chsdbacks Chapter 39 Baby, Please Turn Around; Gourd Transforms into Dao Sword
Chapter 39 Baby, Please Turn Around; Gourd Transforms into Dao Sword
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion crawled up from the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with madness.
He reached with his right hand toward the old, worn-out black gourd behind him.
"You forced me to do it."
The Holy Son tore off the gourd and turned it upside down.
With the gourd mouth facing down, a three-inch-long rotten wooden hammer slid out and was grabbed by him.
The wooden hammer was dusty and looked like scraps of wood picked from a woodpile, its surface pitted and uneven, devoid of any spiritual energy. But when the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion completely pulled the wooden hammer out of the gourd's mouth—
"Buzz!"
An ancient, resounding clang emanated from deep within the wooden hammer.
Fine, chaotic patterns seeped from the cracks, appearing and disappearing erratically.
"I obtained this item from an unnamed ancient tomb."
The Holy Son gripped the wooden hammer tightly.
His aura surged, and his previous disheveled state vanished completely.
"Even the Supreme Elder of the Purple Mansion couldn't explain its origin, only that... it could break all laws."
Li Xian's gaze fell on the black gourd that had been casually tossed on the ground.
The cross-section of the handle end of the wooden hammer.
It fits perfectly with the groove on the inner wall of the gourd mouth.
One is a stopper, and the other is a container.
The Purple Mansion Holy Land obtained the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, but treated the stopper as a treasure and the gourd as a container.
This is a classic case of buying the casket and returning the pearl.
Li Xian didn't think much of it, because the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion had already made his move.
The Holy Son charged forward, hammer in hand, more than twice as fast as before.
The chaotic light enveloped the wooden hammer, and each swing caused the space to tremble.
Li Xian dodged to the side.
The wooden hammer grazed past my left shoulder, the shockwave tearing through my gray robe.
Good weight!
The aftershocks alone caused half of Li Xian's body to go numb.
Although this rotten wooden hammer is severely damaged, its original grade is too high. Even if it only has a fraction of its power left, it is not something that a physical body at the first level of the Dao Palace can withstand.
The phantom of a golden lotus bloomed beneath their feet.
Li Xian's figure blurred into afterimages as he moved sideways in succession.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Hammer after hammer, smashing the floor tiles, cracking the rock walls, creating one deep pit after another.
Each strike of the rotten wooden hammer carried a nauseating, chaotic aftertaste, yet each strike missed its mark by mere inches.
The more the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion fought, the more anxious and furious he became.
"What? The ruthless person who dared to ambush the Holy Son, now all you can do is run?" He sneered. "I don't think you're some reclusive master, just a coward—"
The monk's knife was drawn.
There was no flash of swords, no fluctuation of spiritual energy.
The broken blade was inconspicuous in the dimly lit underground palace.
But Li Xian's timing in striking was so precise it was outrageous.
He calculated the exact moment after the rotten wooden hammer was swung out, when the force was exhausted, and before it was fully retracted.
The blade slices diagonally, not to kill a person, but only to strike the hammer.
The bronze blade struck the chaotic light, producing a piercing, crisp sound.
The two forces exploded at the point of contact, and the shockwave swept to both sides.
The dagger flew away, and Li Xian's tiger's mouth was shattered, with blood dripping from his fingertips.
The wooden hammer slipped from his hand—
The dusty, rotten wooden hammer tumbled through the air a few times, tracing an arc, before falling with a "plop" into the pitch-black, dark waters of the Heavenly Yin Absolute Water.
There was no splash.
The wooden hammer sank into the stagnant water, and the chaotic light dissipated.
The Purple Mansion Saint's pupils contracted sharply.
He's out of cards.
After a moment of mental blankness, the Holy Son actually smiled.
He bent down and picked up the black gourd from the ground, pointing the gourd's mouth towards the overcast sky.
"swallow."
The gourd emitted a muffled buzzing sound.
A terrifying suction force erupted from the gourd's mouth.
The Heavenly Yin Absolute Water, spanning ten zhang in radius, was as if drawn by an invisible giant hand, transforming into a jet-black water dragon that roared as it poured into the gourd.
The gourd emitted a faint glow.
Deathly energy and corrosive power surged within, sending chills down one's spine.
"Go to hell!"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion pointed the gourd at Li Xian and shouted loudly.
A jet of black water gushed out from the gourd, mixed with corrosive death energy, turning the air gray and desolate wherever it passed.
