chsdbacks Chapter 281 The Power of Divine Weapons, Ink Jade Ambition
Chapter 281 The Power of Divine Weapons, Ink Jade Ambition
Chapter 281 The Power of Divine Weapons, Ink Jade Ambition
"Mr. Bai, please don't be in a hurry."
Seeing Bai Junlang's anxious expression, almost rushing forward, Xu Qing gently shook his head and chuckled, "Miss Guan Yuetong's illness is no ordinary one. Even if you cure her now, it will only be a temporary relief. Even if you break through to the ultimate realm of 999,900 horses in the future, you still won't be able to save her."
"Even the ultimate goal of 999,900 horsepower can't save it?"
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Bai Junlang's heart. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he took half a step forward, his tone filled with disbelief and urgency.
"Isn't Xiaotong's illness caused by the magnetic field lock left by that dog, Oga, and the fact that she forcibly broke the lock back then? How come even the final realm couldn't help?"
Xu Qing looked at Hai Hu and said, "Yes and no."
He paused, then slowly revealed a truth that completely stunned Bai Junlang: "Miss Guan Yuetong was originally a born saint created by Lan Dao Tianwu Guantianxiang. This also meant that from the moment she was born, her fate was sealed: she would die young. Even if she had the chance to be reincarnated, she would never live past sixty years old in any of her lives."
"This is not a simple illness, nor is it a sequela of magnetic field lock."
"This is the will of Heaven, the will of a great power that transcends the mortal realm, and the fundamental will of your universe."
"Even if you become the ultimate powerhouse, your lifespan is only 300 years, and you are still under the control of the great power. Even the ultimate powerhouse cannot escape the arrangement of fate if he does not awaken."
"To save Hitomi Mizuki, one needs the strength of an ultimate powerhouse."
"What utter bullshit about divine will!"
Bai Junlang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, the veins on his arms bulging, and three crimson battle marks instantly appearing on his forehead. The despair and anger that had been building up in his heart burst forth in an instant.
"Is this how fate is going to torment me?!" He looked up abruptly, his voice filled with heart-wrenching resentment.
"My lord, is there really no way at all?" Haihu looked at Xu Qing, who was sitting in the main seat.
Now that things have come to this, Guan Yue Tong is unlikely to live past today. Even if Hai Hu has great talent, it is impossible for him to cross the realm of the ultimate expert and enter the threshold of the ultimate expert in such a short time.
All his hopes could only be placed on the mysterious, god-like Lord of the Heavenly Pavilion before him.
"Yes, of course there is a way." Xu Qing smiled slightly.
Then a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a uniquely shaped weapon appeared in his hand.
Accompanying it was a pill.
The weapon was covered in a dark purple aura, and its blade was filled with a heart-stopping energy. It was a divine weapon and demonic blade from the world of "Extreme Demon".
"This divine weapon can grant power, and the core of that power is to give the wielder a strong immortality," Xu Qing explained slowly. "After being radiated by its light, even the peak of the first realm, the Restraint level, will have no vital organs. Even if one's entire body is smashed to pieces, one can be reborn and possess the power of seven rebirths."
Haihu's pupils shrank sharply as he stared intently at the demonic blade, his voice trembling slightly: "This—this is real?"
Even those who reach the ultimate level still have vital points; if their head and heart are destroyed simultaneously, death is certain. Yet this demonic blade's power grants immortality to even a serpent-level being?
"You can verify it yourself." As soon as Xu Qing finished speaking, the divine weapon and demonic blade suddenly emitted a soft purple halo, instantly enveloping Bai Junlang.
He then directly bestowed a portion of the power of the divine weapon and demonic blade upon Haihu.
In an instant, Bai Junlang felt a strange force penetrate his limbs and bones.
He took a deep breath and, without the slightest hesitation, suddenly unleashed his power to shatter his own heart, while deliberately suppressing the repairing ability of the rotating magnetic field.
But the next second, the tearing sensation in his chest suddenly disappeared, and the strange power within his body surged instantly, enveloping and supporting the injury like a tide.
In the blink of an eye, his heart was completely healed, without a single scratch, and he felt no weakness whatsoever.
"This is the peak of the Serpent level, an immortality even stronger than the Binding level."
Xu Qing's voice rang out at just the right moment.
"And the power possessed by fully mastering the divine weapon and demonic blade is even greater than this."
"Only this near-ultimate power of immortality can completely reverse Guan Yue Tong's fate. After she absorbs the power of the Demon Blade and becomes the Golden Leaf Saintess, her power will be almost the same as yours now."
