by Shian Jeen
Half a month passed.
Huwang Xiao opened his eye as he ended his cultivation session. He had fully processed the little Daoist man after half a month’s time. Now, not only experienced he stabilized his recent breakthrough to Xiantian Tenth Order, his cultivation improved as well, closer to maximum early-Xiantian Tenth Order.
Immersing his perception internally to check on his condition, he observed that his meridians expanded once more and became tougher, even the true essence in his dantian was denser.
Huwang Xiao once again ran the Asura Techniques, attracting the encompassing spiritual energy, swirling speedily towards him. ‘At this speed, perhaps not even a Saint world expert’s velocity of absorbing spiritual energy can contend with my own.’ Huwang Xiao considered to himself.
A brief moment later, Huwang Xiao up stood, his attention on the remaining three jade bottles on the drawer. The first jade container he checked included a divine quality spirit pellet, what about the others? He could hardly hold his excitement in.
Walking over, he opened up all three jade bottles, and indeed, all three jade bottles contained divine grade spirit pellets. The next bottle Huwang Xiao opened included a divine quality nature pellet that got taken the form of the winged-tiger, the 3rd pellet was a golden flood dragon, and the 4th bottle held a purple fox.
The strength of these three, a winged-tiger, a golden flood dragon, and a purple fox, were much weaker compared to the little Daoist man earlier. Thus, not losing any longer time, Huwang Xiao sophisticated and swallowed them one by one.
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While Huwang Xiao was busy refining the divine grade spirit pellets, in the manor on the south part of the town of Myriad Gods, an exceptionally ugly expression hung on Zhao Chen’s face; it had been almost half a 12 months! Huwang Xiao, that useless punk, was still hiding inside the city!
“Are you sure Huwang Xiao, that punk, has been inside that backyard all this time? ” Zhao Chen’s asked gloomily.
The silver-haired man, Steward Feng, stepped forward, answering humbly, “Our people are watching the yard twenty-four hours a day, Huwang Xiao has never stepped out of the courtyard, only his several followers turn out occasionally. Even so, they only came out to buy some daily necessities, non-e of these exited the town.”
A light glinted in Zhao Chen’s eyes.
But the silver-haired Steward Feng spoke cautiously, “Young Lord, this subordinate has a question, I'm wondering if it is appropriate to ask?”
Zhao Chen took a quick glance at Steward Feng saying, “You’re wondering why I’m performing against Huwang Xiao when there is no feud between us?”
Steward Feng was surprised having his thoughts seen through, but he nodded, “Yes, this slave’s heart has doubts. Furthermore, Huwang Xiao is just a nameless junior, with Young Lord’s identity, there is no need to act personally.”
In fact, just like what Steward Feng said, with Zhao Chen’s background, he needn’t take this matter into his own hands, so long as he spoke the words, there would be many people willing to be of service.
Zhao Chen said, “I have my reason to handle this matter personally. Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, you will know in the future.”
“Yes, Young Lord. This slave spoke too much.” Steward Feng acknowledged respectfully, but after hesitation, he ventured again, “However, if Huwang Xiao continues to hole himself in City of Myriad Gods, we…?”
The look in Zhao Chen’s eyes sharpened, “There are three months remaining until the opening day of the Ghost City, two more weeks, if that Huwang Xiao still doesn’t show up, then I can only take him away forcefully!”
Ghost City, one of six main towns through the ancient era, a monument left behind by one of the six ancient kings, the Ghost King, appearing once every one thousand years.
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Days passed and it was over per month, in the secret dwelling beneath the cold spring lake, Huwang Xiao succeeded in refining the last of three divine grade heart pellets, bolstering his cultivation to mid-Xiantian Tenth Order.
Mid-Xiantian Tenth Order!
Huwang Xiao stood up and initiated his fight qi. A simple breathing gathered the air flow into a spiral, turning out to be a howling wind dragon that roared endlessly, revolving above the area for a long time before dissipating.
This was Huwang Xiao’s current degree of strength! Every breath he drew in and out contained the power of a dragon. Then Huwang Xiao stepped out from the straw lawn hut to an open space close by and started training the Asura Strategies, displaying the moves one after another from the very beginning.
