Chapter 1443
Meeting the Furnace
Chapter 1443 Meeting the Furnace (Thanks to the generous donation of Silver Alliance from the esteemed Weiwei Manhexing)
A surge of energy soared into the sky, its dazzling light illuminating the earth and causing the ocean waves to churn. The golden figure stood amidst the towering waves, its vajra pestle falling relentlessly towards the forests on the shore.
"Rumble..."
But every time the figure in green was smashed to pieces by the Vajra Pestle, it would instantly reassemble, appearing and disappearing amidst the violent roar, vaguely revealing the young man's face again.
He laughed:
"Senior Jinghai! Aren't you leaving yet?"
A wisp of ethereal energy rose from the distance, casting a faint glow that made the golden figure's face appear even more majestic. It lowered its gaze, staring at the eerie blue below, its voice booming:
"My Wanli Temple has done many good deeds, and its people are upright and pure of heart. Why should I leave?"
The young man sighed, a hint of coldness finally appearing in his eyes, and said:
"Old man... are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?"
"Boom!"
As his last word fell, the Vajra Pestle seemed to sink into the clouds and never rose again. The enormous golden body stood between heaven and earth, but behind it rose an even more terrifying body of wind and rain, formed by black clouds!
The rolling blue dew, like a robe, draped over the demon's body. A mountain-like hand pressed down, seized the Maha's neck, and slammed it hard onto the sea!
This smash sent countless small islands tumbling down, crushing countless lesser demons, and leaving the ground littered with shimmering glass. Chi Buzi waved his robe to disperse the rain clouds, his voice icy:
"I can't be bothered arguing with you... Do you really think I'm good-tempered!"
But Jinghai's seemingly infinitely compassionate face remained unmoved. He gazed silently at the other person and said softly:
“Fellow Daoist Chi, at this moment, I have not yet been granted the Golden Earth, but if I were to set foot in the North, would you still dare to take a step forward?”
Chi Buzhi put his hands behind his back, looked down at him, and remained silent for a moment.
Indeed, Can Lu Fu was ultimately a pawn that Lu Shui and Long Shu had been keeping an eye on. Li Zhouwei disregarded the feelings of both sides and took action to kill him. Whether he could eliminate him or not was another matter, but it would certainly attract their attention.
'Sui Guan... is very likely to come, or even be watching from the sidelines...'
This is why Chi Buzhi chose the edge of the South China Sea as the location for the interception, but chose the sea as the location for the fight. By setting foot here first, he could make the visitors overlook the matter. You should know that if they had gone any further, they might have already touched the territory of Lord Lushui... He didn't even dare to open the [Xinyou Luze Seal].
To be honest, Chi Buzhi really didn't want to see Sui Guan again!
This was a rare display of good temper from Chi Buzhi, allowing the monk to act so presumptuously in his presence. However, the old monk saw through his ruse, and the man in blue realized that the person before him was no ordinary person. He smiled and said:
"Oh? It seems the senior was certain I couldn't stop you."
Then Maha rose up from the sea with a thunderous roar and said:
"The 'Green Water' is adept at transformation and change; how could it be a method of immobilization and suppression? Since you dare not open the [Xin You Green Water Seal], there is no use in saying more."
"sharp."
Chi Buzi smiled and said:
"It seems the senior has something to say."
These words seem to come out of nowhere, but they are quite obvious. If Jinghai really had the intention to stop Qilin and was confident that he could easily surpass Chi Buzi, why would he bother talking nonsense here?
"good."
Jinghai smiled slightly and said:
“Fellow Daoist’s whereabouts are unpredictable and he is extremely cunning. It is not this action that can make me sit still. I have some old matters to ask Fellow Daoist about.”
The golden light in the sky and earth dissipated, and the shimmering glass on the sea disappeared. The old monk returned to his mortal form, put his hands together, stepped forward, and bowed to the man in blue.
Chi Buzhi was now genuinely interested, raising an eyebrow and saying:
"What's the matter?"
Jinghai's gaze suddenly deepened, and she stared at him intently, saying:
"About...my senior brother."
Chi Buzi looked at him with amusement:
"Pour the cup?"
The so-called Pure Cup is none other than the Wrathful Path Maha Liangli, who was trapped by the Golden Bridge Lock and surrounded and killed by the various Purple Palaces back then!
"Yes."
The old monk said.
Chi Buzhi narrowed her eyes, completely unwilling to get involved in this matter, and had no intention of answering. However, the other party's timing was too clever, and even if she was unwilling, she had no choice but to at least stall the other party.
So he shook his head and said:
"I don't know much about those things either."
"It's alright."
The old monk raised his sleeve, and the clouds in the sky began to change constantly. A golden temple appeared, with colorful glazed tile steps descending in a staggered pattern. He smiled and said:
"please!"
