Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Song Ciwan engaged the giant rat form of the Second Young Master in close-quarters combat.

If any other living being were there to witness it, the scene would have been utterly bizarre.

After all, Song Ciwan was far too small, and the Second Young Master’s giant rat form was far too large.

It was nearly fifty feet tall—a truly mind-boggling size.

Song Ciwan, at barely five-foot-seven, was like a fragile ant beneath the giant rat.

And yet, at this very moment, that fragile ant possessed infinite Giant Power.

The power of one mountain, two mountains, three mountains... the Power of Five Mountains, and even the Power of Ten Mountains, all converged at a single point before erupting with explosive force.

Brute force shatters all techniques. A thousand different types of Magic were nothing compared to this true Giant Power.

The Second Young Master, a Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivator, was in disarray. First, his Heart Demon was running rampant, leaving his mind in a daze. Second, his transformation from a human to a rat had thrown his Magic and Magical Treasures into chaos, and he had no idea how to use them.

He seemed to be running on animal instinct alone. So, the instant Song Ciwan’s fist erupted with power, there was a loud THUD.

"SKREEE!" the Second Young Master shrieked in pain.

The Power of Ten Mountains hadn’t broken through the giant rat’s fur, but with an exquisitely refined Martial Technique, it had shattered the beast’s internal organs from a distance.

The giant rat’s charging body came to a sudden halt. At the same time, the Heaven and Earth Scale appeared beside Song Ciwan, and clumps of vapor began to flow into it.

[Mutated Human Desire and Demon Heart. The resentment, fury, and killing intent of a Demonized Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator. Two catties and three taels. Exchangeable.]

[Mutated Human Desire and Demon Heart. The indignation, fear, and venomous resentment of a Demonized Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator. Three catties and one tael. Exchangeable.]

[Mutated Human Desire and Demon Heart. The resentment, fear, and confusion of a Demonized Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator. Three catties and six taels. Exchangeable.]

...

The Second Young Master’s fury and hatred grew deeper and deeper.

BAM!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Song Ciwan threw a continuous barrage of punches. Although the Thousand Illusions Divine Palm was named as a Single Palm Technique, it was in fact a style of fist and palm strikes renowned for its absolute speed.

The technique emphasized lightning speed, with each strike layering upon the last, the combined force like a thousand shifting waves, a landslide, or a tsunami.

Under the crushing Giant Power, the Second Young Master’s enormous rat body finally could no longer hold out.

THUD!

The rat’s body collapsed. Blood gushed from its mouth like a spring. A moment later, the giant rat lay paralyzed in the shallow pool of tree sap, completely silent.

’Did he die?’

’No!’

’He’s not dead. I didn’t receive any Death Qi!’

The Second Young Master wasn’t dead, but his rat body was.

With numerous advantages stacked in her favor, Song Ciwan had quickly killed the Second Young Master’s rat body. But since the Heaven and Earth Scale hadn’t received his Death Qi, he couldn’t have truly died.

’What in the world is going on?’

Song Ciwan immediately swept her sleeve. WHOOSH. She collected the massive rat body on the ground into her Heaven and Earth Scale.

Her gaze was like lightning as she scanned the small pool, half of its tree sap already splashed out.

In a flash, as quick as a spark from flint, Song Ciwan’s Spiritual Sense detected something: lying right at the edge of the pool was a tiny, thumb-sized straw doll.

Song Ciwan waved her sleeve again, collecting the straw doll into the Heaven and Earth Scale as well. The Heaven and Earth Scale displayed: [A broken Substitute Death Grassman that has lost its spirituality. Exchangeable.]

It was a Substitute Death Grassman. The Second Young Master really wasn’t dead!

Given his background, his life-saving measures were not to be underestimated. This Substitute Death Grassman was basically a portable extra life.

It was remarkably similar in function to Song Ciwan’s own Peach and Plum Puppet.

’So, where has the real Second Young Master gone?’

