God-Like Extraction

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Swish!

Su Jingxing didn’t answer. With a flash, he dashed past the fourth-grade expert and ripped off his mask.

Behind the mask, a fat, honest, greasy-faced middle-aged man’s face was exposed.

“He! Quan! Shui!”

Su Jingxing greeted dully, his eyes cold.

The obese middle-aged man was none other than the current patriarch of the He Family, the owner of Scholar Restaurant.

He Quanshui!

Su Jingxing had searched for information on the He Family previously and seen his photo online.

This was the first time they were meeting in real life.

He Quanshui didn’t disappoint him either.

He had a huge hole in his chest, and he was still alive.

Stretching his neck as he held on, he asked in a deep, hoarse voice, “Who… who are you?!”

“Who am I?”

Su Jingxing chuckled. “Tell me why you’re “rearing” Feng Tiejian, and I’ll answer your question.”

Swish!

Agleam flashed across He Quanshui’s eyes, and his pupils dilated. “It’s… It’s you… It’s you!”

“That’s right. I saved Feng Tiejian and hid him away,”

Su Jingxing intentionally said in a boastful tone. “What do you think? Are you really angry? Hate me for spoiling your plans?”

‘As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and struck at the empty air several times.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the distance, the remaining Corpse Puppets were about to pounce on the fleeing crowd.

Giant palm imprints emerged from thin air and struck their heads, necks, and upper bodies.

With a series of dull thuds, the Corpse Puppets were either beheaded or their dismembered. Although they weren’t dead, they laid on the ground motionless, unable to continue their massacre.

Screams, cries, and cries for help continued to ring out from the town.

However, the biggest threat had been eliminated.

Even though He Quanshui couldn’t see the scene of the Corpse Puppets being wiped out, he could tell by the shouts.

His plan had failed.

And the mysterious man before him was the culprit!

“Ha… Haha…”

He Quanshui opened his mouth, letting the blood flow freely. Smiling bitterly, he said, “It was you… So it was all because of you!”

“It was me. I didn’t deny it.” Su Jingxing chuckled. “If you want to know who I am, hurry up and tell

“It was you!” interrupted He Quanshui in a hoarse voice, his voice gradually weakening. “It was you! It was all you! You forced me… you forced me…”

His words trailed off.

He was dead.

His vitality vanished, and he breathed his last.

[Card+1]

Su Jingxing raised his eyebrows, not entirely satisfied with the result.

He still had no idea why the He Family “reared” Feng Tiejian.

Not to mention their motive behind creating the Corpse Puppets and massacring the townspeople.

What on earth were they up to?

‘As he was pondering, he took out the cards to see if he had extracted the Memory Card from He Quanshui.

A faint light suddenly emerged from He Quanshui’s corpse.

Swish!

Instead of dying out quickly, the light danced across He Quanshui’s corpse like a will-o’-wisp.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A strange sound accompanied the eerie sight. As the frequency of dancing lights increased, more and more faint lights emerged.

Su Jingxing’s heart skipped a beat for some reason.

An ominous feeling struck him.

Danger!

This danger came from He Quanshui’s corpse!

Boom!

Without any hesitation, Su Jingxing circulated a hundred years of true energy cultivation and threw a punch at He Quanshui’s corpse, shattering the corpse with dancing lights into a dozen pieces.

Splat! Splat! Splat! They scattered and fell to the ground.

Only then did the lurid lights that resembled will-o’-wisps stop increasing. Together with the pieces of corpses, they burned.

Although the flames were small when separated, the strange thing was that the air was still distorted by the heat.

The bad feeling he had earlier and the unknown danger were gone.

“How is this possible?!”

A stunned voice came from his right.

Su Jingxing turned his head and saw the general of the Prefecture Army stationed in Qinghe City, Chu Weiliang, leaning on a long spear. His eyes were wide open as he gazed at the shattered corpse of He Quanshui. With a shocked expression, he murmured, “How is this possible? How is this possible…”

“General Chu, you recognize these lights?” asked Su Jingxing.

“How could this be? How is this possible…”

murmured Chu Weiliang, as though he hadn’t heard him. Disbelief was written all over his face.

“Cough…”

Su Jingxing quietly executed his high-frequency sound wave secret ability to trigger Chu Weiliang, snapping him out of his daze.

“Thank you for your reminder, Senior. I apologized for my loss of composure earlier.”

Chu Weiliang snapped out of his daze and drew a deep breath. “I didn’t expect to see ghost fires here,” he said shamefully.

“Ghost fire? Is that really ghost fire?” asked Su Jingxing in surprise.

“Ghost fire is the name we gave it because few people know its real name,”

Chu Weiliang explained in a deep voice. “Before this, I only read about it in an ancient text. I understand that these ghost fires are a sign.”

“A sign?”

“Yeah, they’re a sign of a terrifying giant bird.”

Chu Weiliang’s voice trembled. “According to the records, those terrifying giant birds don’t have physical bodies but exist in the form of souls. Most martial arts aren’t capable of killing them. Only ultimate techniques with a few attributes like lightning, nether wind, extreme Yang, and so on can.

“If my guess is correct, there are many tattoos of bird skulls on this corpse!”

Upon hearing that, Su Jingxing quickly scanned the pieces of He Quanshui’s corpses.

Moments later, he indeed found the tattoo of a bird’s skull on three pieces.

Swish! Swish!

Releasing his true energy, he grabbed the three pieces of the corpse from a distance and placed them together.

They consisted of a foot, a piece from the waist, and the back shoulder.

Only half of the tattoo on the back shoulder remained, and the other half had been completely crushed.

“That’s right! That’s it!”

Chu Weiliang exclaimed, his voice trembling. “I can’t believe this guy is on their side! To think they still exist! This won’t do. I have to report this to the First Commander and the Supreme Marshal!”

With that, he turned around and left.

“Wait,” called Su Jingxing from behind. “Who does “they” refer to?”

“Ghost Ride!”

“Ghost Ride? The legendary evil beast?” asked Su Jingxing, puzzled. “Or is it the code name of some faction?”

“Yeah, a terrifying ancient organization that has existed for thousands of years!”

Chu Weiliang answered without looking back as he walked. “You can also cal | them “Nine-Headed Birds” because every member of them has a tattoo of a Nine-Headed Bird on their body. The more heads they have, the higher their status in the organization and the stronger they are.”

“Once they die, their tattoos will release ghost fires. The more ghost fires they release, the more terrifying the Nine-headed Bird soul that is released will be!

“According to the ancient records, there was once a man from Ghost Ride who as many as nine skulls on his body, and formed the true Nine-Headed Bird.. He unleashed them after his death and massacred an entire dynasty!”