novelhk Chapter 40 Hehehe...
Chapter 40 Hehehe...
"My darling, please turn around, the gourd will transform into a sword."
A worn-out gourd, completely black.
Suddenly bursting forth with dazzling brilliance.
From the wormholes, wisps of sword energy burst forth like dragons emerging from the abyss, condensing, swirling, and compressing above the gourd—
It transformed into a three-foot-long Dao sword.
The sword was colorless and formless, yet it reflected the entire underground palace.
Wherever the sword pointed, the void shattered inch by inch, and even the ancient restrictions of the Heavenly Demon Palace trembled before the sword intent.
This moment.
Time seemed to stand still.
The space seemed to collapse.
The old man in the Dragon Transformation Realm had the Chaos Dao Sword reflected in his pupils. His arrogant expression crumbled into dust, replaced by pure, soul-deep fear.
"A legendary... Saint-level forbidden weapon—!"
The old man's voice changed, and he turned and ran away.
The six crystal-clear dragon bones trembled, triggering an explosion, and the dragon energy rose at an unprecedented speed.
But the sword is faster.
The Dao Sword detached from the gourd's mouth.
It silently streaked across the void.
There was no sword cry, no trail of light.
Only a thin, hair-like gray line ran from the old man's crown to the soles of his feet.
The old man in the Dragon Transformation Realm froze in mid-air.
The dragon's aura dissipated.
The protective divine light extinguished.
"Click."
The body split in two along the midline and fell to the ground.
From head to toe, from the sea of suffering to the dragon's spine, everything was cut in half, smooth as a mirror.
The entire room fell silent.
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion opened his mouth wide, his joy completely shattered.
He wanted to say something, but only a mouthful of sweet, metallic blood welled up in his throat.
Li Xian retrieved the black gourd.
The gourd has been restored to its dilapidated state.
Quiet and still, as if the sword strike just now was merely an illusion.
He raised his hand, and the black lacquered moon disc spun slowly, intending to kill the Purple Mansion Saint Son with a single palm strike.
The next moment, Li Xian suddenly stopped, turned around, and his gaze pierced through the dim underground palace, locking onto the direction of the entrance.
Before the chaotic energy had dissipated, a graceful figure shrouded in a hazy Daoist aura appeared, standing there seemingly out of nowhere.
Zixia.
The innate Dao embryo stood quietly beneath the bronze stone gate.
His cool gaze pierced through the mess on the ground and landed directly on Li Xian.
The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Zixia did not move.
She stood beneath the stone gate, the purple aura condensing and lingering, like a natural barrier.
His gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, past the mangled body of the old man in the Dragon Transformation Realm who had been split in two, and finally settled on the black gourd behind Li Xian.
"You killed my people in the Purple Mansion."
The voice was calm, without questioning, merely stating a fact.
Li Xian was also very calm:
"He tried to kill me first."
Zixia remained silent for a moment.
With a wave of his hand, a beam of purple light lifted the Purple Mansion Saint Son, who was lying paralyzed in a pool of blood, and pulled him behind him.
The Holy Son was broken all over and barely breathing.
But his eyes were fixed on Li Xian, filled with resentment.
"Junior sister...kill him..."
Zixia ignored her.
She looked at Li Xian, her tone still devoid of emotion:
"Hand over all your loot from the dungeon, and I can pretend nothing happened. Go your way, and we'll go our separate ways."
The conditions are not too demanding.
If it were any other holy maiden from a holy land, and a holy land elder had been killed, they would have fought to the death long ago.
Zixia's ability to utter these words truly befits the character of someone with the "innate Dao embryo."
Li Xian did not respond.
It wasn't that he was hesitating; he was considering the variables that would occur after the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was exposed.
Once this thing is handed over, the elders of the Purple Mansion Holy Land will only need to play with it for a short while to recognize its true origin.
The entire Eastern Wilderness will be shaken at that time.
"impossible!"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion struggled to raise half of his body from the purple light, his voice hoarse and frantic.
"Junior Sister! This bastard killed Deacon Liu and the Protector Elder! Where does this leave the Purple Mansion's reputation? He must cripple his cultivation, hand over all his magical artifacts, and crawl out on his knees! Otherwise—"
"Shut up."
Zixia said calmly.
The Holy Son choked, his face full of resentment, but dared not speak again.
But he turned his head and, with his last remaining strength, looked at the dark passage outside the stone gate, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
"Grandma...it's your turn to step in."
A ripple appeared in the void.
An elderly woman in a gray robe with a hunched back emerged from the shadows.
