IS Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Western Region.

Ye Zhuo cleaved open the long-sealed, profoundly mysterious ancient shamanic secret realm’s gate with a single sword strike.

The mountain gate burst open, and the overflowing chilling malice made Jinming shudder. This human realm had declined, but it had once flourished. This kind of heritage, originating from the ancient wilderness, couldn’t be called “immortal,” but “divine.” This type of area was extremely dangerous; those who entered rarely survived, and besides, no one could enter. Therefore, no one had bothered with it for a long time.

Jinming: “This is too dangerous! Be careful!”

After forcing him to make a Heart Devil Oath, he suddenly inexplicably said he wanted to come here. What exactly did he want to do? Who would dare to enter such a place?

Ye Zhuo came here, naturally, to enter.

Wasn’t it said there was Heavenly Dao luck here? Perfect for doing dangerous things. He entered with his sword in hand.

Jinming’s vision went dark for a moment and could only follow. If this person had an accident, wouldn’t he be doomed?

The further they went, the more extremely dangerous it felt. Jinming turned back, wanting to say this wasn’t a place humans could enter, telling that Qingyi (blue-robed) medicinal cultivator not to follow anymore. He had been forced to make a Heart Devil Oath, and the medicinal cultivator hadn’t escaped either. Now they were both in the same boat in this world.

But when he looked back, there was no sign of the medicinal cultivator. He had already slipped away.

Looking back towards Ye Zhuo, a huge, hideous Nuo mask was grinning as it rushed towards the slender red-robed figure, opening its abyssal maw to devour him. Jinming was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin.

There was no ripple in Ye Zhuo’s eyes. He leapt up to meet it, his sword like a flash of lightning. In an instant, they exchanged hundreds, even thousands, of moves. He also used another sword to bat away the Heavy Cloud Purple Lightning Sword that was trying to join the fray.

Finally, he raised a hand to wipe away blood from the corner of his lips. That line of bright red on the back of his hand made Jinming’s heart leap into his throat.

The Nuo mask was chopped into more than a dozen pieces that fell to the ground.

Weird laughter echoed around them, growing louder and more shrill. Suddenly, thousands of blinding rays of bloody light appeared, each a blood curse filled with resentment. Anyone touched by even one of them was bound to be plagued by misfortune and die a heart-wrenching death. With his flying sword at his side, Ye Zhuo radiated a palpable killing intent. It was hard to say whether he or the bloody light was more dazzling, his piercing sword light directly slashing at the true form of the “Curse,” which was gradually emerging from the sea of blood, bizarre like a giant symbol.

This was just entering the door.

Throughout his life, when Ye Zhuo entered secret realms, he always had to reach its core.

Jinming had never suffered like this in his life. Why was the dragon race’s heart so resilient? Was it so he wouldn’t be scared to death by people like this today?

It wasn’t until the secret realm was destroyed, and the mountains and halls inside collapsed onto the human realm’s land, and Ye Zhuo still had some breath left in him, that Jinming felt he could finally breathe.

Ye Zhuo slowly ate a pill. It had appeared in his storage ring sometime in the past.

Immortal crystals floated around him, the spiritual energy gradually being absorbed and exhausted, dimming into dust, and then being replaced with new immortal crystals.

Jinming really wanted to thank the heavens. They had actually come out alive this time. And this person even knew to take medicine himself.

Long hair, soaked with blood, a few strands stuck to his cheek and neck. His skin was as white as snow. After the killing was over, the sword was sheathed, and the killing intent gradually dissipated. The breathtaking beauty hadn’t faded yet. In the Western Region, it wasn’t heavy snow, but scattered snowflakes, drifting onto his eyelashes. This person, who had killed gods and demons alike in the secret realm, suddenly became still, like colored clouds easily dispersed, like fragile glass. If another snowflake fell, would he break? For some reason, Jinming took two steps forward.

Then those eyes looked over, icy and cold. As soon as the chill rose, the translucent, ethereal air from before seemed like an illusion, and he completely reverted to hisshà shén – evil spirit, god of disaster appearance.

Jinming opened a box carved from spirit wood and offered it to him: “Do you want to eat some?”

Ye Zhuo looked over. Several water-attributed immortal fruits, he didn’t know what they did, but they probably replenished some spiritual power and increased divine sense. He took one.

That’s good, Jinming sighed in relief. He would still eat something. There were so many good things in the shamanic secret realm, he had fought so many battles, and he was even favored by the shamanic god’s remaining consciousness, who had gifted him something. This was a top-notch opportunity, even in the Three Thousand Worlds. His anger should be gone now, right?

