stonecrandall Chapter 16 Suppressing These Three Scoundrels, over and over again.
Chapter 16 Suppressing These Three Scoundrels, over and over again.
Six months is not a long time.
It was enough for Li Xian to thoroughly explore all the resource points of the monsters in the Primal Ruins and below the Other Shore Realm.
Lingxu Cave Heaven, Quiet Chamber.
Morning light streamed through the window and fell onto the jade couch.
Weiwei curled up under the silk quilt, her black hair spread out on the jade pillow, her long eyelashes still closed.
Her breathing was deep and even, her nose was slightly red, and the unique cool fragrance of the divine spring water lingered on her body.
Li Xian sat on the edge of the couch, without wearing an outer robe.
His lean back was muscular and defined, with several old scars crisscrossing his back.
He was flipping through a jade slip with his right hand.
He placed his left hand on Weiwei's waist, gently stroking it with his thumb.
The jade slip records the terrain of the original ruins, which he has read no less than a hundred times, comparing it with his memory of the actual terrain.
"The deviation is not significant."
"It can be basically determined that the Emperor's Tomb is located on a volcano about seven thousand miles northwest of the Dry Corpse Pit."
"What are you talking about?"
A lazy voice came from beside me.
Weiwei turned her head to the side, her blue eyes half-open, still hazy with sleepiness.
"Debriefing".
Li Xian put away the jade slip.
Weiwei turned over and faced him.
The silk quilt slipped down, revealing a section of snow-white skin.
She didn't pull the blanket away, but instead stretched out her finger and touched a newly added scar on Li Xian's ribs.
"Is this the silver-winged centipede from the day before yesterday?"
"Hmm, a minor boss at the peak of the Other Shore realm, his bloodline and supernatural abilities are quite remarkable."
"Small...thin silk?"
"High-value kill target," Li Xian rephrased.
Vivi stared at him for a moment.
Spiritual patterns flowed deep within her azure eyes.
The Celestial Eye activates autonomously.
Every time she used these eyes, she could see the incredibly wide divine bridge above the sea of suffering within Li Xian's body.
Ten feet wide.
A full zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).
The so-called genius disciples of the Yao Guang Holy Land could barely stand on the Divine Bridge, which was only about a foot wide.
Those core disciples of the Holy Land who are three to five feet tall are already considered prodigies.
The One-Zhang Divine Bridge represents the foundation of a Saint-level being.
But he was a mortal.
"Your sacred bridge has widened again," Vivi said in a lower voice.
She moved her slender white fingers away from the wound and placed them on his chest, feeling the steady, heavy heartbeat beneath.
Ordinary people do not have any special physical bonuses.
Every inch of the sacred bridge was crafted using a vast amount of resources.
During the six months she helped him protect the bridge, she personally witnessed it grow from half a foot to ten feet.
I enter meditation at midnight every night and emerge from meditation at dawn.
The body is soaked in herbal elixir, refined from old medicine, and infused with divine spring water, without fail for a single day.
Even after getting close to her, he had to continue meditating and cultivating himself, returning the turbulent blood and energy in his body to the sea of suffering.
She sometimes wondered about her place in this man's heart.
It's roughly somewhere between cultivation and monster-slaying, slightly above eating, and slightly below enlightenment.
His hand was still on her waist.
Weiwei didn't say anything, but leaned closer to him.
My forehead rested against the inside of his forearm.
"It's not time for meditation yet," she said in a muffled voice.
Li Xian glanced down at her.
The morning light shone on her profile, and her eyelashes cast a small shadow on her cheekbone.
Her lips were slightly pursed, with a hint of unconscious awkwardness.
He didn't move.
He didn't pull his hand away either.
After a moment, Li Xian spoke:
"Regarding what you mentioned yesterday, the demon race infiltrated the ruins. How does the sect leader plan to deal with that?"
Yesterday, when she was emotional, Weiwei said that the leader of Lingxu told her that a group of demons had infiltrated the primitive ruins, seemingly wanting to open an ancestral site.
The six great grottoes guard the primitive ruins as their own private plots.
Of course, they wouldn't let the demons take advantage of them for nothing, and planned to send out experts to snipe them.
Vivi opened her eyes.
She sat up and casually pulled her coat over her shoulders.
His tone returned to its usual calm:
"The six great grotto heavens jointly dispatched their elite forces to penetrate deep into the ruins and ambush the demon race, led by a Dao Palace realm sect leader."
"Dao Palace Realm." Li Xian quickly compared it in his mind, "Not enough."
"not enough?"
"The ruins that the demon race wants to open are far more important than we imagine."
"Going to the Dao Palace Realm is only enough to be an appetizer."
Vivi frowned: "How did you know?"
"Strategy Guide"
"..."
Weiwei had gotten used to the strange words he would occasionally blurt out.
She chose to ignore it and continued:
"The sect leader intends for me to lead a group of disciples to participate in the encirclement and suppression, and accumulate merits. The cave heaven has hidden treasures, so going there will not be a loss."
"Don't go."
Li Xian spoke very directly.
Vivi paused slightly.
She lowered her eyes, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
Are you worried about me?
"If you leave, who will protect me?"
"..."
Weiwei grabbed a pillow and threw it at his back.
Li Xian did not dodge.
