TEMBMBIWB Chapter 52
by VolareHua Zhi widened his eyes, surprised but not afraid.
“Hahahaha… look, Divine Lord, are these the words you should be saying? How can a god constantly talk about killing?”
He patted Tan Zhui’s shoulder and whispered, “Sleep, sleep.”
But the drowsy White Deer Immortal’s eyes turned cold, and his aura changed drastically.
Hua Zhi immediately sensed something was wrong. Just as he was about to break free, he saw a water blade descend from above.
Blood splattered, landing on his face.
Hua Zhi was stunned in place, looking at the madman in front of him who had injured his own wrist.
Because of the bloodletting, the drug in his body, driven by spiritual power, overflowed from his wrist and dissipated into the surroundings.
The moonlight was stained red, but the White Deer Immortal remained expressionless.
The aloof and ethereal Immortal held the Fu Shou Sword, his cold eyes now incomparably gloomy, his chin slightly raised.
The Fu Shou Sword was also slowly lifted.
Only then did Hua Zhi come to his senses and try to escape. Just as he was about to shout for help, he discovered that the blood beads floating around him suddenly turned into arrows, shooting in all directions like a bloody storm.
The celestial officials and soldiers waiting nearby were all pierced in the forehead and had their throats cut by the blood arrows.
Hua Zhi forced a smile, laughing more wildly.
“As expected of the White Deer Immortal, truly one sword against a thousand troops…”
Having said that, his expression changed and he stomped his foot on the ground.
A dull thud echoed, and the ground beneath the hall began to tremble violently, as if countless drumsticks were pounding beneath it. The plates and wine cups on the surrounding tables and chairs clattered to the ground, emitting screams.
Countless black qi rose from below, like ascending rapids, instantly obscuring the night pearls in the entire hall. The surroundings were suddenly plunged into a dim darkness.
Tan Zhui grasped the Fu Shou Sword, glanced at the person lying on the table, and couldn’t help but kick him in the butt.
“Still not awake?”
Yue Shanglan let out a yelp when he was kicked.
“Ah Zhui, you have no humanity.”
He rubbed his bottom, slowly got up, stretched his limbs, and then leisurely drew the green flute from his waist.
Yue Shanglan tapped the flute in his hand and pointed it at Hua Zhi, “Hey, brat, you’re scheming, are you doing it clearly?”
The black qi surged around them, trapping the two immortals within it.
Tan Zhui raised his eyes to look at the sky and soared into the air with his sword.
Yue Shanglan, quick-witted, raised the flute in his hand. The White Deer Immortal lightly stepped onto it and stabbed towards the top of the hall.
Yue Shanglan waved his sleeve, and the flute in his hand transformed into a sword. A sword qi rose, leveling the surrounding Xiu Luo aura that was attacking them.
The Fu Shou Sword pierced the huge night pearl above the hall. The moment the night pearl shattered, it absorbed the White Deer Immortal’s immortal energy and was suddenly condensed.
Countless pieces of night pearl glass, wrapped in the Moonlight divine power, were driven down towards the Xiu Luo black qi below, like countless heavenly stones falling rapidly.
After a series of intense sounds, the surrounding black qi emitted screams before fading away completely.
A shout came from below, “Ah Zhui, it’s a puppet! That brat already slipped away!”
Yue Shanglan broke the illusion before him, his expression anxious.
Tan Zhui probed the qi, and said in a deep voice, “Chase!”
“Kill him, leave no survivors.”
…
Sui Chunsheng sat on the Fei Luan, subconsciously lifting the curtain to look down.
That moonlit figure was staring at him, his lips seemed to move slightly.
The young man’s heart trembled, and he quickly tried to confirm what his master had said.
A soul transmission entered his mind, “This is a trap, be extremely careful.”
Sui Chunsheng’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly looked to his side.
Yong Lan and Si Feng were startled by him.
Yong Lan asked in surprise, “What’s wrong? Your face looks so bad, are you uncomfortable?”
Si Feng examined him, sensed that something was wrong, and chose to use soul transmission.
Si Feng: “What’s wrong? Is there something strange?”
Sui Chunsheng: “It’s a trap.”
Si Feng frowned, and looked at Yong Lan beside him.
Yong Lan naturally heard the soul transmission between the two and immediately widened his eyes.
Si Feng quickly covered his mouth, which was about to shout out, and glared at him fiercely.
Only when Yong Lan calmed down did Si Feng slowly let go of him.
Sui Chunsheng looked back at the coachman driving the Fei Luan, and noticed that a black qi seemed to be emerging from the back of his neck.
He was very familiar with this aura, it was from the Xiu Luo remnants.
The young man’s expression darkened, and he signaled to Si Feng with his eyes.
The two exchanged glances, and slowly reached for the swords at their waists.
At the right moment, the two young men’s eyes turned cold simultaneously.
Their swords were drawn at the same time, slicing the carriage in front of them in two.
Yong Lan immediately came to his senses and summoned his fan.
The Qiankun fan immediately became enormous, lifting the three of them up.
The moment the carriage splintered, the two giant beasts pulling the carriage cried out.
The coachman looked shocked, clearly not expecting it.
The Qiankun fan flew quickly, already far away.
Si Feng said in a low voice, “What now?”
Sui Chunsheng touched himself, and indeed found something his master had left on him.
It was a handkerchief, which still had the scent of his master’s sandalwood.
A spell was on it, with only four words: “Leave quickly, don’t linger.”
Si Feng and Yong Lan looked at him, waiting for his conclusion.