Whirls of fierce winds rotated above the space, followed by a lightning-filled sky as buds of strange plants bloomed in the air, then glaring red eyeballs appeared out of nowhere, releasing terrifying light beams.
Afterwards, Huwang Xiao stopped, but it took longer for the fierce winds, powerful lightning, and scarlet red eyeballs to dissipate.
Displaying the Asura Sword Skill from the first move after breaking into Xiantian Tenth Order, Huwang Xiao found his comprehension of them deepens.
‘I wonder what’s inside the rest of the grass huts?’ Huwang Xiao focused again on the present, his eye strayed to the rest of the grass huts. Having a flicker, he entered a random third grass hut.
Inside, other than a long halberd, there was nothing else.
The long halberd was completely a metallic dark-gold, on its body were inscribed numerous mythical beasts of ancient times, each looking vividly alive. Trailing the length of the long halberd, Huwang Xiao noticed dense ancient text in the bottom of the halberd.
“Eminent Holiness Halberd Sutra.” Huwang Xiao translated what.
According to what was written, as long as he enhanced the Eminent Holiness Halberd, he would be able to inherit the full Sutra heritage. This Eminent Holiness Halberd Sutra was left out by who owns this space, Supreme Eminent Holiness, this halberd Sutra was his most powerful battle skill.
‘By refining this Eminent Holiness Halberd, one can actually gain the Eminent Holiness Halberd Sutra, this is an unexpected harvest.’ Huwang Xiao’s eyes lit up. Although he wasn’t lacking in terms of cultivation techniques and battle skills, these were things that nobody would deem as having too much.
Judging from the situation, this Eminent Holiness was a great master himself. Only those who acquired reached the God World could inscribe their cultivation techniques or fight skills into non-living items so that it could remain for many years, a heritage.
Thus, following the method of refining inscribed on your body of the Eminent Holiness Halberd, Huwang Xiao initiated his battle qi, gradually refining the halberd to become his own.
A dozen hours later, when Huwang Xiao finished refining the halberd, a scene abruptly appeared in his mind.
In that picture, a person reaching three zhang tall stood high above a mountain peak. His halberd slashed down and the sea in front of him receded without resistance! Then, his halberd swung out, halberd intention achieving ten thousand mls slice right across the huge mountain through and through, straight in the middle.
This giant person displayed one attack after another continuouslyーthe Eminent Holiness Halberd Sutra!
Witnessing the Eminent Holiness Halberd Sutra’s force of shaking mountains and flipping seas, Huwang Xiao was greatly surprised.
Soon, the scene in his mind's eye ended and vanished.
There was a total of nine moves in the Eminent Holiness Halberd Sutra, every move was just as powerful and strong.
‘I must find time for you to ask Zhao Shu and Zhang Fu about this Supreme Eminent Holiness, he shouldn’t be someone nameless.’ Huwang Xiao made a note.
Looking at the long halberd, with a thought, it shrunk smaller and smaller in size, in the end, it submerged into Huwang Xiao’s right arm. On Huwang Xiao’s right arm, the Blades of Asura made their home there long ago, now, next to the tattoos of the twin dark blades was a totem-like design of a fantastic halberd.
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Keeping the Eminent Holiness Halberd in his body, Huwang Xiao strolled to the fourth grassy hut. In the fourth lawn hut, paintings of beautiful women were hung on the wall space and there is nothing else apart from these paintings.
Huwang Xiao looked around and counted a complete of sixteen paintings of beauties. Sixteen beauties, all different, unique, gentle, uninhibited, sweet and pure, alluring. And all sixteen beauties were naked. Taking a look at the glamorous curves, proud peaks and luscious grassland below, even with Huwang Xiao’s strong will, he couldn’t stop his heartbeat from quickening.
It took Huwang Xiao a while to suppress the rising desires in his heart, his eye focused on the red thread that was wrapped around all sixteen beauties’ naked bodies. The loops and turns of the red thread on the beauties’ paintings were different, Huwang Xiao believed that this showed the energy circulation of the cultivation technique. Huwang Xiao changed towards the first painting, noticing a line of words on the remaining bottom part, written in minuscule ancient text.
“Seven Desires Magic Art.”
