Chapter 164: Qing Dai, You’re Really Overdoing It!
“Mighty!”
“With this move from the Realm Master, the cultivators of the world will no longer fear the tribulation to become immortals!”
Shen Tu Lie slowly walked out, waving his hand with a grin!
His face was painted with a slightly mad joy as he said in a deep voice:
“After this great harvest, the Realm Master will awaken completely! Even if the Three Realms unify and the Celestial Court returns, we will have enough strength to stand against the Celestial Court!”
Shen Baixiu smiled lightly, spreading his arms like a majestic eagle:
“Hmph, at that time, we will confront the Celestial Court and divvy up the power!”
As he spoke, his eyes sparkled with greed. “We will create a new Celestial Realm and establish our own Celestial Court!”
Upon hearing this, Shen Tu Lie felt a surge of heroic spirit, his bl**d boiling.
The unification of the Three Realms is an opportunity, but this opportunity belongs to them, not the cultivators of the world!
If they can unify the various Celestial Mansions and create a new Celestial Realm, what a grand feat that would be!
And the best part? At that time, they would hold authority over the cultivation world, rivaling the Celestial Court—how many resources could they harvest?
Cultivators everywhere would become the chives in their garden!
Whenever one of those chives grows taller and stronger, they’ll just raise the scythe and reap them—no more sneaking around, fearing discovery.
“We’re destined to go down in celestial history, haha…”
Shen Baixiu’s scholarly demeanor twisted into a fierce grimace, his aura fluctuating as pain throbbed in his chest.
Zzzz—
A massive bloody hole appeared on his chest, horrifying to behold, with flesh and bl**d constantly regenerating only to be destroyed by another force of law.
This wound kept fluctuating between recovery and destruction, a constant tug-of-war.
“d*mn it!”
Shen Baixiu felt a sharp pain radiating through his body, quickly adjusting his breathing and circulating his energy to suppress the injury!
His complexion gradually returned to normal.
Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said, “Emperor Qi Tian, no matter where you hide, I will find you and shred you to pieces!”
He hated nobody more in this lifetime than Emperor Qi Tian.
Unfortunately, since the return of the Celestial Mansions, he still couldn’t gather even a shred of information about him, as if he had evaporated from the world.
Sometimes, Shen Baixiu even wondered—such powerful beings don’t just pop up out of nowhere.
Their growth journey must be exceedingly legendary, or perhaps they have already achieved great fame in some Celestial Mansion long ago.
However!
Emperor Qi Tian had only appeared a handful of times, injuring him, then vanishing into thin air. Quite mysterious indeed.
Shen Baixiu frowned and whispered, “Could Emperor Qi Tian be a certain Realm Master?”
But he quickly dismissed that thought; the Realm Masters of all Celestial Mansions had powers comparable to his, except for a few like Han Xingmian.
None had been able to injure him!
Shen Tu Lie looked at the wound on him, a bit alarmed, and asked, “Will this injury affect your tribulation?”
Cultivators face enough danger during their tribulations as it is; going in with such injuries? The level of danger doesn’t even need mentioning!
No one would dare do such a thing!
Shen Baixiu shook his head and said, “I spent a great deal of effort refining a Nine Revolutions Rebellion Pill. As long as I can take it, this injury will surely heal!”
Shen Tu Lie nodded; the Nine Revolutions Rebellion Pill was a holy pill for healing, requiring many rare spiritual herbs and having miraculous effects.
He couldn’t help but sigh, “When it comes to healing elixirs, nothing beats the Chaos Spirit Milk, but too bad it has long gone extinct.”
A hint of regret flashed across Shen Baixiu’s face; he had sent people to search for it, only to come up empty-handed.
Chaos Spirit Milk had now become a legendary medicine that only existed in tales.
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Blue Star Celestial Mansion.
Deep Inside.
Yuan Ruoyu, Ye Qingge, and the Purple Paulownia Great Emperor exchanged awkward glances; they all felt a little embarrassed.
