Chapter 179
Li Qingran pointed at the sword pellet, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
After all, her master hadn’t mentioned needing a sword pellet; he only asked for talismans and elixirs.
“Ah, this…” Xu An scratched his head, chuckling awkwardly. “Senior Brother Zhenhe insisted on giving it to me, saying it was for the Ancestor’s appraisal. But I get it; he just wants to know if his sword pellet catches the Ancestor’s eye… Sigh, that’s just how he is. If the Ancestor doesn’t want it, I’ll return it right away.”
Li Qingran was about to speak when a booming voice echoed through the void: “Hold on!”
Chen Huai'an squinted at the sword pellet.
If he remembered correctly, this sword pellet could severely injure someone below the Golden Core stage, and it was lethal to anyone below the Foundation Establishment stage, right?
He opened the map and focused on Cangjian Peak, zooming in on the meditating Zhenhe.
【Cangjian Peak’s Direct Disciple - Zhenhe】
【A steady and humble person, revealing only a fraction of his swordsmanship, with unparalleled sword intent hidden in his sheath.】
【Evaluation: Exceptional Old Yinbi.】
Chen Huai'an narrowed his eyes further, realizing this matter was not simple.
Given Zhenhe’s character, since he was so humble and never flaunted his abilities, it stood to reason that even if his sword pellet could kill someone below the Golden Core stage, he would only claim it could severely injure. Therefore, this sword pellet could definitely show the Bone China Bodhisattva a thing or two.
If one sword pellet wasn’t enough, didn’t he have three right now?
“This sword pellet has some flaws; I’ll take a good look at it for him!”
Chen Huai'an gathered the talismans, elixirs, and sword pellet from the table and logged off directly.
Xu An felt the gaze from the void disappear and was momentarily stunned. Coming back to his senses, he smiled wryly at Li Qingran and clasped his hands. “As expected of the Ancestor! Senior Brother Zhenhe’s sword pellet has reached perfection; even the peak master of Cangjian Peak couldn’t find any faults, yet the Ancestor can still spot flaws… The Ancestor’s realm is truly beyond our reach!”
“Hehe, after all, Master exists above the Dongxu stage; there’s no need for you to belittle yourself, Xu An.”
Li Qingran clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes crescent-shaped with a smile.
She was also a very humble person, but who could blame her for being proud of her master?
Her master was simply powerful.
The strongest!
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**Chapter 193: Sword Pellet (Braised Screw +1)**
“Is this the extent of the Kunlun Palace’s strength?!”
At the center of the battlefield, the ground had sunk several meters under the pressure of the clash between the Bone China Bodhisattva and Wang Shouyi.
Bang!
Wang Shouyi was sent flying again, his body rolling on the ground and carving out a trench several dozen meters long.
The protective spiritual light around him flickered twice before finally extinguishing. His Heart-Guarding Mirror shattered, and his moon-white long robe was tattered and torn.
The Bone China Bodhisattva pointed a finger, the swastika symbol at her fingertip crazily siphoning the spiritual energy from Wang Shouyi’s dantian.
Wang Shouyi struggled to form seals and activate talismans.
Bang bang! Two talismans exploded against the surface of the porcelain armor, but the fiery energy from the talismans was redirected back to his charred fingertips by the cracks in the Bodhisattva’s fingertip glaze. The most critical part was that the Seven Stars Convergence Sword he had just unleashed—seven sword energies coalescing in the air, forming a Big Dipper sword formation—was also being slowly devoured by the blood marrow golden wheel behind the Bodhisattva.
“Little Daoist!” The Bone China Bodhisattva leaned in, her massive head looming over him, her bloodied mouth spitting out a long tongue that wrapped around Wang Shouyi’s right hand, which was trying to form seals. “Didn’t your master teach you? The kiln fire of Jinde Town…” A sharp, cold laugh mixed with the sound of shattering porcelain echoed from all directions. “Is best at refining the righteous energy of your Daoist sect! Hahaha!”
Wang Shouyi felt his spiritual energy dwindling.
Even the Broken Law Sword, which had been blocking the Bodhisattva’s finger, was gradually losing its luster.
“Damn it, is this really my limit?”
He glared at the overbearing Bone China Bodhisattva, gritting his teeth.
After ten years of hard training, he had hoped to emerge from the mountains to slay demons and achieve great deeds. He thought his first task would be a small test of skill, but he never expected to encounter such a powerful ghost cultivator.
The Bone China Bodhisattva pressed down with her ghostly fire-wreathed finger, inch by inch, making it increasingly difficult to resist, and it seemed she was about to crush him and his sword together.
“Is it… really impossible?!”
