Chapter 153
In that subspace, grotesque monsters were all around, either bloodied and disfigured or resembling deformed fish, devoid of any beauty. Even the Master needed beautiful things to cultivate his spirit, so he crafted such garments for a fish with lovely legs.
“Master, I want to try too.”
Chen Huai'an froze in front of his phone.
Because a system prompt was flashing on the screen:
【Your electronic girlfriend is requesting a gift: a pair of stockings. Will you give them?】
“Can I really send gifts to Li Qingran?”
Chen Huai'an gaped, quickly coming to his senses.
This is great news!
Li Qingran wore those Daoist robes every day, which were indeed beautiful, but they always felt a bit lacking. Now that he could send her gifts, wouldn’t that mean he could pass along maid outfits, sundresses, stockings, JK uniforms, swimsuits, and the like?
What?
Immoral!?
That’s a narrow-minded view; she’s wearing them for him, and that’s called intimacy.
However, he didn’t have any on hand, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to take the ones off Xiao Qing’s legs to give to Li Qingran. Besides, the most important thing right now wasn’t sending stockings but saving lives.
So, Chen Huai'an temporarily declined:
【I’m about to fight a great demon. I’ll make you some when I have a moment to rest.】
“Hehe, thank you, Master~ You’re the best~” Li Qingran lowered her gaze, her cloud-patterned embroidered shoes crunching on the jade bricks, her fingertips creating ripples in the flowing sleeves of her robe.
Although it wasn’t the first time the Master had given her something.
But this time, she had asked for it herself.
When she spoke, her heart raced—what if the Master refused?
Yet the Master agreed without hesitation. Did that mean she held a significant place in his heart?
But that outfit looked so embarrassing.
Would she really wear it for the Master?
Lost in thought, she flopped onto the bed, burying her pretty face in the blanket and rolling from side to side.
…
Meanwhile, Chen Huai'an was gradually coming to terms with Xiao Qing’s bizarre transformation.
Even so, every time he caught a glimpse of the chubby fish in the passenger seat wearing black stockings, he felt an overwhelming urge to complain.
By the way, Xiao Qing wouldn’t stay like this forever, would she?
In that case, he should cover her fish head when they went out.
Five minutes ago, he had been driving back, but the panic caused by the monster’s appearance led to frequent traffic accidents, and the road was choked with wrecked cars. He had no choice but to get out and walk; running back with his spiritual energy might even be faster than driving. Just as he got out of the car, he saw Xiao Qing rushing toward him.
The key point was that Xiao Qing was carrying the Jiu Zhuan Ling Lan, which had brought the Jiu Xiao Shen Lei Fu (Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Talisman) with her.
It was as if she knew he needed that talisman.
But Xiao Qing couldn’t communicate; all she could do was make bubbly sounds.
Otherwise, he would have thoroughly studied the principles behind it.
At this moment, it had been less than twenty minutes since the monster appeared. The bearded man had an immortal body and support from the Demon-Slaying Division, so hopefully, he could hold on a little longer.
Chen Huai'an felt anxious but could only silently pray.
…
On the Jinhe River, blood flowed like ink, and the stench of death surged like a tide.
When the broken blade was thrust into the ground, Luo Haisheng heard the sound of his own body shattering, reminiscent of that winter night seven years ago when the claws of the painted-skin demon pierced his chest.
The Corpse King approached slowly, wielding a bronze sword.
The sword tip dragged along the ground, sparking blinding flames.
The blade was broken, the bullets were spent, and the holy water was gone.
All that remained at his waist was a pack of cigarettes.
He desperately wanted to smoke one, hoping to rouse his sluggish mind, but unfortunately, he didn’t even have the strength to move a finger.
Before him lay the bodies of the demon slayers, sprawled in disarray.
Behind him, few could still stand.
They had never encountered such a formidable enemy.
The neon lights always boasted about how difficult it was to contain their demon blades, and the European region screamed about their demons, how terrifying those blood clans were… but compared to the monster before him, those were nothing.
The Corpse King stood before the bearded man.
“Ants.” The voice seemed to sigh, like a rusty knife scraping against a coffin lid.
“We are human, not ants!”
The bearded man gritted his teeth and struggled to rise.
But he collapsed again before the Corpse King—his legs had long been severed, and there was no nourishment left for them to regrow.
