Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 225 - 140: Li Yishan’s Dream! The Fall of Xu Dog (Part 3)

Han Diyan leaned in the back seat, eyes closed, his voice remaining icy.

"No wonder you went to such lengths to bring that girl into the Wuwei Sect."

"The bloodline of the Xu Ancestral Lineage might become an important chess piece in the future. Her identity is critically important and must be kept strictly confidential," Han Diyan said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry about it; who would think that a descendant of Ancestor Xu would defect and join the Wuwei Sect?" the middle-aged man sneered.

Historically, the Xu Family took part multiple times in [Breaking Mountains and Attacking Temples], ruthlessly slaughtering Wuwei Demons.

How would this lineage have any connection to the Wuwei Sect at all?

Precisely for this reason, Han Diyan valued Xu Zhixia highly.

She is an important piece planted within the Xu Family, within the Daoist Sect, ready to play an exceptionally important role someday.

"Be careful; don't meet up in the future, just remain dormant, not in use, awaiting the moment for a surprising effect," Han Diyan instructed Xu Zhixia.

"You'll need to recuperate for a while when you return this time," the middle-aged man said respectfully.

"It won't take long," Han Diyan murmured softly, his mind drifting to Zhang Fan's figure.

"If nobody moves, then I'll do it myself. I refuse to believe this little rascal's luck is so great."

Having failed twice, Han Diyan's heart was already boiling with murderous intent. The first thing after his recovery would be to kill Zhang Fan; he wouldn't let this scourge continue to grow.

"Just wait!" Han Diyan sneered.

Boom...

At this moment, a violent blast suddenly erupted. In the dark night, a beam of light sped in, piercing the windshield, the horrifying force detonating the middle-aged man's head. Instinctively, his muscles reacted, stepping on the brake...

Immediately afterward, the car flipped, skidding for dozens of meters down the lonely road, sparks lighting up the cold night with a flicker of brilliance.

Buzz...

Almost simultaneously, a ghostly dust scattered out from the tumbling car, and the next moment, Han Diyan emerged slowly enveloped by the swirling dust, landing abruptly.

"Can't underestimate a dog, sharp indeed."

At that moment, a cold chuckle suddenly resounded.

Han Diyan looked up. Under the eerie moonlight, a burly man walked over, his face covered with whiskers, appearing extremely rugged, his left eye wearing an eye patch, unmistakably the [Yin Mountain Ghost King] Xiong Sanqi.

"Who are you?" Han Diyan said coldly.

"Do you think that child is really unloved, abandoned, no one to care for it — a stray dog?" Xiong Sanqi retorted.

"Cough, cough..."

Before the words were finished, a coughing sound came from behind Xiong Sanqi. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Too much talk."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Sanqi's massive frame shrugged lightly, revealing an awkward smile.

"Who is there!?"

Han Diyan frowned, vaguely sensing, a lean yet strong figure stepped forward from behind Xiong Sanqi. He pulled out a cigarette from his chest, pinched off the filter tip, a lighter flickered with faint light as he lit the cigarette, then a smoke ring slowly exhaled.

"Let's leave."

The man took a deep puff, turned, and walked away.

"Wait..."

Han Diyan's expression turned fierce, the swirling dust in his grasp boiled, yet in the next moment, his face suddenly changed...

Rumbling...

The scorching black flames seemingly came from nowhere, incinerating all the dust around him. Then, the flames devoured him like a fierce beast...

In the blink of an eye, Xuquan Han Diyan transformed into a skeleton of white bones. Under the eerie moonlight, a gust of night wind blew, dispersing the bones into dust, vanishing with the wind.