If it were in the past, Chen Huaian would definitely choose to recharge 6 yuan with the spirit of thrift.
But today was different. Holding 1 billion yuan, he naturally wanted to show Li Qingran the splendors of the world.
[Apprentice, watch closely! Your master is about to make a move!]
In the void, a voice echoed. Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi hurried to the edge of the flying boat to gaze into the distance.
Unbeknownst to them, Chen Huaian was facing a decision.
[Please select your jade foot!]
<Recharge another 6 yuan to unlock white silk jade feet, a single step that makes Ji Dong ecstatic.>
<Recharge another 12 yuan to unlock black silk long legs, making Ji Dong understand what true humiliation feels like.>
<Recharge 36 yuan to unlock old cold legs, a step that reeks terribly.>
<For just 48 yuan, you can enjoy limited-time heaps of socks, pig kidney shoes, and a 34-inch small popsicle.>
<Free use of a sincere step, no special effects, but one step that shatters Ji Dong's dreams.>
Chen Huaian: “…”
Isn’t this correct?
White silk jade feet, black silk beautiful legs, is this really appropriate?
I originally thought that the so-called foot fetish benefits were just a joke, but it turns out they are real.
Though I’m very curious about what a Tiancan foot wrapped in black silk looks like, it must be quite spectacular, right?
But money shouldn’t be spent recklessly.
Maybe… I should wait until my relationship with Qingran gets even better before trying other versions.
To avoid damaging his perfect image as a master in Qingran’s heart.
Chen Huaian chose ‘free step.’
[Please place your phone on the ground and step on it with your jade foot.]
Chen Huaian: “…”
…
Cangyun Realm.
A group of divine transformations struggled to catch up with the demon cultivator. Su Qinian gritted his teeth, thinking that if this demon cultivator were allowed to escape, it would bring great calamity to the mortal world. He decided to turn and seek help from the ancestor in the flying boat.
At that moment.
The air around them suddenly condensed.
A terrifying pressure spread out from the flying boat, covering everything.
Everyone fell silent, their lips stiff. They saw a blue spiritual energy giant foot extending from the gathering clouds, directly above the direction the demon cultivator was fleeing.
“Ten thousand heavens bless us!” Su Qinian stared in disbelief. “The ancestor is making a move… No, making a step!”
“So the master is really going to make a move…”
Li Qingran gazed at the giant foot, her big eyes blinking. Suddenly, she felt that even just the master’s foot was so cool, and hugging it would surely feel very safe.
“This huge foot…” Yue Qianchi’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but shiver, hugging her arms. “With one step, won’t the city be flattened?”
The flying boat sped forward under some mysterious force.
Ji Dong had already fled to the desert between countries, planning to recover his vitality by massacring some mortal nation. But in the next second, he sensed a deadly aura locking onto him.
“Not good!” He turned to look back, and his scalp tingled.
Above the clouds, a massive bronze foot blocked out the sun. Even before it approached, the oppressive force made his demonic aura sluggish. Initially, the giant foot seemed far away, but soon, it was accompanied by the swirling vortex of the shattered void, right above him!
“Ahh—!” In the face of life and death, Ji Dong bled from seven orifices, only managing to summon his Blood Asura Dharmic Appearance.
But before the appearance could fully form, his right shoulder collapsed, bone fragments piercing his demonic body, and dark blood sizzled on the bronze foot patterns. Just as he began to chant a blood escape spell, the giant foot landed, its wind flipping over his Dharmic Appearance.
Rocks floated and trembled.
The bronze foot slammed the ground, causing the earth within a hundred miles to cave in.
“Spare me! Please spare me, Great One!”
Ji Dong screamed desperately, but saw the bronze giant foot rise again.
He looked up, tears of blood streaming down his face. “Great One… save me!!”
Miles away, in a mountain range, an ancient temple crumbled.
An old nun in gray robes opened her eyes, breaking through the void with her bare hands, and pointed at Ji Dong’s Dharmic Appearance, hitting the center of his forehead.
In an instant, the Dharmic Appearance collapsed, but then reformed. His left face was serene, while his right was covered in demonic patterns, with red fangs and teeth. His white jade hand held a black rosary.
“Enough.” The half-demon, half-Bodhisattva Dharmic Appearance raised its finger slightly, and the void rippled.
On the deck of the flying boat, Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi felt a chill run down their spines. Before they could react, the flying boat’s defensive shield exploded into pieces. A thousand miles away, the sea of clouds was swept up as if caught by an invisible hand. A giant finger, entwined with Bodhi leaves and bones, pierced through space, causing it to crumble inch by inch.
“It’s over! Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi are still on the flying boat!”
Su Qinian’s eyes were about to burst, ready to rush to save them.
But the Dharmic Appearance’s giant finger had already pierced through the flying boat.
Boom—!
The core of the formation shattered, spiritual energy went wild, and a violent explosion scattered the surrounding clouds.
When everyone’s minds were still blank, the wind blew away the dust, revealing a figure in black.
“Ancestor!” Su Qinian’s eyes filled with tears when he recognized the figure.
The sudden relief almost made him fall off his flying sword.
It was Chen Huaian.
Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi were protected behind him, unharmed.
Chen Huaian’s left hand fingers deeply dug into the Dharmic Appearance’s joints. Under the impact wave, his sleeves tore apart, revealing his tightened arm muscles.
Crack—!
With a slight twist of his fingers, the Buddha Demon Dharmic Appearance’s arm began to crumble inch by inch.
The Buddha Demon Dharmic Appearance stared at Chen Huaian, who had intervened, and its pupils shrank. It spat out a mixed male-female voice mantra: “Bodhi is not a tree, the mirror is not a stand. Do you know the karma and sin you have caused by disrupting my plans, and the fate of the entire Cangyun Realm? What will be your fate during the future reckoning?”
“What a fine reckoning.”
Chen Huaian laughed lightly, standing with his hands behind his back. There was no warmth in his eyes; only the icy blade of a sword gleamed.
“Since that is the case, let us settle this properly!”
His right hand slowly clenched, and the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Even the debris of the falling flying boat hung suspended in mid-air, as if the laws of heaven and earth had frozen at this moment.
“Apprentice, give me a bottle of spiritual wine.”
He stretched his hand back. Li Qingran hesitated briefly before immediately taking a bottle of wine from her storage bag and handing it to her master. She then neatly stepped back, holding her hands together, and looked at her master’s back with adoring eyes.
Chen Huaian uncorked the bottle, leaning against the air, and tilted the bottle, letting a dragon-like stream pour out.
As the alcohol clouded his vision, his pupils instead became clear and sharp.
The wind lifted his black robe, revealing the sword wrapped in black scales at his waist.
“Seeing swords through drunken eyes is the clearest.” He did not draw the sword.
But the surrounding spiritual energy surged wildly, taking the shape of a sword.
“I have a sword that can intoxicate immortals!”
Chen Huaian formed a sword with his fingers, gazing at the demon Dharmic Appearance, laughing recklessly amidst his staggering steps.
“Sir, why don’t you try this sword’s karma?
Can you… possibly withstand it?”
