I Can Add Points Infinitely - Chapter 3

“What the hell is going on? Could it be that I’ve seen a ghost?” Wang Hui thought quickly, scrutinizing Shen Lian closely.

“No, that can’t be it. Although I’ve heard that powerful cultivators can preserve their souls even after their physical bodies perish, that’s clearly not the case with Shen Lian.”

“He was only at the third layer of Body Refining before. Looking at him now, he doesn’t seem like someone who had a ruined body… Could it be…”

“Did he have some sort of fortuitous encounter and obtain a treasure that can rapidly heal wounds?”

With that thought, Wang Hui’s eyes lit up, filled with greed.

“Shen Lian, why did you suddenly come back? Have you completed the sect task?” Wang Hui asked, putting on a superior tone.

After his initial shock, he regained his composure. Regardless of how Shen Lian had come back to life, Wang Hui had to get to the bottom of it. As for Shen Lian reporting him to the sect for harming a fellow disciple, Wang Hui wasn’t worried. His family backing would ensure that nothing serious would happen to him, especially not over a lowly outer disciple with no talent. And if there was a treasure involved, his family would certainly not let it go.

“Well… I haven’t finished it yet,” Shen Lian replied, his mind quickly adapting to the situation.

According to the original owner’s memories, he had been carrying out a sect task, collecting herbs with Wang Hui, when the ambush occurred.

“Hmph, I knew you couldn’t have completed it so quickly. Why are you back if you haven’t finished the task?” Wang Hui scoffed, his face cold. He grabbed Shen Lian and dragged him toward the sect gates without giving him a chance to refuse.

“Please… Senior Brother Wang… I… I’m feeling unwell. Could we perhaps… do it tomorrow?” Shen Lian pretended to be terrified, shaking his head hastily in refusal. However, he offered no real resistance, and a glimmer of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Wang Hui paid no attention to Shen Lian’s hidden intentions, carrying him along like a ragdoll. Other disciples who saw them couldn’t help but look on curiously, but none approached to ask questions. Wang Hui didn’t care either, merely nodding in greeting when passing acquaintances.

They eventually stopped at a secluded area near where Wang Hui had ambushed Shen Lian last time.

After ensuring no one else was around, Wang Hui tossed Shen Lian to the ground.

“You’re one lucky bastard,” Wang Hui sneered, his façade completely gone, replaced with a greedy expression.

“Taking such a severe hit this morning and surviving, only to recover so quickly… Tell me, what’s going on?” Wang Hui asked confidently, not worried about Shen Lian escaping.

“Senior Brother Wang, treating a fellow disciple like this… Aren’t you afraid of the sect finding out?” Shen Lian asked calmly, brushing the dust off himself as his earlier expression of fear vanished completely.

“Ha! Do you really think the sect cares about a lowly outer disciple like you?” Wang Hui sneered. “Besides, there’s no one here but you and me. After I kill you, it’s just my word against nothing.”

He continued, “I’m not unreasonable. Tell me the secret of your rapid recovery, and maybe I’ll consider sparing your life.”

“And if I choose not to tell?” Shen Lian asked.

“Not tell?” Wang Hui paused, then burst into a mocking laugh.

He finally calmed down and taunted, “Do you really think some healing treasure makes you invincible?”

“If I cut off your head, can you recover then?” He glanced at Shen Lian with disdain. “Don’t waste my time. My patience is limited.”

“So eager to die, huh? I was hoping to toy with you a bit longer.” Shen Lian shook his head, smiling.

“What did you just say?” Wang Hui’s heart jolted.

Only now did he sense that something was off. Shen Lian’s calm demeanor, without the slightest hint of fear, felt unsettlingly confident.

“Does he have backup nearby?” Wang Hui quickly scanned the surroundings, but the area was desolate, with no hiding places.

Relieved, Wang Hui smirked, his expression hardening as he snarled, “Hmph, playing tricks? You asked for this.”

Clang!

Drawing his sword, Wang Hui lunged forward, his blade flashing toward Shen Lian’s legs, intending to cripple him first.

With the explosive strength of a cultivator at the eighth layer of Body Refining, Wang Hui’s sword strike was swift and fluid.

Previously, Shen Lian would have stood no chance; he wouldn’t have even seen Wang Hui’s movements.

But now, the attack seemed sluggish, riddled with openings.

“You’re really weak,” Shen Lian muttered, standing casually.

He waited until the sword was inches away before stepping left, effortlessly dodging the strike.

Without giving Wang Hui time to react, Shen Lian swung his right fist upward in a smooth, deliberate motion.

Boom!

A dull thud was followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

Wang Hui was launched backward as if struck by a speeding train, his forward momentum abruptly halted. He flew several yards before crashing to the ground, spitting blood mid-air.

“You…”

“How is this possible…” Wang Hui gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief.

His chest was caved in, his face pale as he struggled for breath, unable to form complete sentences.

“Curious how I became so strong all of a sudden?” Shen Lian asked, strolling over, a faint smile on his face as he looked down at Wang Hui.

Wang Hui tried to cling to life, his expression desperate for answers.

But Shen Lian had no intention of satisfying his curiosity, even knowing Wang Hui wouldn’t live much longer.

“Ask the King of Hell yourself when you get there—if there even is a King of Hell,” Shen Lian said coldly.

Pfft—

Wang Hui couldn’t hold on any longer. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs, his body collapsing lifelessly.

“Tsk… So weak. I didn’t even get to test my full strength,” Shen Lian muttered, checking Wang Hui’s pulse to confirm his death.

The punch he used was the same strength he demonstrated at the Scripture Pavilion, merely the tenth layer of Body Refining.

Compared to his full power now, it was only about one-third of his strength.

And that was purely physical power. With his perfected techniques, who knew how much combat potential he truly possessed?

There was no way to measure it.

After a moment of thought, Shen Lian lost interest and searched Wang Hui’s corpse, finding a storage pouch.