’Does this Substitute Death Grassman also have a Teleportation ability, like my Peach and Plum Puppet?’

’Did the Second Young Master teleport away? Or is he still here, just hiding?’

Song Ciwan silently raised a hand, pressing her thumb against her middle finger to perform a quick calculation.

The Great Derivation Birth Skill began to operate at high speed as Song Ciwan simultaneously used her Spiritual Sense to carefully inspect her surroundings.

Still, she found nothing. It felt as if some unseen filth was obscuring the Celestial Secret, giving Song Ciwan an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

An idea sparked in her mind, and she began muttering to herself, "Hmph, so what if he’s in the Divinity Transformation Stage? He wasn’t that hard to kill. It’s all thanks to my little treasure..."

As she spoke, she took out the now-powerless Yin Yang Inversion Mirror from her sleeve.

The item could only be used three times in total, and with this last use, Song Ciwan had exhausted all three of its charges.

But even though the Treasure Mirror was now useless, that didn’t stop Song Ciwan from using its reputation to bluff.

She caressed the Yin Yang Inversion Mirror in her hand, a look of immense fondness and joy on her face. "What a wonderful treasure. It mutates whoever it shines on. A perfectly fine person turned into a giant rat? Haha! How amusing..."

With that, Song Ciwan turned around and walked away from the small pool of tree sap, seemingly without a care in the world.

She walked about ten steps at a leisurely pace.

Just as she was about to leave the area around the small pool completely...

Suddenly, the green tree sap on all sides began to squirm rapidly, as if it had a spirituality of its own!

The sap surged into a wave, splashing toward Song Ciwan with the speed of a thunderclap. SPLASH!

Mixed within the dark green sap was an indescribable, cloyingly sweet odor that assaulted all of Song Ciwan’s senses, overwhelming her. It made her so dizzy she could barely stand.

Her foot slipped—

In that split second, a human figure made of blood mist finally coalesced from within the endless green sap. Filled with fury, malice, and resentment, it shrieked, "You whelp, die!"

The blood mist and green sap rushed forward together, completely enveloping and Devouring Song Ciwan.

From within the blood mist, misshapen, pale bones extended. They pulled at Song Ciwan, gnawed on her, while other bones reached for the Yin Yang Inversion Mirror in her hand.

All of this sounds slow in the telling, but it happened in a mere instant.

It was so fast that Song Ciwan had no time to react. A skeletal hand grabbed the Yin Yang Inversion Mirror and tried to rip it from her grasp—huh? He couldn’t pull it away?

But then, Song Ciwan finally moved.

With a flick of her finger, she unleashed her Mastery Level Blazing Flame Technique. The roaring flames were infused with the "Strong," "Dao," "Show," "Wood," and "Forest" Character Techniques she had comprehended.

Wood feeds Fire!

BOOM!

In the span of a single moment, a wisp of a spark transformed into a raging inferno.

The flames spread out, FWOOSH, and began to burn everything around them.

Amidst the deep red glow of the fire, a series of strange cries rang out, followed by a distorted voice: "A Fire Technique? So what? With my Blood God Technique, you can’t hurt me, whelp!"

"Devour, Absorb, Hiss, go!"

The blood mist squirmed, drawing in the green tree sap and inflicting wound after wound upon Song Ciwan’s body.

Song Ciwan possessed the Body of Impermanence and the Master Level Flesh and Blood Slaughter, but the ubiquitous blood mist held a bizarrely powerful force.

When the blood mist attached itself to Song Ciwan’s body, even the flames she had just unleashed were drawn back toward her.

In an instant, the wounds on Song Ciwan’s body began to fester over a large area.

From within the blood mist, the distorted voice laughed maniacally. "Whelp, atone for your sins with death!"

A flicker of movement in Song Ciwan’s eyes showed she had finally found something.

The next moment, the Heart Sutra Fire and the Bright God Fire, hidden deep within her Sea of Consciousness, surged forth like a cloud emerging from a mountain peak.

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