Seven Desires Magic Artwork? Didn’t the Eminent Holiness cultivate in the Eminent Holiness Technique? Huwang Xiao was amazed to find this Seven Wishes Magic Art, in his view, this Seven Desires Magic Art will need to have been a cultivation technique practiced by some evil lord during the historic times and coincidentally, it fell into Eminent Holiness’ hands.
Huwang Xiao didn’t waste time being polite, and without hesitation, he moved the all the paintings in to the Asura Ring. When he came to the fifth grass hut, it was actually empty, whereas in the sixth lawn hut, there was a scepter placed within. At the head of the scepter was the carving of a celestial beast’s head, eyes scarlet red, emanating the esteemed momentum of an ancient celestial beast.
Seeing this, Huwang Xiao picked up the scepter. Holding it in his hands, a warmth spread in his hand. Turning the scepter along and around as he tried to figure out the scepter’s source, he arrived to a nil. Although he cannot find out the origins of the scepter, Huwang Xiao keenly experienced that it was by no means simple, like the Asura Band and the Cutting blades of Asura.
The scepter also went into the Asura Ring.
Coming out from the sixth grass hut, Huwang Xiao swept clean all the herbs and elixirs in the area, moving everything in to the Asura Ring.
After emptying everything the eyes could see, Huwang Xiao spread his spiritual sense out to every corner of the space, attempting to see if he could find the Eminent Holiness Technique that divine grade spirit pellet little Daoist man mentioned.
He didn't need this Eminent Holiness Technique, but he could give it to his family to cultivate. However, despite carefully looking every inch, Huwang Xiao was sorely disappointed, he didn’t find any clues about where the cultivation technique could be, if it truly existed.
In the end, Huwang Xiao still left the space, departing the cold planting season using the Godly Mt. Xumi. In the last few months, with the religious energy seafood and azure cold wind consumed by Huwang Xiao, the frigid coldness at the bottom of the rift had greatly reduced in comparison to when he first arrived. At this rate, all the chilly air would completely disperse from the rift within a year’s time.
In that moment, Huwang Xiao no longer dallied, recalling the Godly Mt. Xumi back to his body, he flew up, going straight to the rift advantage.
ly, Huwang Xiao used more than ten hours to attain the rift bottom level from above, however now, on his way back, his speed had doubled. At amazing rate, Huwang Xiao got nearer to the edge of the rift.
At exactly the same time, on the advantage of the rift, two figures sat in a meditative cause. They were none other than the very same people who were drawn over by the dragon’s roar and remained to guard the possibility of the treasure being created, the master and disciple, Fenggong and Dai Li.
But almost a year passed and the so-called treasure they had been looking forward too didn't appear. Fenggong stared down at the bottomless rift, these a few months of waiting around experienced worn his patience thin.
Was his judgment wrong? If there is a treasure being delivered, it could have materialized way back when.
“Master, maybe we can try going down again?” Dai Li asked.
Fenggong nodded in agreement and stood up, resolved to decrease the rift again. He was unwilling to simply leave like this.
But, just like he prepared to jump off the edge, a sound of piercing blowing wind came from below, startling both people. In the next moment, they noticed a silhouette traveling up from the rift at quick acceleration. When they realized it was a human being, both Fenggong and Dai Li were stunned.
In the months they have been here, they did not see anyone entering the rift. Therefore, the only reasonable conclusion was this person went down the rift before they showed up! This person actually were able to withstand the azure cool wind, staying there for several months?! Could it be that this person wasn’t scared of the extreme frosty wind in the bottom of the rift?!
While both of them were immersed in doubt and shock, Huwang Xiao’s body shot past the rift edge, getting softly on the floor with a turn. Feeling the warm sunlight on his epidermis, Huwang Xiao breathed in deeply: ‘So refreshing!’
After about seven to eight months, he finally returned to the top. It felt just like a full lifetime exceeded.
Then Huwang Xiao looked over at Fenggong and Dai Li. Viewing Huwang Xiao taking a look at them, the get better at and disciple both recovered from their shock and Fenggong was secretly relieved when he saw the young man’s cultivation was only at mid-Xiantian Tenth Order.
“Professional, the treasure at the bottom of the rift, perhaps this person might know…” Dai Li inched closer to Fenggong, whispering in his ear.
Fenggong nodded, he gets the very same thought.
