NOVEL NEXT Chapter 388: Taiyin
"Pfft!"
"Aaaah!"
In the midst of screams, the two figures, large and small, were forcibly stripped of their magic treasures. Their connection with the Divine Sense was severed, and their power backfired momentarily. Their Divine Sense shook, their minds suffered a severe blow, the Thunder Light was extinguished, and their True Qi scattered. They let out a scream and fell from the clouds to the mortal world.
"Hmph, coming out to show off your treasures without mastering your cultivation. It's really courting death. Sigh! It's nothing serious! You still have the medicine's effect on you!"
Medicine effect?
Huangfu Yi stared dumbfoundedly at his instantly scorched, carbonized arm stumps, when suddenly he felt a stirring in his heart. He saw black root-like veins at the broken elbow, resembling earthworms breaking through the charred flesh, entwining the melted bone forks like vines. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the bone forks were rewrapped in black flesh branches! Within a breath, the broken limbs were reborn! Except for the bizarre purple-black skin color, the meridians and bones were almost instantaneously completely healed!
This is... bringing the dead back to life, regenerating flesh from bones...
"Ahhh! Senior Sister! Senior Sister! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
"Cough cough... Ugh... Cough cough..."
Awakened by the screams coming from nearby, Huangfu Yi picked up the Sword Pavilion, lifted the Iron Rod, and followed the sound.
He saw that the two, large and small, were not dead, but the smaller one assisted the larger one a little. The smaller one had her spine broken from the fall, lying paralyzed, bleeding from mouth and nose, with her internal organs spilling out. She was barely breathing and unable to move. The larger one was not much better, with her eyes poked blind by the Dragon Bone, her skull shattered, wailing crazily in the muddy blood swamp, hair scattered, looking like a madwoman, extremely miserable.
Coming out for sword fighting, winning is winning, losing is losing. Huangfu Yi had no intention of humiliating them further and knew the traditions of the Mystic Sect. Seeing their tragic state, he asked no more questions and swung his rod, exploding the screaming rolling junior sister.
"Ugh..."
The little senior sister bit her lip, her face covered in blood, glaring at him fiercely,
"You wait... this hatred must..."
Huangfu Yi nodded, without saying a word, swung his rod down,
"In the next life, I will be waiting."
Won...
"Clap, clap, clap."
Then a crisp applause came from behind.
Huangfu Yi was startled and leaped three zhang away, looking back.
He saw a fat man with a face full of flesh, tightly wrapped in an earthy yellow robe, half of his body hidden in the ground, half of his belly propped up on the ground, clapping.
"Amazing, it's my first time seeing someone pass the three-life karmic tribulation this way. Killing to settle scores in the next life, is that permissible...
Brother, such ruthless methods, such a resolute Daoist Heart! Interested in joining us at Songshan?"
Why is it Songshan again!?
This person arrived silently, suddenly appearing from behind, without me noticing. He must be more formidable than those two pieces of garbage, probably not a weakling!
Huangfu Yi broke out in a cold sweat, pointing his rod, layers of sword energy enveloping the rod's body,
"Here to avenge your fellow sect members, aren't you? Please!"
But the fat man seemed without battle intention, shaking his head, lifting his enormous belly, resembling a potato wriggling out of the ground.
"Avenge? No misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, brother misunderstood. Songshan has thirty-six mountains, seventy-two peaks, with immortals gathered, full of talents, countless Grotto Heavens, and a large territory!
They reside at the pinnacle of Xuan Nu Temple, we of the Taiyi Dao reside at the mountain's entrance, not the same sect, just fellow hometown folks on different paths."
Not the same kind?
Huangfu Yi looked doubtfully at the fat man.
Fat, extremely fat, with round cheeks like steamed buns, stacked chins resembling layered bread, a greasy, pleated face, a barrel-like belly with two clear protrusions, resembling meat buns. The fat and oils all over him made one lose appetite with just a glance.
Then he looked again at the two, large and small, dead on the ground...
Sigh, they're dead, no need to describe further, but their style is indeed far different, entirely a different scene. And frankly, even with their heads exploded, they were still exploded-headed immortals, so how could they be on the same side as a spirit-achieved potato?
But although this fat man was a bit ugly, he was much better-tempered than the immortal, getting up to clasp his fists in a saluting gesture, smiling broadly,
"Brother, my respects, my name is Liang Jiuding, I am a Qi Refiner of Taiyi Dao of Songshan. I was just passing by and saw you experiencing tribulation, so I did not dare to disturb rudely. It's just that I'm feeling hungry and thirsty, might I ask if you can spare some meat?"
Huangfu Yi maintained sword energy around him, but since the other party extended greetings and goodwill, he cautiously said,
"I am... Zhang San, feel free."
"Brother, you're generous! Thank you!"
Then he took out a rice sack and stuffed the two female corpses in.
Huangfu Yi was startled, "Uh, so what you wanted to eat was them??"
Liang Jiuding chuckled simply,
"Brother misunderstood, I know I don't look appealing, but I'm a legitimate talisman-receiving Qi Refiner, not some Pig Demon.
These two, no matter what, are disciples of Xuan Nu Temple, orthodoxy of the Mystic Sect, true inheritors of Dragon Temple.
Although they faced their end during this disaster of their own making, letting them lie exposed is still inappropriate, isn't it?
Anyway, I'm returning to the mountain, so I'll just take their remains to return to their master for you."
Huangfu Yi had wanted to use the two corpses and Thousand-Petal Screen to exchange for a reward, but hearing the other's straightforward answer, the stark contrast made him feel deeply ashamed.
He realized that he had been caught up in constant killing, demon slaying, and immortal extermination, to the point of delirium, even objectifying human corpses, viewing them as tradeable material and tools like demon remnants—such loss of decorum, such disrespect. He quickly corrected his mindset, admonishing himself not to fall into the Demon Path, while clasping his fists in salute.