Almost all the cancer cells in his body had died; he was running on empty.
The Corpse King raised the bronze sword, hovering above Luo Haisheng’s head.
The Seven Star Formation lit up once more, but this time only six stars shone.
“Don’t!” Luo Haisheng’s words hadn’t even left his mouth.
The demon slayer had already thrown a vermilion talisman before the stars extinguished, but the talisman froze mid-air, turning to ice shards. The Corpse King vanished from sight, and by the time Luo Haisheng counted to the third shard hitting the ground, the demon slayer’s neck had already twisted into a spiral.
Another one dead.
Luo Haisheng buried his head in the ice shards in agony.
Why had such a powerful anomaly appeared?
Who could kill it?
“Old Luo.” A weak voice came from behind; it was Zhao Ying speaking: “Release the demon dragon within Chen Huai'an…”
“No way.” The bearded man frowned, his broken, bony fingers leaving three bloody scratches on the ice: “What if we release Chen Huai'an? Will that be enough to kill this monster?”
“At least it’s a chance; otherwise, we’ll all die. We… can’t wait for headquarters’ support any longer.”
“I am the Corpse King, Di Jiang.” The Corpse King let out a deep laugh: “I awaken at this moment to be invincible in the world. Unless the old monsters from Kunlun Xian Palace or Da Lei Yin Temple intervene, no matter how many come, they will only be nourishment for my path to greatness!”
Under an inexplicable pressure.
Everyone was paralyzed, unable to move or speak.
Like a flock of ducks waiting to be slaughtered.
Di Jiang stepped on Luo Haisheng’s head as he walked past, crushing his skull into fragments.
He was counting.
Counting the heartbeats of the living.
Counting the eyeballs of the dead.
Counting the brain matter left in the crevices of his bronze nails.
When he reached one hundred and nine, he smelled the scent of thunder.
Di Jiang raised an eyebrow, looking toward the mouth of the Jinhe River.
At the river’s mouth, a young man was walking toward him.
He stepped on the boundary between heaven and river.
Cold mist rose half a foot beneath his feet.
His black trench coat was darker than the night, and the electric arcs at the tips of his hair shone brighter than snow.
In his right hand, he held half a talisman.
The edges of the talisman burned with purple lightning.
It burned a hole in the night.
…
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Li Qingran
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Chapter 164: Divine Thunder Punishes Evil
On the icy surface, Chen Huai'an struggled to move.
The loss of a thousand layers of fortune made him feel like he was walking on a tightrope.
It felt as if he would slip at any moment, and after that, he probably wouldn’t be able to stand again.
【Disciple, let me test you. What grade is the Zixiao Shen Lei Fu, and what is its power?】
Li Qingran recalled the books she had read in the scripture repository and answered, “The Zixiao Shen Lei Fu is a talisman crafted by great cultivators during thunderstorms, made from the condensed thunder of the Nine Heavens. At the very least, it’s of high quality, often used against enemies in the Transformation stage. When used, it can transform the user into divine thunder, breaking through anything. In an unprepared state, it can even severely injure those in the late Transformation stage.”
【How does it compare to the Jiu Yang Zi Lei Fu?】
“The Jiu Yang Zi Lei Fu is a talisman refined by thunder-rooted cultivators using their own thunder spiritual power, specifically targeting the Transformation stage. When activated, it can also summon the divine thunder of the Nine Heavens. If we’re comparing…” Li Qingran tapped her lips with her finger, tilting her head: “I still think the Zixiao Shen Lei Fu is superior, as the Nine Heavens divine thunder is the most rigid and yang, a product of the heavenly way, making it harder to craft.”
【If I were to give you a talisman, would you dare to use it?】
Li Qingran shrank her head, shaking it like a rattle: “Master, you’re joking. I’m just a Foundation Establishment disciple; how could I dare to use such a divine talisman? I wouldn’t be able to control it; even the residual power of the divine thunder would be enough to fill me with dread.”
After “making a call” with Li Qingran, Chen Huai'an felt more certain.
The Zixiao Shen Lei Fu might not be able to kill a prepared late Transformation stage opponent, but the Corpse King was different. The purest and most yang Zixiao Shen Lei would definitely have a restraining effect on such evil beings, and its power coefficient would at least triple!
Behind the Corpse King, in a pile of rotten flesh, a mouth opened and closed: “Huai'an… kid?”
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