The Little Immortal of the Hibiscus wore a solemn face, and said each word clearly, “Go, back to the Nine Heavens.”
Yong Lan paused, “What about our master?”
Si Feng glanced at him, “Going back now will only hold him back.”
Yong Lan came to his senses and urged the Qiankun fan towards the Nine Heavens.
Just as the three were about to break through the South Sea surface, a purple glow caught up to them.
Behind them, everything suddenly darkened ominously, as if something had suddenly appeared in the water, slowly approaching them.
Sui Chunsheng shouted sharply, “Something’s wrong, hurry!”
Yong Lan grit his teeth and urged the fan, he was sweating profusely. He was now very regretful that he had not listened to his ancestor’s words and practiced a few more hours before, so he wouldn’t be so tired now.
It seemed like there was a force working against him, trying to restrain the trajectory of the Qiankun fan below him.
Yong Lan’s teeth were about to break, “No, no, something’s not right!”
Sui Chunsheng put his hand on Yong Lan’s shoulder, transmitting his spiritual power to him, but Yong Lan’s face looked even worse, “No, it won’t work, it won’t go out!”
Si Feng’s expression changed dramatically, and he quickly said, “Don’t give him power, his dantian is going to explode.”
Sui Chunsheng quickly withdrew his hand and looked behind him.
The chaotic darkness was getting closer and closer, already right in front of them.
Sui Chunsheng felt a stench rushing towards him and immediately widened his eyes.
“Get out of the way!” he shouted immediately.
Before his voice fell, the chaotic darkness suddenly revealed its true form. A giant Shi Ju Xiao opened its mouth and stretched countless tentacles to roll seawater towards the three.
The three young men soared into the air, breaking through the water’s surface.
The Qiankun fan flew back into Yong Lan’s hand, looking completely deflated.
The Shi Ju’s tentacles chased after them. The three drew their swords simultaneously, and slashed out sword qi at the countless tentacles.
But the tentacles were too huge, and they grew back quickly after being severed.
By the time Sui Chunsheng reacted, he had already been dragged back into the sea.
Sui Chunsheng felt an unprecedented cold. The tentacles were wrapped around him, as if they were going to crush him entirely.
The foul-smelling aura engulfed him, and he felt the Xiu Luo Demon Soul inside him also start to stir.
In the moment of clouded consciousness, he yelled, “Master!”
…
The pain throughout his body awakened the young man.
This kind of tearing, struggling pain was very familiar. It was the Xiu Luo Demon Soul and the spirit root inside him fighting for control of this body.
His mouth and nose were filled with the metallic taste of blood. He coughed, and black water surged from his throat.
But the surroundings suddenly became very warm, as if something had pierced his arm. Then, there was an unbearable pain, and a counteracting force surged into his body through his arm.
He couldn’t help but yell, and suddenly opened his eyes.
Hua Zhi saw that he had woken up, and couldn’t help but laugh softly, “Oh, little Immortal Lord, you woke up just in time.”
Sui Chunsheng glared at him and angrily asked, “Where’s my master?”
Hua Zhi clicked his tongue twice, “Little Immortal Lord, you should be concerned about yourself first. Your situation is much more pitiful than your master’s.”
He quickly noticed that there was a strange thing on his arm, attached to him.
The young man’s limbs were all restrained, and countless “chains” entangled him.
He was now lying in a glass cauldron, which slowly turned and stood upright.
Only then was Sui Chunsheng able to properly look at Hua Zhi.
Hua Zhi held a short blade made of shells in his hand, and pressed it against his chest.
He tore open his collar and his hand fell on his chest, gently rubbing it.
The young man immediately frowned, and sternly asked, “What are you doing?”
Hua Zhi chuckled, “Look at how stingy you are.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to take advantage of you.”
As he said this, he slowly raised the short blade in his hand. The cold tip of the blade pressed against his skin, and it would pierce through with a little force.
Sui Chunsheng couldn’t help but curl his lips, “You want the Xiu Luo Demon Soul?”
Hua Zhi raised an eyebrow, “Naturally.”
“You can only blame yourself.”
Sui Chunsheng sneered, “Dream on, I did bad things, and you want me to blame myself.”
Hua Zhi: “Of course you should blame yourself. I was originally only after the essence within the Divine Lord’s body, who knew you would eat the pastries and soup I used to test him!”
His face became twisted.
“But it’s good, it let me discover the thing inside your body.”
“You think this Xiu Luo Demon Soul was planted in you by someone else? It’s something you were born with!”
Sui Chunsheng frowned, “What do you mean?”
Hua Zhi smiled slyly, “Don’t play dumb, little Immortal Lord. You’re originally a member of the Xiu Luo Clan, you’re the Xiu Luo remnant.”
Sui Chunsheng widened his eyes, and was furious, “What nonsense are you spouting?”
Hua Zhi blinked, and chuckled, “It seems the little Immortal Lord doesn’t know.”
“So that’s it, so that’s it…”
He slowly approached, and the short blade slowly pierced in, making a sound of tearing flesh.
Sui Chunsheng bit his teeth and muffled a groan. Then he heard the man whisper into his ear, “Your master should have discovered it long ago. You are of the Xiu Luo bloodline, but he insisted on keeping you by his side and raising you… He even made a Divine Wood spirit root for you. The Xiu Luo clan can’t cultivate spirit roots, only boundless demonic qi and chaos…”
“What a truly devoted teacher-disciple relationship… Hahahahahaha–”
The short blade was plunged into his chest, wishing it could swallow the hilt as well.