rest to shine on his legs.

No tall glass, no milk tea or orange juice, no beach swimming pool, but it had its own unique flavor.

Turning right after going out was a crowd of people, a bustling life in the sect.

Turning left was a cemetery, the final resting place.

He lived between the two, seeing the chaos and joy on the right, and the sorrow and separation in the mortal world on the left.

"Wonderful!" Chen Shen savored a mouthful of ginger tea and exclaimed.

"Ginger tea is bitter, how can it be wonderful?"

An untimely voice broke his mood.

Chen Shen quickly turned his head and saw the female cultivator standing by the low flower wall.

"Senior Sister," he saluted.

"I think you're right."

Chen Shen was about to speak, but the other party touched her chin and pondered.

"After beating the younger one, I still haven't resolved this matter. I should go to that hairy tiger's residence."

Buzz!

With a light hum, a white long sword flew from the courtyard behind her and landed in her hand.

The sword was two feet and one inch long, with a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, emitting a terrifying aura.

"A lifebound divine weapon surpassing spiritual treasures!" Chen Shen was astonished.

A lifebound divine weapon could grow stronger by being nourished with one's own blood, far more powerful than ordinary divine weapons.

The female cultivator held the lifebound divine weapon and turned into a three-colored divine rainbow, flying towards the horizon.

"This will be interesting!" Chen Shen quickly sat up, his vast divine sense spreading out, closely following the female cultivator.

"Damn it!" Just as the female cultivator entered the territory of the True Immortal, she heard a thunderous roar, and the True Immortal's aura covered the sky and earth.

Without much thought, Cheng Ren had reported the incident, embellishing it or not, but the True Immortal was furious.

"Dare to insult my disciple, break his arm, this person shall be executed!"

"Is that so?"

The female cultivator's terrifying power was overwhelming, and she directly attacked with her sword.

"You arrogant brat! Who are you?"

"Fellow Daoist, spare me!"

Anger, confusion, pleading, these were the three emotions!

Afterward, the White Tiger True Immortal was injured by the mysterious cultivator from Cangwu, and Cheng Ren had his arm broken again, unable to regenerate flesh and blood for ten years.

The True Immortal didn't say much when the onlookers asked, and the sect wouldn't interfere much in conflicts involving True Immortals, as long as it wasn't a deadly feud, they would let them handle it.

"A one-sided suppression, that Gold Core first level tiger is too weak," Chen Shen witnessed the whole process and shook his head.

Then he retracted his divine sense and continued to immerse himself in his own state of mind.

...

After beating up the others, the female cultivator didn't go directly back to Heaven Burial Mountain, but after a long time, she entered the courtyard, Chen Shen's courtyard.

"Chen Shen." The voice was pleasant and crisp. Chen Shen, who was half-asleep, wanted to pretend to be dead, but the other party's next move directly scared him awake.

"What do you want?" Chen Shen crossed his arms, still feeling a lingering fear.

Fortunately, he narrowly avoided being taken advantage of again.

The female cultivator retracted her slightly embarrassed hand and said, "I've seen the best-maintained mortal, but you are even more delicate, even smoother than my own skin."

"You don't look like a mortal!" The female cultivator revealed a mysterious smile.

End of chapter.