The Unruly Immortals

"Hiss...what on earth is happening?!" Feeling the pain on his body, the almost overwhelming agony almost causing him to faint, Li Huowang gritted his teeth tightly, drawing in a sharp breath.

Everything before was going according to his plan, leaving Qingfeng Taoist Temple, consuming Master Danyang, to solve the matter of Master Danyang, and avoid falling into a bigger trap.

One trap after another, one scheme following another, eventually, the fake Li Huowang was completely assimilated into Hong Zhong, but now there's a deviation in the situation!

Li Huowang looked at the red bamboo slip before him, the Great Thousand Record, and the writhing blurry flesh on it, as well as his own disfigured self.

This book was taken by Li Huowang from the Ao Jing Sect, and as one of the four great techniques of Ao Jing, it was normal for Ao Jing Sect to have the Great Thousand Record.

But this link didn't exist in the scheme he had previously planned, the entire top of the Ao Jing Sect was deceived by the Oblivion Path he impersonated.

Suddenly, Li Huowang thought of something. The pain nearly made him bite through his lip as he lifted his head and looked at the terrifying scorched figure sitting on the twisted black cross.

As he watched that terrifying, grimacing face accompanied by twisted features, begin to crumble slowly, he seemed to understand something.

"Hehehe... What, Bahu? Gulu God? Do you want to get involved in this game too? It's getting really interesting."

It seemed that the fake Li Huowang brought by Doumu had realized his existence. He was using other powers to fight back against Li Huowang. As expected of another Li Huowang, even if fake, he was intelligent.

But if he thought that this was enough to break the Hong Zhong scheme, he was probably overthinking it.

After realizing what was happening, Li Huowang did not stop the use of the Great Thousand Record. On the contrary, he often closed off his Divine Sense, allowing Bahu's influence to deepen.

As the ascension officially began, Li Huowang felt his Divine Sense begin to float upward, getting closer and closer to Bahu. At the moment of final success, Li Huowang slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Bahu close at hand, and the twisted giant eye beneath the snake scales.

One could only say it wasn't a loss being the Fate Commander controlling the Heavenly Dao. The other's strength was almost blinding, yet his Hong Zhong was not afraid of it.

"Bahu! Stop pretending! I know what you want to do! Let's make a deal! As long as you can make me the only Li Huowang, I'm willing to be your Heart Pan!!"

Li Huowang didn't know if Bahu agreed, but he was sure the other party heard him. Since they could use Bahu to deal with him, he could use Bahu against them too.

He reached out and snatched the opium pipe from Top Scholar Lv's hand, inhaling comfortably. Amid the swirling white fog, he reached out and patted his left shoulder. "Seems I misjudged you before, come on, kid, let's have a match, see if you win or I do."

Just as Li Huowang was about to say something, he suddenly jerked his head up, looking at the sky.

The sky was very blue, under Bahu's pressure just now, not a cloud in sight, nothing at all, but Li Huowang sensed something amiss. "A natural calamity, how strange, why a calamity at this moment?"

"Could it be..." Li Huowang pondered for a moment, recalling the Xuan Pin that appeared from time to time, and immediately turned to shout to everyone around him: "Wait everyone, stop, stop."

As he spoke, whether it was the noisy Lv's Troupe or other Medicinal Guides, they halted completely at his command as if turned into clay statues.

Remembering his position, Li Huowang immediately leaped onto a carriage, rushing towards An Ci Nunnery. He didn't know what was happening in the White Jade Capital, but maybe he could make use of it.

Since the situation had changed, he didn't mind making it even more chaotic.

Passing through layer upon layer of mountains, crossing seven bamboo bridges, Li Huowang finally arrived in front of the An Ci Nunnery nestled in a low valley, and the meaning of the female calligraphy couplets also unfolded in front of him.

Upper line: Plum reflecting cold frost, its fragrance intensifies Lower line: Bamboo growing in a secluded valley, its joints remain pure.

As soon as Li Huowang appeared at the entrance of An Ci Nunnery, he could sense the hostility of the entire temple towards him, the stench almost forming a tangible wall trying to block him out.

"What? Your boss has a problem, don't you feel it?" Li Huowang lightly tapped his feet on the ground, immediately flying onto the precarious gate arch.

"Oblivion Path, get lost." Although no nun emerged, the Exquisite Heart of An Ci Nunnery directly controlled Li Huowang to speak to himself.

Li Huowang wasn't the least bit afraid. He first let out a hearty laugh and then said, "Don't be in a hurry to act, Master. To be honest, your son is nothing but a plain piece, and I and he are like brothers. Speaking of family, I should call you Aunt."

"Hmph, saying my son is a plain piece? You liar, get out!!" Intense hostility surged out from the entire An Ci Nunnery.

Feeling all this, Li Huowang's expression began to turn cold, "Your son once said he was a plain piece, then he is a plain piece. Oblivion Path has always allowed credit and no deceit, so now that there's trouble with the Oblivion Path, he has to help."

Li Huowang's words finally brought some new movement to the entire An Ci Nunnery. A nun dressed in black pushed a mass of fat-encased Master out from inside. A rare trace of anger appeared on her greasy face. "It's you who harmed him into such a state!"

A kind of solemn and shocking multiple incantations began to appear in Li Huowang's mind. This sound, like some kind of mental branding, was directly welded into his brain, making him involuntarily start chanting along with these nuns.

"Dí sī chà. Dí sī chà. Sī zhì lī. Sī zhì lī, suō fá zhà. Suō fá zhà. Shàn dǐ jiā. Shì lī yì, suō pó hē..."

Along with the chanting sound, Li Huowang felt his body start to change, his skin began to fester, even his internal organs, including the Ten Emotions and Eight Miseries within his Divine Sense, began to rot.

At the moment he felt the rot begin, dense black flies rose like wisps of black smoke from An Ci Nunnery, drifting towards Li Huowang from all directions. The buzzing of those flies began to overlay with the chanting.

"Still fighting?! I felt the disaster, didn't you feel it?! Your boss, the Corrupt Great Priest, is almost out of incantations!"

The next second, Li Huowang directly opened the Great Thousand Record, flames burned the soon-to-rot skin to a crisp. Like a contagious infection, they utterly incinerated all the surrounding flies.

"Oh my, this skin-borne sacrilege fire is really painful. Doesn't that guy really feel pain?"

After quietly complaining about being covered in fire, Li Huowang looked up at the nuns in front of him, "Why not this, Masters, I'm also in a bit of trouble right now. How about we help each other?"

"You? Just you?" Hearing the contempt in the Master's words, Li Huowang instantly felt a surge of joy – his guess had been correct, the change this time with the rotting Heavenly Dao wasn't an ordinary change of the Heavenly Dao.

He actually knew nothing at all. He was just sensing the change in the Heavenly Dao and came to probe, but unexpectedly, he guessed right. This calamity was indeed different from before.

Thinking of this, Li Huowang's lips curled into a slight smile. "Master, right now, I'm not speaking to you as a representative of Oblivion Path's Hong Zhong. I'm speaking to your boss as the Heart Pan of Bahu and Doumu."

"In the Arrow Token of Oblivion Path, my Hong Zhong's credit is the highest. If you can help me, I'll surely help you get through this difficulty, and even help your son. How about it? Consider it?"