He stood up, put on his outer robe, fastened his belt, and tucked the monk's knife into his waistband.
"I'll take Ye Fan and Pang Bo with me."
He walked toward the door, paused, and glanced back at her.
"What I mean is... let's go together and give you a great opportunity."
Weiwei leaned against the headboard, still clutching the pillow in her hand, watching his back.
"Li Xian".
"Um?"
"I want the elixir of immortality."
"It's inappropriate for the female lead to say such lines."
The pillow flew over again.
This time, Li Xian dodged to the side and pushed open the door to go out.
……
The inner courtyard of Lingxu Cave, where Pang Bo resides.
Li Xian pushed open the door.
Pang Bo was sitting cross-legged on a futon.
The bronze plaque of Daleiyin Temple stands behind, its golden light faintly visible.
His eyes were closed, and his expression shifted between ferocity and calm.
Its body flashed with alternating demonic and Buddhist auras.
Ye Fan sat to one side, holding a bronze lamp in his hand and chanting Taoist scriptures, ready to provide reinforcements at any time.
"Squeezing toothpaste as usual?" Li Xian walked over.
Ye Fan nodded: "The Azure Lotus King caused another disturbance this morning, but Old Pang forcefully suppressed it."
"However, this time he used the sixth move of the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes as his starting move."
The starting stance, similar to "Wing Chun: Ip Man," is just a boxing stance, but it can't withstand the high level of the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes, which far surpasses the level of a king-level offensive technique.
"Progress is good."
Pang Bo suddenly opened his eyes.
The green light in his eyes disappeared, and his vision cleared.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and grinned:
"Old Immortal, this old ghost is getting more and more docile."
"You only called me a brat seventeen times today, three fewer than yesterday."
Within Pang Bo's body, the remnant soul of the Azure Lotus King felt the suppression of the Buddhist aura lessen slightly.
Finally, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "...eighteen times."
No one cares about him.
"Get up and pack your things." Li Xian tossed two pieces of Solomon's Seal over. "The Azure Emperor's Tomb is about to open."
Pang Bo caught the Huang Jing and was about to put it in his mouth.
Upon hearing this, he froze.
"The Tomb of the Green Emperor? That's the one that old ghost keeps talking about—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
A violent commotion surged within my body.
The Azure Lotus King's voice trembled as it rang out.
It was no longer the rage or resentment of the past, but a deep-seated excitement.
"The Azure Emperor... the mausoleum of our ancestral emperor... is it really about to be revealed?"
"Shut up, you have no right to speak."
Pang Bo patted the bronze plaque behind him.
The sound of Buddhist chanting extinguished the noise.
He looked at Li Xian, unusually serious:
"Old Immortal, my cultivation is at the Divine Bridge stage, while Ye Zi is only at the Life Spring stage. Are we qualified to take those things from the Azure Emperor's Tomb?"
During this period, the group frequently entered and exited the primitive ruins, scavenging various resources.
If you cherish old medicines, keep them and refine them.
Those with insufficient years of use can be exchanged for Herbal Elixir for Body Tempering.
With the addition of another sacred fruit, his cultivation speed increased dramatically.
Pang Bo, in particular, not only had his life spring gushing forth, but he also built a rainbow bridge.
He caught up with Li Xian's cultivation speed and reached the third minor realm of the Sea of Wheels Secret Realm: the Divine Bridge Realm.
Ye Fan also broke through to a higher realm.
The spring was successfully drawn in the third month, and now the life spring is growing stronger, nourishing the body and making the blood and qi flow like a dragon.
The cultivation speed is more than twice as fast as in the original story.
"not enough."
Li Xian answered frankly.
"So we don't fight for it, we pick up the scraps."
"The six great grotto heavens and the demon race will fight each other first, and later there may be dragon-transforming masters and powerful beings from the Sendai realm entering the fray... We'll just play the early-stage dungeons and loot treasures while the chaos is at hand."
He paused for a moment: "Let's try our luck."
"Really?!" Pang Bo didn't believe it.
He knew that Li Xian always planned before acting.
Li Xian did not explain.
The ancient sacred body was born with great fortune.
Pang Bo is possessed by the nineteenth-generation descendant of the Green Emperor.
The emperor's fortune, longevity, and blessings truly depend on luck.
Ye Fan stood up.
Within the sea of suffering, golden waves surged, seemingly poised to unleash a wondrous phenomenon of a sacred body.
"When are we leaving?" he asked.
"Now."
Li Xian pushed open the door and stepped out, her steps never faltering.
"The vanguard of the demon race has already entered the primitive ruins, and the people from the six great grotto heavens will set off no later than tonight."
"We must get there before everyone else."
He looked up at the sky.
My gaze pierced through the clouds and landed in the direction of the primitive ruins.
Ye Fan followed behind, with Pang Bo carrying the bronze plaque on his back.
Deep within his body, the remnant soul of the Azure Lotus King trembled under the suppression of Buddhist aura.
But he couldn't suppress that overwhelming desire.
The mausoleum of the ancestral emperor.
What lies dormant within is enough to send shivers down the spine of the entire Eastern Wilderness.
Whether it's the Emperor's Heart or the Emperor's Weapon, getting either one would be enough for me to turn the tide. At that time, I would suppress these three brats a hundred times over!