Li Xian did not retreat.
Extend your right hand, palm facing up.
A small, crimson stove appeared out of thin air.
The Divine Furnace of Fire.
The stove body is mottled and looks unremarkable.
The moment Li Xian infused his divine power, a faint red light shone from deep within the furnace.
Those were the embers of the Emperor's Fire.
In the ancient times, a great emperor personally lit a flame that has never been extinguished throughout countless years.
"burn."
Li Xian uttered a single word.
The furnace of the Divine Fire opened wide, and a pillar of crimson fire shot into the sky.
No, it's not a pillar of fire.
It was a long, crimson river woven from flames, surging forth in a mighty torrent.
The flames were not ordinary crimson; deep within each cluster of flames pulsed dark golden patterns—remnants of the early Dao principles of Emperor Hengyu.
The Red River and the Black Water collided violently in mid-air.
The Heavenly Yin Absolute Water is said to rot all things and kill all living beings; even powerful beings from Sendai will die upon touching it.
But the Emperor's Fire is not everything.
The Emperor's Fire is the Dao.
He is an existence standing at the end of the path of cultivation, who has condensed his life's cultivation into a single flame of will.
"Hiss hiss hiss—"
The pitch-black, stagnant water evaporated wildly in the crimson river.
Each drop of the Heavenly Yin Absolute Water that turned into black smoke emitted a mournful echo, like a ghostly wail.
but!
The black smoke had not yet risen even half an inch.
It was then completely consumed by the embers of the Emperor's Fire.
The red light grew stronger, while the black water grew thinner.
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion gripped the black gourd tightly, frantically channeling his divine power to activate it, but the Heavenly Yin Absolute Water stored within the gourd was dissolving at a visible speed.
Three breaths later.
The last wisp of black water turned into smoke and vanished.
The crimson river continued its relentless flow, carrying the heat of the remaining imperial fire, and plunged directly into the mouth of the black gourd.
"boom!"
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion let out a miserable scream.
His hands were charred black, and he was thrown away by the force of the impact.
The black gourd slipped from his hand and arced through the air.
Li Xian raised her hand and caught it.
The gourd felt cold to the touch, was completely black, and covered with holes like they had been eaten by insects.
At first glance, it looks like a piece of junk.
But Li Xian could sense—
Deep within the gourd, something lies dormant.
Ancient, silent, carrying the aura of a mythical era.
Li Xian slung the gourd behind his back and looked down at the Purple Mansion Saint Son lying paralyzed in a pool of blood.
The Holy Son's hands were charred black, his sternum was sunken, and he was barely breathing.
But a twisted smile appeared on his lips.
"You... are finished."
The holy son bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the jade pendant at his waist.
The jade pendant shattered.
A purple signal shot into the sky, winding its way through the dome of the underground palace and soaring into the clouds.
"My Purple Mansion Holy Land...has protectors accompanying me."
The Holy Son's voice was hoarse:
"Elder of the Dragon Transformation Realm...you're dead."
The words fell.
At the entrance to the underground palace, the void twisted.
A terrifying aura that could crush everything descended from the sky.
It was as if an ancient, ferocious dragon that had been dormant for a long time had finally opened its eyes.
The cultivators of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm have a lifespan of a thousand years and are considered giants in their own right, making them figures of great importance in the entire Eastern Wilderness.
The gaunt old man descended through the air, surrounded by purple aura. With each step he took, the underground palace trembled, unable to withstand the force.
"Don't panic, Holy Son."
The old man, having undergone the sixth transformation of the dragon, fixed his gaze on Li Xian with undisguised killing intent.
"How dare a mere ant from the Dao Palace harm my Holy Son of the Purple Mansion? Today, I will nip you in the bud."
The Holy Son of the Purple Mansion, along with his protectors, unleashed their full power, overwhelming everything in their path.
Li Xian felt as if he were being crushed by an invisible mountain, his blood and qi churning, and his bones creaking.
This is pure numerical dominance.
The Dao Palace and the Dragon Transformation Realm are separated by an entire great secret realm.
A head-on confrontation.
There is absolutely no chance of winning.
Li Xian had no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation.
He raised the black gourd, pointing its mouth at the old man in the Dragon Transformation Realm.
The old man frowned: "A broken gourd, you think—"
Li Xian spoke up.
The voice was soft and the tone was calm, as if he were reciting a very ordinary mnemonic.
"Baby, please turn around."