Chapter 565: Zuo Qiu: Yes, I will endure it properly.
“Even if I lose my body and only have divine consciousness left, the power of an Immortal is still terrifying.” The Holy Master Tian Yan’s face grew more serious. “But at this level, it’s still within our expectations.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the powerful cultivator in the Tribulation stage, who had been falling to the ground, suddenly reappeared beside the Divine Consciousness of the Immortal. At the same time, their Immortal weapons, as if stimulated by something, burst out with a dazzling light, instantly matching the strength of the divine consciousness.
“It seems this immortal’s head still isn’t fully awake.” Bai Feng muttered as he watched the battle between the Tribulation stage cultivator and the divine consciousness. While the divine consciousness is powerful, it’s obviously lacking in any real tactics—mostly just smashing forward with brute force. Thanks to this, the Tribulation cultivator from the Holy Land can hold his own against the divine consciousness, even gradually weakening its power.
“Fleas! Ants!!”
“Ugh, here we go again.”
Bai Feng covered his ears, beginning to wonder if this divine consciousness’s brain was possessed by magic energy—every exchange just repeated that one phrase. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was an endlessly repeating tape.
But this time, things were a bit different. Soon, he saw cracks forming on the ground, and instead of magic energy swirling toward the divine consciousness, it poured out toward them and the divine monarch.
“Something’s wrong,” Bai Feng frowned. In an instant, he guessed what was happening. He quickly shouted to Zuo Qiu, who was cleaning the divine monarch’s cultivators, “Zuo Qiu!”
“Master?”
Zuo Qiu blinked and immediately returned to Bai Feng’s side. The next moment, the Immortal Fire Burning Spirit floated in her palm, flickering with terrifying flames.
“Quickly deal with the divine monarch’s cultivators—burn all the magic energy on them, thoroughly.”
Zuo Qiu nodded without hesitation, “Leave it to me, Master!”
“Next, it’s going to get a bit uncomfortable. Please bear with it.”
Bai Feng slowly pushed the Immortal Fire toward Zuo Qiu’s body. She showed no fear, instead a faint blush of excitement.
She slowly, yet eagerly, placed her hand on Bai Feng’s wrist, her voice trembling slightly: “Yes, I will endure it properly.”
As the fire approached her skin, her divine body rapidly began to operate. From afar, she looked like a red gem wrapped in flames.
“Hmph…”
Zuo Qiu let out a muffled groan, but just as Bai Feng was about to slow down, her hand on his wrist suddenly tightened: “That’s good enough… Actually, speed up a little too.”
Looking at the blush that was probably caused by either her body temperature rising or her excitement, Zuo Qiu paused for a second before nodding sharply, pushing the Immortal Fire forcefully into her body.
As the fire merged into her divine body, her hair turned completely into fiery golden-red, and the intense heat was palpable even standing beside her.
Zuo Qiu exhaled a hot breath; despite the pain, she felt it was just right—exciting, even.
“Master, I’m going now,” she said.
Without waiting too long, she spun around swiftly, charging directly at the divine cultivators, her terrifying celestial fire burning away the magic cultivators on her path.
But before she could wipe them out entirely, someone blocked her way.
It was her enemy—and the opponent she must eliminate for her master—Black Lotus.
However, Black Lotus’s face didn’t look very pleased. Clearly, she wasn’t here voluntarily. If she had a choice, she’d rather not face Zuo Qiu, cursed by the heavens to be their enemy.
Especially since she wasn’t like the lucky Golden Lion who managed to reach the Great Vehicle stage; with only the Merging Stage, she was no match for someone with a Divine Body like Zuo Qiu’s.
‘d*mn, I should’ve just killed her earlier.’
Black Lotus cursed inwardly, not even remembering how many times she’d thought that before. But now regret was useless—the divine consciousness of the Immortal was far too important. All she could do now was try to stop Zuo Qiu.
“So, shall we have a little chat?” she looked at Zuo Qiu with a gentle smile.
But all she got in return was a wall of flames that surrounded Black Lotus entirely.