“Young man, I've some questions for you, if you answer them truthfully, I can let you go. However, one false term which rift will be your burial place!” Fenggong pointed at the rift behind him, declaring in a condescending firmness. He was a peak late-Xiantian expert, half of a step into the Saint realm, a status that was indescribably close to an actual Saint realm expert, killing a mid-Xiantian Tenth Order warrior was quite easy.
Since he descended to the rift bottom, Huwang Xiao found the Eminent Holiness cultivation cave, swallowed the fiery-red fruit, refined the spiritual energy fish, the divine quality spirit pellets and his power increased monumentally, thus he was in a good feeling. Hearing Fenggong’s words didn’t anger him at all, secretly smiling in his center, he looked at Fenggong, “What do you want to know?”
“How long did you stay below?” Fenggong questioned.
Huwang Xiao pondered, did an instant calculation of the time and answered, “Roughly seven months.”
Seven weeks! Fenggong and his disciple exchanged a glance, both were inwardly astonished.
Counting enough time they’ve spent here, it was near to four months, the black-haired son before them was actually here 90 days ahead of them, descending down to the rift bottom?
“You have a treasure that could block the extreme chilly element?!” Fenggong’s eyes were burning with greed as they stared fixedly at Huwang Xiao.
Huwang Xiao exposed a faint smile viewing both of these people’s expressions: “Correct.”
Fenggong’s silhouette flickered the instant he heard the answer. Both hands formed into claws, he arrived in front of Huwang Xiao in a flash, clutching Huwang Xiao’s shoulders, his eyes sharp like the tip of swords as he demanded: “Speak, what is it! Hand it over! In any other case…!”
Huwang Xiao continued to be indifferent, ‘allowing’ the man’s claws to clutch his shoulder blades. A dazzling light glimmered from his palm as a little golden mountain appeared in the heart of his palm.
Abundant Buddhism energy immediately surged away like tidal waves, exuding a mesmerizing golden halo.
It was none apart from Godly Mt. Xumi!
Fenggong was awed, open fire danced feverishly in
his eye: “This is…?!”
Although he didn't recognize the magical item, he could tell the tiny golden mountain was extraordinary.
Huwang Xiao laughed, “Have you heard of Heavenly Treasures?”
“Heavenly Treasures?!” Fenggong and Dai Li exclaimed aloud at exactly the same time.
“You meant to say that this is a Heavenly Treasure?!” Fenggong fixed a deadly stare on the Godly Mt. Xumi in Huwang Xiao’s hand, his breathing getting heavier. Of course he had heard about Heavenly Treasures, every Heavenly Treasure included mysterious power and drive.
Fenggong’s hands were trembling, one hand moved, reaching out towards Godly Mt. Xumi in Huwang Xiao’s palm.
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Viewing calmly as Fenggong’s fingers were going to touch the Godly Mt. Xumi, Huwang Xiao flipped his hand in a minuscule movement, causing Fenggong’s fingers to fall on empty air.
Fenggong, who was simply overjoyed thinking that a Heavenly Treasure was about to become his possession, was left dumbfounded for another. Just when he was going to act, to kill Huwang Xiao and grab the Heavenly Treasure, Huwang Xiao spoke, “Didn’t you want to ask about the treasures in the bottom of the rift? Aren’t you curious what treasures I took from there?”
Fenggong halted his actions, stunned.
At this moment, a powerful force surged forth from Huwang Xiao’s body, repelling Fenggong’s body, sending him staggering back more than ten meters.
“You!” Fenggong glowered angrily at Huwang Xiao, at the same time, he was greatly stunned inside.
Before Fenggong could say another word, another burst of bright light flashed in Huwang Xiao’s palm, when the bright light faded, it revealed the stem of a seven-colored aura mushroom in Huwang Xiao’s palm, glowing in a resplendent light.
“Seven Colors Soul Mushroom!” Both Fenggong and Dai Li exclaimed in unison. Fenggong’s eyes shone with naked greed. The Seven Colors Nature Mushroom was a top-grade elixir for people cultivating battle qi, a stem of Seven Colors Heart Mushroom over one thousand years old had been uncommon, above ten thousand years was considered a treasure, priceless! With his keen eyesight, one look was all it required for Fenggong to estimate the Seven Colors Spirit Mushroom’s age at about thirty to forty thousand years.