He had taken care of younger siblings before, so he had some experience. But the dragon race’s little dragons were just casually tossed somewhere and that was it. What was he supposed to do with this human?

Fortunately, although his wealth wasn’t comparable to Li Yuan’s, he had everything he could need. Pondering what he should offer next, Jinming asked, “Where to next?”

As he asked, Ye Zhuo lit a signal firework to summon Wei Sheng Xian to come and clean up the things he had turned over. Hearing this, Ye Zhuo gave Jinming a strange look. Where to next? Wasn’t it obvious? Did he think if they just stood here, the luck would come to them?

“The next secret realm,” Ye Zhuo said.

–Still going?

Jinming really felt like he was about to die. Was there anyone in this world who could control Ye Zhuo? He managed to find out that there was someone in the human realm who might be able to manage Ye Zhuo, named Wei Sheng Xian. Ye Zhuo was the Second Palace Master, so Wei Sheng Xian was the Grand Palace Master. Wouldn’t he be able to say something? So he wrote a letter accusing Ye Zhuo of his actions these past few days. The reply was just four words: “Thanks for letting me know.” Turning the page, there was another line, with three words: “Understood.” Jinming almost fainted from anger.

He now felt that Ye Zhuo was a madman. He went to one deadly place after another, taking medicine after getting injured before going to another. Heavenly Dao luck was meant to protect one’s safety. This person was using it to gamble with his life. How could any Heavenly Dao protect him to this extent? Wasn’t he afraid of actually dying? His cultivation was indeed progressing by leaps and bounds, but was cultivation so interesting? Was it worth disregarding life and death?

Immortal crystals and spirit veins were used to replenish consumption, but he was using them to reforge his body’s meridians inch by inch with immortal spiritual energy. He was reforging them so well that Jinming wanted to as well, but not everyone could make that decision.

Apart from that, no one had mentioned a word about that little dragon spawn. Jinming was about to put it out of his mind as well. His mind was now filled with how to keep this human alive. The glass was placed on the edge of the high platform. Who wouldn’t be terrified of it falling?

Counting on his fingers how many places this person might be interested in, places where he might want to find opportunities, Jinming began to sort through his possessions, haggard. Thinking of the little dragon spawn, and then of himself, only four words came to Jinming’s mind: “Make the most of everything.”

Ye Zhuo was very satisfied with his progress these days.

Traveling through the four regions, his spiritual power was now as deep as the sea, his meridians and physique impeccable. He had obtained more inheritances, which had increased his insight and knowledge.

That gold dragon wasn’t completely useless, at least he had a lot of spirit stones, a wide range of knowledge, and he flew very fast. Watching the gold dragon stomp its feet was also a form of entertainment.

It wasn’t all just secret realms and such. During the intervals of regulating his breathing and healing his wounds, Ye Zhuo would also visualize his spiritual sea, wanting to see clearly what exactly was happening.

After seeing it clearly, he somewhat believed Jinming’s words.

Perhaps there was a dragon spawn. It had no substance, no shape, just a vague awareness in his consciousness that there was something different from himself there.

It should be very small. It hadn’t caused any trouble, just ate spiritual energy. It didn’t eat energy directly from the outside, only the immortal spiritual energy he had refined. It would eat less when his spiritual power consumption was high, and eat more when his spiritual power consumption was low. If no new spiritual energy entered his body, it would stop eating. Ninety-five percent. Ye Zhuo had tested this number, and it would stop there.

So one night, when his spiritual sea was calm and full, he suddenly unleashed a very energy-consuming sword strike towards the snowy ground.

The thing that was evenly and slowly absorbing spiritual energy suddenly paused, retreated in a bit of panic, and even released some spiritual power, as if trying to return it to him. Then it disappeared, not reappearing until a whole day later, tentatively eating a little in the very full spiritual sea.

Nothing happened, so it slowly ate a little more. So Ye Zhuo unleashed another sword strike, and this time it only reappeared after two days. When it seemed to be comfortable and began to absorb spiritual energy again, Ye Zhuo naturally unleashed another sword strike.

This time, it seemed to have cried out. Ye Zhuo didn’t know if he had actually heard it.

He sheathed his sword. The black jade sword body merged into the scabbard. The hilt was unadorned. Under the snow light, the subtle undulations of the black dragon scales could be clearly seen. Holding it, the touch was the same as the dragon’s scales, his Life-Bound Sword.

Fine snow flew diagonally, quietly drifting in the vastness between heaven, earth, and distant mountains.

Just like this little beast.