"But those enigmatic spaces are different. Over the years, even the incense fire Taoist couldn’t find the Fire Pit of the Fire Sect, ensuring complete safety.
"The business is about to open soon."
At this mont, Zhou Xuan had already entered the restaurant. As soon as Sister Cui saw Zhou Xuan, she imdiately stood up and asked, "Brother Zhou, what about Hua Zi... no matter what happens... I can handle it."
She had already prepared for the worst.
Zhou Xuan, however, waved his hand with a smile, saying, "Sister Cui, stop crying, Hua Zi is coming back."
"It’s actually done?" King Xishan was also quite curious.
Zhou Xuan patted his chest and said in a ceremonious manner, "The Hall Master in the Ancient Hall listens to . I told him to release the person, and he did."
"Is he really that obedient?"
"Where is this going?" Zhou Xuan confidently replied, "In the future, if I do alchemy in the Ancient Hall, he will have to honor like a god."
With Danzi and Alchemist Bai Lu leading the way, along with the Star Sky Scroll and Green and Red Fish by his side, the elixir Zhou Xuan concocts will be unlike anything the Hall Master has ever seen.
"Sister Cui, rest assured, Hua Zi will be back soon."
After delivering this good news, Zhou Xuan returned to the shop—he intended to find Danzi to ask for so "Human Pill" formulas.
...
Deep within the Human World Court of the Fire Sect, there were only a dozen lamps that flickered with the size of beans.
"Without the Xianhuo, the human world remains in eternal night."
Dark, bloody—such was the main the of the Fire Sect.
A woman cloaked in shadows, her body covered with spell inscriptions, was chanting the doctrine of the Fire Sect.
A middle-aged man resembling a dwarf walked step by step, then knelt at the bottom of the steps, reporting to the woman on the thousand-tiered steps above: "Xian Nu above, Fire Pit Alchemist Ning Bukong of Mingjiang Prefecture died today."
"Who killed Ning Bukong?" Xian Nu coldly asked.
"It was Zhou Xuan from Mingjiang Prefecture; the Pill Fire in the Ancient Hall brought news of Ning Bukong’s death."
"Him again?"
Xian Nu had heard Zhou Xuan’s na more than once.
"The Xianhuo Alchemist is a most precious human-shaped treasure in the sect. Please, Xian Nu, decide what to do with Zhou Xuan?" the dwarf asked.
Xian Nu’s beautiful face flickered in the firelight as she said, "Things are different now; it’s difficult to deal with Zhou Xuan since he has caught the eye of Bai Yujing."
"Yin Nu, send a secret letter to the Heavenly Do, reporting Zhou Xuan’s slaying of Ning Bukong. It’s also a chance to see what the Heavenly Do’s attitude is towards our Fire Sect."
After issuing the orders, Xian Nu resud chanting the "Xianhuo True Scripture."
...
Mingjiang Prefecture, West City Gate.
This gate was the widest, and it was already morning, with streams of people entering the city.
Mr. Yan, however, walked boldly into the city gate, holding a lantern.
In broad daylight, lighting a lantern was evidently a very bizarre thing, but despite the oddity, not a single passerby inside the bustling city gate took a glance at Mr. Yan—
—They couldn’t see Mr. Yan.
Not only could they not see him, but the Ancient Tree Golden Bell overseeing Mingjiang Prefecture also didn’t notice Mr. Yan’s presence.
Mr. Yan was entering the sa Mingjiang Prefecture as those rchants and traders, but he wasn’t walking along the sa path as them.
"Zhou Xuan is indeed capable, restoring the once ruined Mingjiang Prefecture to its forr glory."
"That said, if he weren’t capable, would he dare to privately steal Human Pills?"
Holding the lantern to light the way, Mr. Yan entered the Prefecture City, perfectly avoiding the Ancient Tree Golden Bell...
...
In the South Cliff Cave of the Ti Realm,
The Dream Realm Heavenly God sat on the ground, waving his hand, causing the cave to filled with scenes of changing weather.
However, whether these scenes depicted ancestral rituals or simple natural beauty, they were always marked with nurous Witch inscriptions.
Each Witch inscription seed like a convict’s tattoo stamped on the Dream Realm Heavenly God’s forehead.
With these inscriptions, the Dream Realm Heavenly God couldn’t escape.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The sound of firm footsteps echoed, and without needing to look or perceive, the Dream Realm Heavenly God knew who the visitor was.
"Witch God, I lost, and the defeat is sowhat unsatisfactory."
The Dream Realm Heavenly God said to himself, "Last night, if I had been more steadfast, unafraid of those Buddha Country Five Forms revealing what I’ve done over the years, perhaps I wouldn’t have lost."
"Liu Huasheng, when you ushered Buddha Country people into Jing Country, it was already fated you would lose."
The Witch God’s words were strong and forceful.
And Liu Huasheng was the na of the Dream Realm Heavenly God before he beca a heavenly god.
"Witch God, I’ve been pondering sothing for years but haven’t figured it out. We heavenly gods stopped the Heavenly Ghosts; we heavenly gods quelled disaster after disaster in the human world,
The nas ’Supre Will,’ ’Blood God Will’ were spread by us heavenly gods, yet in the end, what did we gain?
We don’t even have the most basic freedom."
The Dream Realm Heavenly God turned his head to look at the Witch God—at this mont, his body was covered with purple bruises, and his clothing was in tatters.
With that one strike of "Seventeen Stances," Zhou Xuan severed his strongest clone, depleting a large portion of his power, rendering him old and frail.
"What freedom do you want?"
The Witch God said: "The freedom you desired, ’Supre Will’ gave it to you, ’Blood God Will’ gave it to you—what did you do with it?
You turned humanity into your toys, making the common people grow four hands; you united males and females into one, letting two people share one body,
You caused tumors to grow on people’s bodies, within which lay the corpses of their deceased relatives,
There are still specins of these abnormalities in the Bone Elder Association."
"Isn’t that romantic?" the Dream Realm Heavenly God asked, "n and won are inherently united, sharing drinks, sharing als, those loved and admired, never separate through life and death,
Don’t those mortals yearn day and night for their deceased loved ones? I let their deceased loved ones be part of their bodies. Isn’t that good?"
The Witch God sneered coldly, "If it’s so good, then why haven’t you united your body with Die Wen Yan’s?
Why isn’t there a tumor on your body, housing Die Wen Yan’s corpse?"
"Isn’t Die Wen Yan the lover you cherish most, the loved one you yearn for?"
"There’s a saying by the Saint, ’Don’t impose on others what you do not desire for yourself.’ Had you listened, how could you be so strange and erratic, erratic enough for ’Blood God Will,’ ’Supre Will’ to retract your freedom."
The Witch God was unwilling to dwell on past matters with the Dream Realm Heavenly God, and instead asked, "Liu Huasheng, how many Buddha Country people have you ushered into Jing Country over the years?"
User Comments
0 comments from readers