Chi Buzi paused, looking at the glazed steps before him, while Jing Hai looked up and smiled:
"The real person... surely wouldn't be afraid to enter?"
……
"Tick-tock..."
The inky blood flowed across the earth, turning into raindrops that dripped and fell onto the ground. Yet, the demons on the mountain remained untouched, letting this rare treasure fall to the ground and into the blood pool.
In the dark sky, the light of the moon hung in the sky like a bright moon, exuding an extremely mysterious and profound divine secret. The old man in red stood still in the sky and coughed with difficulty.
Ji An's face was pale, and his figure flickered in the firelight, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.
Liao Luo, who had just arrived on the wind, seemed somewhat guilty. Looking at his expression, she did some calculations for him and whispered:
"This is the wound inflicted by the turbid waters, causing the old master to suffer..."
Ji An showed no displeasure, only coughing while covering his mouth, and chuckled:
"This monster is quite powerful. The wounds are very serious and difficult to heal, so it will take a while to heal."
Liao Luo, however, understood how serious the injury was, and quickly took out a pill from his sleeve, saying solemnly:
"We must not be careless. He is a descendant of a dragon. I have a special method to cure this kind of injury in my mountain. Senior, just come with me. We must not delay. If we delay too long... it will be no less serious than a calamity!"
"This is my fault for letting down my senior!"
Although Liao Luo could tell that the other party's lifespan was limited, considering Li Zhouwei's and the other party's full assistance, he naturally had to say such polite words in time. Ji An, however, shook his head and smiled:
"There's not necessarily anything I should apologize for—King Wei brought the [Precious Heart Wish-Fulfilling Box], Master Fuxuan took the [Pillar of Thorough Investigation and Manifestation], and the Master also took this crucial Fire-Binding Spiritual Treasure. I alone came empty-handed, and even this minor injury is enough to offset my contribution..."
Hearing such magnanimous words, Liao Luo couldn't help but glance at him again. The old man smiled and said:
"But I still have to go and see the world in your Nanbo Water Town."
Knowing that the evil dragon had entered the "Emperor's View," and with Fu Xuan assisting them from the sky, the two were already at ease. After only a few words, they indeed heard the sound of rain pouring down.
The man in black reappeared between heaven and earth. His face did not show much joy, and there was a wound on his cheek that was less than an inch long, which was slowly shrinking over time.
Congratulations, King Wei!
The two exchanged greetings, and Li Zhouwei nodded in return. Liao Luo, noticing the heavy black urn in one hand and seeing that there was no major wind or rain, was slightly taken aback and said:
"This is…"
Li Zhouwei said softly:
“I have come to avenge the blood feud of my ancestors, and naturally I will take him back to the ancestral graves to bring him to justice.”
Liao Luo understood perfectly, yet he still frowned, showing some unease. Taiyin Zhenren had already descended on the wind. Li Zhouwei said:
"Thank you so much, Master!"
Fu Xuan nodded as well.
The mere Heavenly Nurturing Jar could not possibly contain this old dragon. If the old dragon had not been seriously injured, and if the Heavenly Nurturing Jar had not been so adept at containing water essence, it would not have been able to contain even a body as large as a mountain!
Although he has been captured for the time being, it is only temporary. Without special methods to reinforce and restrain him, the "Cleansing Dew" will return to the demon body, and it is very possible that the old dragon will secretly drill a hole in the jar and escape. If the people present are not careful, they may not even notice his escape!
Liao Luo only hoped to see the other party die right under his nose. He absolutely did not want such an old dragon to be eyeing him from the outside. Although his Qu Si Dao lineage was overseas, he could not possibly stop going to the mainland from now on, could he? If it were a one-on-one fight, none of the people present would be a match for this old dragon!
In other words, when Li Zhouwei spoke, Liao Luo could only remain silent. Fu Xuan seemed to understand this King Wei better. He put two fingers together in front of him, and the glittering Xuan Mountain leaped up and gently pressed down on the mouth of the urn.
The Pure One Daoist Master breathed a sigh of relief, took the mysterious urn, and said:
"This demon has killed countless people and has a blood debt. This treasure has taken away his supernatural powers and will not return them easily. It can hold out for more than three days. I will then activate the spiritual treasure to help suppress it. I don't need to worry about it escaping."
Li Zhouwei had Cha You watching the old man closely, regardless of what supernatural powers he used, every move he made was clearly visible, and he was not afraid of him at all. Only then did he turn around and gently shatter the golden talisman in his sleeve.
In an instant, a golden light flew from afar and stopped in front of him, revealing a real person in a white-gold Taoist robe.
Li Ximing looked uneasy. He glanced around and immediately noticed the black urn in Fu Xuan's hand. He couldn't help but step forward, but then he hesitantly withdrew his hands, saying:
"well…"
The man's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, as if he were speechless or had nothing to say. He lowered his head and said:
"it is good!"