He then changed the subject, pointing out the price: "What you will have to pay is all your power, including your current 80 horsepower magnetic field rotation, and your complete realm."
"Fine! Why not?"
Having witnessed the power of the divine weapon and demonic blade, Bai Junlang responded almost immediately, without the slightest hesitation in his eyes.
After all, this was his only chance.
Even if Xu Qing lied to him, so what? If he couldn't save Xiao Tong, what did it matter if he died?
The sky remained dark and gloomy, but Bai Junlang's figure had already returned from the Zhutian Pavilion in an instant.
He was holding two things in his hands at that moment.
A pure white pill, as white as jade, and a divine weapon with a dark purple aura.
Guan Yue Tong was still sitting by the bed, her face even paler than when he left, and her breathing was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.
Hearing footsteps, she slowly raised her eyes and saw the pill in Haihu's hand. A helpless, bitter smile appeared on her lips: "Brother Junlang, don't bother—"
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Her voice was so soft it was almost drowned out by the sea breeze.
"I know in my heart that today is my day. It is ordained by God and cannot be changed."
She raised her hand to touch his cheek, but her fingertips barely had the strength to lift them. Her eyes were filled with heartache: "You've already done so much for me, please don't—"
Haihu didn't speak, but simply sat down beside her and gently placed the luminous white pill in her outstretched palm.
The pill felt slightly cool to the touch, and carried a strange, warm scent.
"Xiao Tong, don't talk nonsense. You'll get better after taking this pill."
His gaze was firm, and he didn't try to persuade her further. He just looked at her quietly, his eyes like a calm sea.
Looking at the pill in her palm and then at the stubbornness in Haihu's eyes, Guan Yuetong finally couldn't resist.
She knows her Junlang brother too well; once Haihu makes up his mind, nothing can stop him.
Guan Yue Tong sighed softly, then used her fingertips to gently put the pill into her mouth.
The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, which was quite strange, yet it had no taste whatsoever.
But the next second, something unexpected happened.
Hitomi Kanzuki suddenly felt as if her consciousness had been split in two.
In addition to the original body, another cold, hard body appeared in his consciousness, with a vast and powerful force flowing through it, just like the strange weapon in Haihu's hand.
Almost simultaneously, the divine weapon and demonic blade in Haihu's hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling purple light, enveloping Guanyue Tong like a tidal wave!
The oppressive atmosphere in the room was instantly dispelled. In the purple halo, Guan Yue Tong's originally pale face regained its color at a visible speed, her rapid breathing became steady, and her life force, which had been so weak that it had almost disappeared, began to revive wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her chest, where the tearing pain had vanished without a trace, replaced by a continuous stream of power flowing from the weapon-like body in her consciousness into her limbs and bones.
"This—" Kanzuki Hitomi suddenly opened her eyes wide, feeling the changes within her body in disbelief.
That power was far stronger than her peak, even more powerful than the strongest power she remembered Haihu possessed. She subconsciously looked at Haihu beside her. After his power was fully restored and he gained new power, Guanyue Tong suddenly felt that the magnetic field that had been swirling around Haihu had now disappeared without a trace.
She seemed to understand something in an instant, and her eyes suddenly reddened: "Brother Junlang, your power—"
Haihu simply raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, a relieved smile appearing on his lips.
"It's okay—as long as you're alright, Xiaotong, that's enough."
He had no power, but seeing Xiao Tong come back to life again was more satisfying than having a million magnetic fields spinning. At this moment, Guan Yue Tong's two older brothers, Lan Meng Ao Jia, Hai Hu's teacher, Xiong Shi, and Hell Tian Dao, who brought the white-haired man and the hundred-times man, arrived late.
Upon their arrival, they sensed the power of Mizuki Hitomi, which was almost identical to, or even slightly stronger than, that of Hell Oga, the strongest being of their time, and the Sea Tiger, who had already lost his power.
Although shocked, they had no idea what had happened.
However, since several groups of people had gathered here at this time, and they all had some connection with each other, and because of face-saving and Guan Yue Tong's power, no one made a move against Hai Hu, who was in a weakened state. They simply congratulated Guan Yue Tong on her rebirth.
And Hitomi Mizuki also had a vague feeling that fate—seemed to have changed.
She looked at her two children.
What will become of their fates in the future?
After Mizuki Hitomi's illness was completely cured, the air on the island seemed to become much lighter.
Seeing his wife smile again, Bai Junlang's gloom vanished.
