The smiling face quickly blocked his path, his robes flowing in the rain. This showed that his Malice-force was at full power.

  Stirling's fists pounded the smiling cultivator's arms with dull thuds.

  "Too slow! Too slow! "

  Stirling roared as he threw punches. His fists whistled down like raindrops. The smiling cultivator had nowhere to retreat, only able to grit his teeth and parry. With each punch, he stumbled back one step. His sleeves turned to dust from the Vital-force's blow, and his shirt looked ready to tear.

  Finally, the smiling cultivator couldn't defend against the last punch. He screamed as his body flew sideways. He crashed to the ground and slid ten meters, leaving a deep furrow in the mud.

  In a quick breath, the smiling cultivator went from attacking to being thrown back. The two cultivators behind him were left stunned.

  They understood the smiling cultivator's strength, but what they were seeing was far beyond their grasp.

  The attacker was very young. Even with his potent strength, no blood token showed up. This clearly meant he was not a blood-boiling Grandmaster.

  Yet, this young upstart had left the smiling cultivator motionless after just three punches, showing his fierce skill.

  However, they had no time to think. The malice-breaking orb had already reached them, erupting with intense light around them.

  "Ahhhhh!!"

  One was a Lesser Completion of the Nascent Stage, and the other only a Greater Completion of the Garbha Realm. The Malice-Breaking orb struck both head-on, letting out screams amidst the flames.

  Stirling watched the smiling cultivator fly away. Then he looked at his fist, his face showing a strange expression.

  When he threw the punch, he felt no malice-force resistance from his opponent. It was easy, almost like fighting a child.

  One punch after another, the opponent couldn't even reach him.

  Stirling raised an eyebrow, then stood still without moving.

  Lance said that everyone in the Seven Extreme Shrine had a secret technique. It was a bit like the chest-faced figure at the Blood God Temple, special to their worship tradition.

  Worship at the Seven Extreme Shrine meant picking one of seven emotions to develop. The more expressions someone had, the greater their cultivation.

  The smiler had great skill, but his worship was lacking. He showed only one expression, which confused Stirling.

  Just then, the smiling cultivator, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly sprang to his feet. A strange expression appeared on his smiling face, and he let out a bizarre laugh:

  "Haha haha!!"

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  This laughter was extremely demonic. Hearing it, Stirling felt his energy halt and grow sluggish.

  The next moment, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he were about to burst into a smile.

  Remembering Lance's message, Stirling quickly circulated his Aether. Then, he took two wads of cotton and stuffed them into his ears. The restless emotion gradually calmed down, and the smile on his lips slowly faded.

  Stirling recalled the moment his mind went blank, and he felt a lingering fear.

  If he had been dragged into laughing, the smiling cultivator would have fixed Stirling's smile and taken away all other emotions. This is the evil nature of worshippers; it sounds utterly mind-boggling.

  "It's my turn!"

  Stirling squinted at the laughter. He gripped his sword's hilt and, with a quick move, crossed several meters in a flash. Then, he brought his blade down on the demon's head.

  A flash of white light-streaked past.

  "You?!"

  The laughter abruptly stopped. Blood erupted from his body in countless fine lines, and he collapsed backward.

  [Slayed a Seven Extreme Shrine demon, gaining 38 years and 7 days of lifespan]

  "Hahaha! Exhilarating!"

  Stirling, seeing the notification, let out a triumphant laugh. He spun his blade, readying a powerful swing at the two cultivators who had just escaped the Malice-Breaking orb.

  The Stirling blade technique is visualized as an ancient tree, rooted in the Aether within it.

  At this moment, he perfected his blade technique. This created the "Pine Valley Flowing Wind" blade intent. With a single slash, it resembled a pine tree swaying in the wind. The blade energy held vital force, turning into an ancient giant tree. It suppressed everything in its path.

  In an instant, the fine rain ahead shattered. This blade intent created a vast vacuum in the void. The two demons were also drawn into it, then turned into a cloud of blood mist and merged with the rain.

  [Slayed a Seven Extreme Shrine demon, gained 13 years and 12 days of lifespan]

  [Slayed a Seven Extreme Shrine demon, gained 22 years and 31 days of lifespan]

  The rain couldn't extinguish the pungent stench of blood, even. Gushing blood flowed along the ground, heading towards the low-lying areas.

  Stirling stood there, saber in hand. White steam surrounded him, rising from the burst of energy he had just released, like a steam engine.

  "Too weak! Too weak!! I hadn't even used my full strength!!"

  Stirling muttered to himself. He put away his dagger and walked over to the smiler on the ground.

  Putting on his gloves, Stirling crouched and started searching the cultivator.

  Soon, Stirling found silver coins and various bottles and jars on the cultivator. He stuffed them all into his robes. Then, Stirling pulled out a book and, upon closer inspection, saw three large characters,

  Minor Thunderclap Boxing, written on it.

  Stirling was puzzled, but still smiled and put it away.

  Stirling glanced at the area where he had just ripped the two cultivators apart with his blade's force. He felt a pang of regret.

  If he had known these demons had valuable items, he wouldn't have attacked so fiercely.

  Ultimately, these people were just too weak.

  Stirling chuckled. He looked around, checked the Flowing Sand Map again, and took out a porcelain bottle from his robes.

  The bottle had the words etched on it. Stirling had made this just before arriving.

  However, his lifespan was limited then, so Stirling hadn't enhanced it. Now, with these actions, his lifespan soared, so he chose from the pop-up.

  [Nine Nether Corpse Dissolving Solvent]

  A drop into the underworld, never to be seen again. Corpse-dissolving water made from Nine Nether Spring water and Death-Ghosty Grass. Super recommended, this is an essential item for any trip, whether it's a murder or a robbery. Try it; you will love it.

  Stirling looked at the prompt and immediately slandered.

  This thing cost him a full 24 days of his lifespan; he wondered how effective it would be.

  Stirling then uncorked the bottle and poured a drop onto the corpse at his feet.

  As the liquid touched the body, the smiling cultivator's corpse began to dissolve. Large amounts of white vapor rose, and the areas that were dissolving were increasing. In the end, the corpse turned into a foul-smelling pool of liquid, with the bones flowing away with the rain.

  Stirling stared at the bottle in his hand. He marveled at its power but wondered how well it would work on the living.

  If it can harm the living, wouldn't this liquid that dissolves corpses be deadlier than poison?