Fu Xuan raised his hand and said softly:
"Fellow Daoist Zhaojing, you should go into his cave and take a look."
Everyone nodded. Li Zhouwei glanced at the fighting demons at his feet, having already lost interest. Liao Luo, however, laughed:
"I'll go there."
Canlu Fu fell silent, and those below had long been suspicious. A moment later, a demon approached; it was the Demon King of Haoling Peak, a subordinate demon who had always been close to the Song Dynasty. He had a human body, black hair flowing freely, and slightly thin cheeks, but possessed a handsome appearance. He stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said politely:
"My lords, the secret talisman for the great formation has been obtained."
With four Grand Masters waiting, few in the world would dare to be presumptuous. The clerk's words were concise and clear. He presented the talisman with both hands, which Li Zhouwei casually accepted. Seeing his refined demeanor and clear background, he said softly:
"The blood pool has been disposed of; there's no need to leave it here in the way."
So they leaped down and landed in the mountains with Li Ximing. There they saw a green pond, fresh and pleasant, like a paradise, but there was no life in sight, making it seem excessively quiet.
Beside the green pond, half of a cave dwelling was revealed, filled with jade, and a furnace was placed neatly in the center.
This furnace was so large that it would take five people to encircle it. It was entirely golden, with black and red flames dancing beneath it. Li Ximing stepped forward, not yet recognizing what kind of extraordinary spiritual treasure it was, but his heart pounded with astonishment.
'Two hundred years ago, our ancestors were probably murdered inside!'
This made him slowly bend down, gazing at the mysterious patterns on the golden alchemy furnace. He imagined countless wronged souls crying out inside, which made Li Ximing's heart ache.
He sighed:
"My family has gone through two hundred years of hardship and struggle, and there are many tragic stories. But our ancestor... who only achieved sword intent after reaching the foundation stage, never challenged the threshold of immortality, never sought opportunities, and never settled scores. He died in the furnace. In the past, when the old man was alive, I would often talk with him in detail, and we would all lament that we could not capture this demon and offer his head to our ancestors. Now that our great revenge has been avenged, I will have the face to go down and see the old man in the future!"
The Li family has lost far too many people in the past two hundred years, and there are many regrets. Whether it was his uncle Li Yuanxiu or his brother Li Xijun, the Li family members were calm and restrained. Judging from Li Xuanxuan's words, when faced with the fall of these people, they felt more regret and exhaustion about the struggles of the world and the inevitable consequences.
This was a time of great strife, and the Li family understood this the moment they stepped out of the village.
But Li Xuanxuan's hatred for Chi Wei and this evil dragon was peculiar. It was not only mixed with a lot of regret, but also with shock and disgust at how Can Lufu's boundless blood feud over the past few centuries had crushed his own future hopes as if crushing an ant.
'You...ate him...how could you eat him...'
Nowadays, apart from this Master Zhaojing, almost no one in the Li family can recall this feeling. He moved his lips slightly, lowered his head, and quietly looked for a few moments before raising his hand and gently touching it with such complicated feelings.
But it was completely contrary to his expectations.
The alchemy furnace was spotless, and inside it was brewing a pool of white, lustrous liquid. There were no ghosts or wails to be seen. Although his alchemy skills allowed him to see that blood energy had been added, it had been tempered by special true fire and was as if it were naturally formed. All that was reflected in his eyes was an extremely pure and spiritual energy.
It was too bright and white.
Despite his supernatural powers and astonishing alchemy skills, let alone finding traces from two hundred years ago... even if he had refined some kind of pill or transformed into someone else last time, he couldn't discern a single thing.
This made Li Ximing lower his head.
He had never met Li Chijing, and his memories of that ancestor were almost entirely from what the old man had told him. Now that he had come to this place of his passing, he tried to find something, but in the end he found nothing.
'Once refined into an elixir, naturally not even a single bone will remain.'
At this moment, Li Ximing suddenly began to understand the old dragon's words. He didn't feel particularly pleased, but rather saddened, thinking to himself:
'Indeed… no one remembers. A demon king who enjoyed boundless blood energy for hundreds of years certainly didn't believe he perished because he killed the son of that farmer's family.'
He turned his head slightly to look at the young man standing beside him, silently watching Qingtang.
'But... he perished because he killed the ancestor of the current King Wei of the Moon Gazing Immortal Clan.'
Li Ximing turned his face back, slowly lowered it, shed two tears, stood up, and his face had returned to its radiant composure. Master Zhaojing closed his brows and lowered his eyes for a long time, finally letting out a long sigh of relief, and said:
"Your Majesty has worked hard. Quickly clean up this place and return to the lake as soon as possible."