The huge weight that had been hanging over his heart for days had finally been lifted. The joy he felt was even more exhilarating and exciting than punching Oga in the face back then.
The two had been deeply in love for a long time, giving Bai Cinan and Bai Shounan the feeling that their parents were about to have another younger sibling.
What names will these two terrible name-givers come up with?
However, there was a small incident that left Haihu somewhat amused and exasperated.
Without the power of the rotating magnetic field, and given that Guan Yue Tong is the type of loving mother, her two little rascals at home clearly showed less respect for her and became somewhat unruly.
When they spar, they dare to fight to the death even if he is right in front of them.
This is ridiculous, like dogs biting each other.
Fortunately, he possessed a complete cultivation level. Even without the magnetic field rotating, he could easily subdue the white-haired man and the white-second man with a little effort using the power of an ordinary person.
However, the first male has "Hell" backing him up, and the second male's master is "Heavenly Path," neither of whom are his type.
"I don't want to think about these things anymore. I need to get my strength back first." Bai Junlang shook his head, putting his worries behind him.
Before practicing his martial arts, he always likes to watch The Simpsons to relax, and today was no exception.
He walked into the living room and reached out to turn on the television.
Since Mizuki Hitomi fell ill, Kaiko hadn't watched TV for a long time. A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the screen, and he wiped it clean before turning it on.
But when the screen lit up, it wasn't The Simpsons that he was familiar with, but an interview program.
Haihu paused for a moment, intending to change the channel, but then thought that since he was free anyway, there was no harm in watching, so he simply sat down.
On the television, the female host was smiling at the camera, next to a middle-aged man with a haggard face and slightly disheveled hair. The subtitle read "Writer Mo Yu Hongzhi".
The host then asked, "Mr. Moyu, I heard that your second part of 'Release the Earth,' titled 'The End of the Continent,' concluded two months ago. However, you seem rather downcast. Is something on your mind?"
Mo Yu Hongzhi sighed, his tone full of self-reproach: "Alas, to my shame, this second part is a complete disappointment, truly letting down the fans' expectations."
"You don't need to be so hard on yourself."
The host quickly offered words of comfort.
"It's common for sequels to fall apart. Look at Chen Xi, who's on par with you; his sequel to 'Paving the Floor' and 'The Ruined Courtyard,' titled 'Kidney Deficiency,' also saw a decline in reputation."
"And then there are the Huang Family Three Ghosts and the Dream-Entering Chicken God. Their classic works, such as 'Hydrogen Continent' and 'The Romance of Chinese Martial Arts,' also suffered from poor reviews for their sequels. It's normal for sequels to fail to replicate their success, so why are you making things so difficult for yourself?"
"It's different!"
Mo Yuhongzhi suddenly raised his voice, his tone full of regret.
"When I was writing the finale, I couldn't come up with any ideas for a whole day. So I just had the protagonist, Yang Feng, write a 3000-word side story to fill the gap. Only after I finished writing it did I realize that I would definitely get criticized if I wrote it!"
"So I started writing, but then I impulsively pulled out an old character I had written about before and rewrote it. Now that I think about it, I regret it so much. I should have just written a 6000-word story about Yang Feng."
Host: "Is there a problem with that?"
Mo Yu Hongzhi: "Because in order to highlight Yang Feng's high level of strength and powerful realm, I wrote that even close friends and relatives would hardly be able to meet him."
The host looked puzzled: "This isn't a big problem, is it? I remember when you describe strong people, you always say that the higher their level, the rarer they are, even their relatives and friends can hardly find a trace of them. Isn't this your usual technique?"
"That's where the problem lies!"
Mo Yu Hongzhi slapped his thigh, his face turning even more bitter.
"I used to write about supporting characters who are strong, but this time I'm writing about the protagonist, who has reached the pinnacle of the world. The person I'm writing about is Yang Feng's first master and first guide."
"If you've read 'Liberating the Earth,' you'll know that I repeatedly emphasize in the book that the Master is more important than one's closest relatives. In that worldview, those who do not respect the Master will be despised by the entire world!"
Mo Yu Hongzhi: "Moreover, the legacy left by that master saved Yang Feng and everyone on Blue Star when Blue Star was about to be destroyed by the Earth Beast and when Yang Feng was about to be annihilated. It also helped Yang Feng possess the Earth Beast, making him a true genius."
"He saved Earth from being spied on by extraterrestrials, twice saving Earth from dire straits. You could say that without that teacher and that guide, there would be no Yang Feng. Do you understand?"