Sweating cold at the threatening celestial fire, Black Lotus didn’t give up. She kept smiling, saying, “Don’t be so hostile. I really did help you before…”
Before she could finish, the raging flames shot toward her. Cursing under her breath, she dashed aside, but the fire was relentless—even with every trick up her sleeve, her left arm still got coated in flames.
“I’ve waited for this day a long time,” Zuo Qiu raised her right hand, and the fire spread rapidly across Black Lotus’s body. “d*e.”
“Wait!” Black Lotus hurriedly shouted, turning to Bai Feng from afar. “I know the Immortal’s info—I also know the secret of the divine monarch. If you let me go, I’ll tell you everything I know!”
“Sounds good, but I don’t trust the divine monarch, and I certainly don’t trust you,” Bai Feng chuckled softly. Besides, even without Black Lotus, he could get the same information from the divine consciousness and the divine monarch’s secrets.
“Wait…”
But before she could say more, Zuo Qiu, barely holding back, received Bai Feng’s orders and unleashed the flames again, lashing toward Black Lotus.
Her face darkened instantly. She looked down at the flames pressing heavily against her arm, then suddenly lifted her arm. In that moment, the flames on her arm turned to ashes as they burnt away, and Black Lotus herself disappeared in a swirl of smoke.
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“Master, I…”
Before Zuo Qiu could speak, Bai Feng raised a hand and interrupted her. “You did very well. Leave the rest to me. She won’t escape—if you’re worried, you can go outside the valley and help.”
“No, I trust you, Master,” Zuo Qiu shook her head and turned her gaze to other divine monarch cultivators. Though she felt a bit frustrated for not having personally taken down Black Lotus, she had more important things to do now.
Meanwhile, Black Lotus reappeared outside the valley.
“Gotta run now!”
Losing her left arm, Black Lotus didn’t hesitate for a second—she flew northward. The divine consciousness was engaged in battle with the Holy Land, and as she was still awakening, even if she forcibly suppressed the divine monarch’s mark, she wouldn’t be noticed for a short time. She had prepared many plans during her time subdued, and as long as she reached that place, she would sever her connection with the divine monarch—even if she had to give up half her life and her current cultivation.
And then, she would make Bai Feng, Zuo Qiu, and even the divine monarch pay the price!
Suddenly, her eyes widened. She looked down at the swordtip piercing her abdomen, a look of disbelief on her face.
Who was it?
Wait, why is my spiritual energy draining so quickly?
She struggled to turn her head, only to see a strand of white hair. The next second, flames erupted from the sword, consuming her completely.
……
“Black Lotus is finally dead,” Bai Feng looked at Little Qi with a slight smile, rubbing her head. “Good job, Little Qi.”
Initially, he’d planned to deal with Black Lotus during the Refinement Stage using the Extermination Sword Array, but the divine monarch’s movements became more secretive—sometimes only small fish or shrimps could be caught. Plus, Black Lotus was extremely cunning, hardly revealing her real face, often using clone techniques even when she did appear.
Now that he finally had a chance to k*ll her, he naturally wouldn’t miss it. Though the sudden loss of her arm did surprise him, he had already set up a formation outside the valley beforehand. The moment Black Lotus showed up, she was caught in his trap.
From then on, dealing with her was straightforward. Even if Little Qi was late, he could have used the formation to hold her back for a few seconds—that was enough for Little Qi and others to catch up and deal with her.
“You foolish mortals! Fleas!!”
“Huh, this time, no excuses—just sentences, huh?”
Bai Feng once again looked toward the divine consciousness in the center of the magic energy. Thanks to Zuo Qiu’s cleanup, only a few divine monarch cultivators remained, and even the magic energy had been burnt away quite a bit. That probably explained why the divine consciousness let out a complete sentence out of frustration.
After a few seconds of impotent rage, the divine consciousness seemed to regain some sense. It raised its hand, black chains shooting out in all directions: “You can’t beat me before, and you won’t now.”
With that, the chains dragged several helpless divine monarch cultivators toward the divine consciousness.