Her face was wrinkled, her eyes were cloudy, and she leaned on a bone cane, looking like a dying old woman who could breathe her last at any moment.
But the aura emanating from her made Li Xian tense up every nerve.
Nine transformations.
Peak of Dragon Transformation.
Half-Step Sendai Secret Realm.
This is Zixia's protector, not the Holy Son of Zifu.
"The Holy Maiden is kind-hearted, but I cannot bear to see her suffer."
The old woman's cloudy eyes stared at the black gourd and the floating Divine Furnace of Li Xian behind her, and she licked her dry, cracked lips.
That wasn't murderous intent, it was greed.
"These two items, one capable of instantly killing a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, and the other containing terrifying flames," the old woman said in a hoarse voice. "It's a waste that they've fallen into the hands of a mere Dao Palace child. It would be better to entrust them to the Purple Mansion for safekeeping, making the best use of them."
Zixia frowned slightly:
"Grandma—"
"The Holy Maiden need not say more."
The old woman interrupted her, slamming her cane heavily on the ground.
Nine streams of purple energy rose simultaneously, and the overwhelming pressure of the peak of the Nine Transformations of the Dragon swept down from the sky.
The protectors who had previously undergone the sixth transformation of the dragon were like domestic pigs compared to giant dragons in front of this old woman.
Li Xian's blood surged, and the pebbles beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
He grabbed the black gourd with his backhand.
The Immortal-Slaying Gourd has just released a Dao Sword and cannot be activated again for a short period of time.
The Divine Furnace of Departing Fire is usable, but with his divine power reserves at the first level of the Dao Palace, he couldn't withstand a direct confrontation with the Half-Step Immortal Platform in a single breath.
We need to use our trump card.
Just as Li Xian was about to invite the Red-Haired Ancestor—
"Sizzle..."
A sickeningly sharp, grating sound came from the deepest part of the underground palace.
Everyone froze.
Because that coffin containing blood essence moved.
The demonic patterns on the coffin lid glowed with a bloody light, and the lines, like living snakes, wriggled and twisted on the surface of the coffin, opening their mouths and exhaling breath.
"boom--!"
The coffin lid exploded.
A stench so foul it was nauseating emanated from the coffin, ten or even a hundred times stronger than the foul odor emanating from the stone gate earlier.
Inside the coffin, a desiccated corpse slowly sat up.
The mummified corpse was entirely black, with its skin and flesh tightly attached to its bones, its eye sockets sunken, and its fangs protruding from its mouth.
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation, no divine power, no magic power around him; he was like a specimen that had been dried out for ten thousand years.
But its eyes glowed with a faint green light.
The light is exactly the same as that of the Heavenly Demon Lantern.
The old woman's expression changed drastically. She held her cane horizontally in front of her, and nine streams of purple energy circulated wildly, transforming into a canopy to shield everyone.
"Retreat! All of you—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The dried corpse moved.
There were no signs whatsoever.
A withered corpse devoid of divine power.
The speed is so fast that space doesn't even have time to leave a afterimage.
Five jet-black finger bones pierced through the old woman's purple aura in an instant, through the protective runes of her internal organs, and through all the defenses she had painstakingly cultivated over a thousand years—
It pierced straight through the chest.
"puff."
The old woman looked down at the withered arm on her chest, her cloudy old eyes filled with disbelief.
The peak of the Nine Transformations of Dragon, half a step towards the Immortal Platform.
He couldn't even catch a single move.
The dried corpse opened its mouth.
He took a bite out of the old woman's head.
The sounds of bones cracking, chewing, and swallowing filled the air.
Zixia's face turned deathly pale, the Holy Son of Zifu almost fainted, and the remaining disciples of Zifu were terrified, collapsing to the ground, forgetting even to escape.
Li Xian's eyes narrowed sharply—
Ning Zhan achieved the Great Perfection of the Holy Body, and will never see the Beginningless One again.
A fully accomplished Holy Body can challenge the Supreme Being, while a fully accomplished Heavenly Demon Body can challenge the Holy Body.
This dried corpse was once a member of the demon race with an unparalleled physique—the Heavenly Demon Body. Its physical body was incredibly strong, capable of killing renowned figures with a single claw strike.
Three breaths.
The peak cultivator at the half-step Immortal Platform level, who had undergone the ninth transformation of the Dragon Transformation, was devoured alive, leaving not even a trace of his bones.
A trickle of black blood flowed from the corner of the dried corpse's mouth as it slowly turned its head.
His eerie green eyes swept across the entire area, finally settling on Zixia.
"Hehehe..."