Wang Shouyi’s face turned pale, and he spat out blood.
At that moment.
Boom! A thunderous roar echoed from the sky.
The entire world turned white for an instant, and a bolt of lightning struck the Bone China Bodhisattva.
“Ahhh—!”
The Bone China Bodhisattva howled in pain, her grip on the sword loosening for a moment.
But Wang Shouyi was already too weak to continue fighting; the Broken Law Sword tilted to the side, and the world spun before his eyes.
As his body fell backward, he suddenly felt someone lift him from behind. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the demon-slaying cultivators who had previously “fled” the battlefield.
“Cough cough… didn’t you guys leave?”
Wang Shouyi couldn’t help but feel tears welling up at the thought of being saved in his final moments.
Never abandon, never give up.
This is what it means to be human!
How magnificent, our human race!
“Actually, we were about to leave, but he wouldn’t let us,” Lin Chen said, nodding toward the figure holding the lightning talisman in front.
Wang Shouyi turned his head and saw the man who had previously shrunk behind everyone, now standing at the forefront, looking strikingly handsome.
His shoulders weren’t particularly broad,
But the shadow cast by the moonlight covered everyone.
“This… this man…” Wang Shouyi’s voice trembled, his shaking finger pointing at Chen Huai'an. “His… his pants are about to fall…”
With that, he fainted.
Xiang Xiaoyuan: “…”
Zhao Ying/Lin Chen: “…”
“Cough cough.” Chen Huai'an paused, raising the hand holding the lightning talisman, quickly adjusting his pants.
His belt had snapped, and when his spiritual energy erupted, it inevitably caused his pants to balloon, giving the impression they might fall.
“Was that lightning just now triggered by you?” The Bone China Bodhisattva, her head charred from the lightning, glared fiercely at Chen Huai'an, a sinister smile creeping across her face. “Young one, your righteous energy is quite strong within that lightning, but it’s still lacking some refinement… My kiln fire specializes in devouring righteous energy, so it’s just right for helping you recover some strength!”
Her white porcelain arm was wreathed in ghostly fire, and within it, one could faintly see the images of young girls from the Mingde era, each one throwing themselves into the kiln fire.
It was these girls’ blood sacrifices that had created the Bone China Bodhisattva’s strange dharma body, cultivating a ghostly form of Buddhist energy, becoming a creature that was neither demon nor Buddha.
“Old hag, you’ve got some skills, huh? You can actually cultivate Buddhist energy with a ghostly body?” Chen Huai'an found it absurd.
Doesn’t this mean that this porcelain mother thought she was still saving sentient beings while executing blood sacrifices?
What a twisted mindset…
He didn’t know that when the Bone China Bodhisattva was born, it coincided with a great drought, where people were suffering to the point of cannibalism. Rather than watching them kill each other in pain, she chose to conduct blood sacrifices.
She truly believed she was doing good.
Especially for those girls who were sacrificed.
Not only were they a bargaining chip to “revive” an official’s son, but their families also received food to survive from her, making it somewhat acceptable to let their sons live on, even if it meant tightening their belts a little.
One could say these blood sacrifices were all ‘voluntary.’
It was a transaction where one was willing to give and the other was willing to take!
The Bone China Bodhisattva said nothing, merely raising a hand to strike at Chen Huai'an.
Her palms, which had been pressed together in prayer, suddenly separated.
As her right palm spread open, it transformed from a normal human size into a mountain-like force, the palm filled with blood-colored scriptures. Wherever it passed, the air stagnated, accompanied by the sounds of ghostly wails and demonic howls.
Previously, she was no match for Chen Huai'an.
But now it was different; her strength had recovered somewhat and was already above Chen Huai'an. Moreover, as long as she ‘devoured’ Chen Huai'an and Wang Shouyi, her damaged foundation would quickly restore.
This was all an opportunity!
Wang Shouyi was indeed a disciple of Xikunlun.
But he had only joined the ‘outer sect’ during the early stages of spiritual energy revival, not being part of the core. Killing him was just killing a pawn; why would she be blamed?
“Ugh—”
Chen Huai'an looked up at the towering palm and sighed.
“Letting these Sword Pavilion disciples create talismans is still too much to ask.” He shook his fingers, the crumpled lightning talisman in his hand covered in messy notes, the talisman script crooked and uneven, clearly showing that these disciples had been trembling while drawing the talismans.
How could they possibly produce high-quality talismans like this?
Not a single one among dozens was of medium quality.
All were inferior products.
Seeing Chen Huai'an put away the talismans, the Bone China Bodhisattva thought he was out of tricks.
“What’s wrong? Out of moves? Then die!”
Boom—!
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