"Even if it says it's hard to meet, it shouldn't cause this much of a breakdown, right?" The host still didn't quite understand.
"Hehe, what I wrote wasn't just difficult to meet, it was that there's no chance to even meet." Mo Yu Hongzhi rubbed his temples.
"Do you know how long it was after I wrote about Yang Feng's advancement to a powerful expert?"
Host: "How long?"
Mo Yu Hongzhi: "Actually, it's not that many, maybe more than hundreds of billions of years."
host:"?"
Mo Yu Hongzhi: "Moreover, Yang Feng's clones are more numerous than the fundamental particles of a universe."
host:"?!!"
Mo Yu Hongzhi: "The most crucial thing is that I can forgive myself for writing such a ridiculous and wordy sentence at the beginning, but I also added a sentence at the end: Yang Feng is so bored that he went to the mortal world to work as a blacksmith."
host:
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Mo Yu Hongzhi: "There's one more thing I forgot to mention. Although there are few fans who criticize this, quite a few people are still disgusted. When I wrote about how difficult it was for Yang Feng to meet, I wrote that Yang Feng's first guide was in line for more than 600 people before it was his turn. You can imagine how many people were ahead of him."
host:"--------"
Mo Yu Hongzhi: "Moreover, when I set up Yang Feng to be able to create a Holy Realm containing countless universes in ten days, and even a wild monster in the Holy Realm has the second level of the Divine Lord realm, I wrote that Yang Feng, with such power, gave the Guide a physical body at the first level of the Divine Lord realm."
Mo Yu Hongzhi: "Fans directly scolded me, saying that the treatment given to the guide was not as good as that of a stray dog on the roadside, but I couldn't refute it, because this is indeed the truth."
The host was at a loss for words.
Mo Yu Hongzhi said with a wry smile, "You're silent now, aren't you? You also think it's outrageous, right?"
Mo Yu Hongzhi sighed.
"I must be getting senile. After writing that Yang Feng is almost omnipotent, with countless clones, and billions of years have passed and I'm bored out of my mind, I still wrote that Yang Feng's teacher never even had a chance to meet him. Doesn't that mean my protagonist is heartless and despised in the entire worldview?"
Looking at Mo Yu Hongzhi, who was filled with remorse, the host opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment, and could only look at him awkwardly.
Mo Yu Hongzhi smiled bitterly: "After that chapter was published, I was bombarded with criticism from hundreds of fans because Teacher Yang Feng didn't even have a chance to meet him. The comment section exploded."
"I really had a bad habit of touching things."
"Then why don't you just do what Teacher Chenxi did and release a side story to patch it up?" the host quickly suggested.
"Do you even need to tell me?" Mo Yu Hongzhi rolled his eyes, but his tone remained sullen.
"After being criticized, I immediately added some background information, saying that Yang Feng's master had his contact information but didn't contact him for fear of disturbing his cultivation. I thought that would solve the problem, but the fans started arguing instead!"
"Huh? They've already patched it, why are they still making noise?" The host was completely dumbfounded.
"How should I know!"
Mo Yu Hongzhi spread his hands, his face full of despair.
"I clearly changed everything, but Yang Feng's fans got upset when other fans called Yang Feng an ingrate and started arguing in the comments section."
"They said, 'So what if Yang Feng can't see his master? Anyway, he's barely seen his master, practically dead. Why should he be allowed to suck blood?'"
"No, it's just a meeting. I've already made changes and patched it, so why do you still think I did the right thing?"
"When did my protagonist, Yang Feng, become someone who was grateful to his teacher when he was saved, but who wouldn't even see him again after growing up?"
"Isn't this an insult, implying that the Yang Feng I portrayed is just like my fans say—heartless, ungrateful, and treacherous? Seriously, when did I ever write Yang Feng like that? Uh—even if I wrote that they never had a chance to meet, that was a typo. I corrected it and realized it wasn't right, but they think it is! What kind of nonsense is this?!"
Seeing that Mo Yu Hongzhi was almost out of control, the host didn't know how to comfort him and could only laugh awkwardly to smooth things over.
Not long after, the program ended in an awkward silence.
The television screen went dark, and Bai Junlang, sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but shake his head.
"How utterly nonsensical!"
The precious time to relax before practicing was wasted on these trivial complaints.
I feel like Yang Feng's fans are even more clueless than those guys from the Lanmeng organization.
He reached out and turned off the TV, then got up and walked towards the practice room.
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