In these days, the Purple Paulownia Great Emperor had successfully crossed the thunder tribulation to become a true immortal.
Yuan Ruoyu and Ye Qingge also sensed that their own tribulation was approaching—they were just a step away!
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Becoming Immortal is just around the corner!
And look, Qing Dai has sent them another ‘little jade bottle,’ making them feel quite guilty.
After all, they had just received one not long ago.
Now getting another one—such a precious item—surely can’t be treated like milk tea, right?
“Qing Dai, you’re giving too much…”
Ye Qingge hesitated, unable to hold back and said, “You know, I still haven’t finished the one you gave last time!”
Yuan Ruoyu added, “Yeah, this seems a bit too much!”
The Purple Paulownia Great Emperor remained silent, watching from the side. Ever since becoming immortal, her aura had changed significantly.
“Don’t mention it!”
Qing Dai smiled, generously saying, “Don’t worry, it won’t be long before there’s more again; keeping too much is a waste.”
“Anyway, that guy also doesn’t—cough—”
Qing Dai’s face turned red as she nearly let something slip, hastily correcting herself, “You all are about to face tribulation, so take a bit more as a precaution.”
Actually, she had something deeper to say. Ever since she became immortal, her chaotic bloodline had advanced, not only improving the quality of the Chaos Spirit Milk but also its production!
Every now and then, it skyrocketed out of control…
To exaggerate a bit, not only drinking it but even taking a bath in it would be enough.
Since she said so, Yuan Ruoyu and the others had no choice but to accept and thank her again.
Then, Yuan Ruoyu added, “Qing Dai, you take care and be safe. Although you have become immortal, there might still be hidden monsters in the various Celestial Mansions.”
“Even a true immortal’s strength wouldn’t be surprising!”
Now that the Purple Paulownia had successfully crossed the tribulation, leaving her here to guard would suffice.
After a discussion, they decided to let Qing Dai head to the Nine States to check the situation.
There hadn’t been any news from Lin Feng yet.
It wouldn’t do to have so many people here waiting around empty-handed.
With Qing Dai’s immortal presence guarding the Nine States, it would certainly bring some comfort.
Qing Dai nodded earnestly and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!”
They discussed for a moment longer…
Then Qing Dai spun around and instantly vanished from the spot. Moments later, a passage opened up in the Blue Star Celestial Mansion!
A beam of green light shot out, heading straight towards the Central State.
Then, the passage closed once more.
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Purple Origin Celestial Mansion, Nine Heavens Sword Sect.
Qin Jian paced back and forth in the grand hall, still feeling the flames of rage within him, a place where he had nowhere to vent!
After a moment, he stopped, a flicker of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Qin Jian’s face turned a steel gray, “Someone, summon the Ninth Elder to see me!”
“At once!”
Soon, a man in a fancy robe, looking withered yet spirited, entered.
The old man had high cheekbones and gray hair at the temples.
This man was none other than the Ninth Elder of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, Liao Qingshan. He clasped his hands and said, “Greetings, Sect Master. What commands do you have for me?”
Qin Jian took a deep breath, revealing a fierce smile, radiating murderous intent as he said, “I command you to immediately lead the disciples and wash the Xuanqing Sect in bl**d, leaving no chickens or dogs alive!”
Having faced consecutive setbacks, he was bursting with pent-up frustration!
He desperately needed some fresh bl**d to cleanse the anger in his heart—only then could he relieve the hate!
Liao Qing’s expression changed slightly, becoming serious.
Seeing his demeanor, Qin Jian’s tone turned cold, “I have made up my mind; don’t worry about the aftermath. If the Desolate Heaven Emperor dares to show up, naturally, someone will deal with it!”
He paused, thinking of something, then cruelly smiled,
“Ninth Elder, bring along the Winged Thunderfire Lion; it has been locked away for too long, its violent nature is about to fade. It’s time to let it come out and have a bite!”
Liao Qing’s face took on a solemn look, and with no further concerns, he bowed,
“Rest assured, Sect Master! I will get right on it…”
“Go!”
