Chapter 43: with translation of chapter title

Dong!

Dong!

The heavy, muffled footsteps, like a bell and a drum, came from far away and drew near.

The thick snow on the ground, mixed with rain, was kicked up into rolling ripples like a shaken quilt, continually spreading outward from afar, striking the bluestone steps before Xu Ji Mu diao Pu and exploding into snow waves like a startling tide.

Wave after wave, as if each step that fell would stir up such ripples.

The wailing, sobbing cries continually echoed, transmitting from the other end of the long street to this end.

As if the gates of hell's ghosts had been opened, the wailing multitude of ghosts……

Howling forth, they roam the human world at night!

In the alley.

The old man listened to the approaching footsteps, sensing the intense divinity mixed within them, and lightly patted the child Lü Chi beside him.

"Go, foolish child."

"In a fight between martial artists, a divine cultivator mixing in…… is too much."

The old man said softly.

Lü Chi, hearing this, showed no fear in his eyes; instead, he seemed to ignite like a ball of fire, blazing fiercely.

"Master, leave it to me!"

"Just give that junior sister who hasn't yet crossed the threshold an early surprise!"

Lü Chi grinned, tilting his head, revealing a brilliant smile.

In the next moment, he actually pulled out from his bosom a thumb-sized wood carving; though small, it depicted a child holding a red-tasseled spear, with hair tied in buns, wearing a red bellyband, surrounded by red silk ribbons, carved vividly to life.

Obviously the work of a master's hand.

Eyes wide, glaring, domineering……

Lü Chi placed the thumb-sized wood carving against his brow; instantly, specks of light particles floated and drifted out from within the carving—that was the divinity contained within it.

All of it was drawn into Lü Chi's brow, and when the wood carving turned to dregs and fine sand, it slipped from his chubby palms.

A red dot appeared on Lü Chi's brow, his eyes widened, and his fury blazed like fire!

"My junior sister who hasn't yet crossed the threshold will die a miserable death!"

"Ah! I'm so angry!"

"Prince, help me!"

Lü Chi shouted angrily, his fury surging, his eyes flowing with fire, his aura rising steadily.

The old man smiled, flicked his finger, and instantly a length of red silk floated out, wrapping around Lü Chi's body.

Lü Chi's face was completely obscured by the overflowing, fire-like angry divinity!

The swirling wind and snow enveloped his whole body, the red silk coiled around him, as if he trod a tornado, his momentum terrifying!

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, giving a slight nod.

The divinity of anger.

【Wrathful Third Prince】!

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……

The pattering winter rain fell, mixed with snow granules.

Falling from a height of ten thousand feet, it landed on the tung-oil-coated surface of the paper umbrella, bouncing like beads without cease.

Under the umbrella, a figure in white, whiter than snow, with a handsome bearing and an otherworldly beauty, eyes full of a somber hue, a tear mole at the corner of the eye, as if ready to pour out countless sorrows.

The strands of hair on his forehead swayed slightly, revealing Si Mu Bai's face, on the verge of tears.

Holding the umbrella in one hand, he walked; each step he took caused the snow on the ground to roll forward, clearing a clean area for him to pass.

He leisurely walked toward Xu Ji Mu diao Pu.

Regardless of how dire and urgent the situation inside Xu Ji Mu diao Pu was,

Whether it was Zhao Chuanxiong having his head sliced off by the ox demon, or the four blood-exchanged martial warriors sparring with the ox demon in a heart-pounding pursuit of the ox demon…

None of it caused his steady steps to show the slightest panic.

"Zhao Chuanxiong is dead."

Si Mu Bai pressed his lips, the vivid tear mole seeming to diffuse ever richer sorrow; his voice, on the verge of tears, carried grief.

"What a pity… he's dead, dead, but I'm afraid, afraid that Zhao Xuanhai will come looking for trouble…"

"Divine constable, the one who beat me to death, I'm afraid, I'm so sorrowful… waa waa waa…"

Si Mu Bai's whole body was shrouded in sorrow; this is the cultivation of divine nature, the Seven Emotions divine nature… using emotion as a basis, one can arouse divine nature; before battle, by cultivating and harmonizing with emotion, divine nature becomes more active and combat strength grows.

The cultivation of emotion is a required course for every divine cultivator.

Beneath the sorrow on the verge of tears, his eyes were entirely clear and lucid.

Si Mu Bai gazed at the woodcarving shop in the snowy night, Xu Ji Mu diao Pu, his sorrow tinged with gloom; the ox demon… appeared.

In broad daylight, Zhao Chuanxiong brazenly took Chen Dabao away, then caused a disturbance outside Xu Ji Mu diao Pu, indeed provoking the ox demon's attack.

But even he, Si Mu Bai, underestimated the speed at which the ox demon's strength increased.

The trace of 【Cherishing Wrath Suppress Ghosts】 divinity he had left on Zhao Chuanxiong transmitted back information, letting him know that the ox demon had actually undergone blood exchange!

"How fast… this ox demon… just who is it?"

Si Mu Bai really became curious.

But he racked his brains, yet could not find in his mind a person who matched with the ox demon.

Whether martial warrior or divine cultivator, none had ever been a match for it.

"This city… does not need heroes."

Tonight.

Then let me send off this lone hero.

Si Mu Bai held an oil-paper umbrella; the raindrops sliding from the umbrella's edge were like the tears of his sorrowful weeping.

Thinking of having to kill the bull-demon hero, Si Mu Bai couldn't help feeling a bit excited; his sorrowful emotions were uncontrollable, and he couldn't help wanting to smirk, to laugh.

Between crying and laughing, his sobs were like a ghost's.

Suddenly.

Si Mu Bai's raised foot came down sharply.

A thudding boom!

The piled snow, like a quilt kicked up, surged forward toward the distance.

His stiff neck lifted with difficulty; the sorrowful, tearful expression on his face was like a wooden carving, completely frozen.

The snow that had turned into a surge and rushed forward, in the process of impact, melted away, becoming the river's tide, as if a blazing fire lay ahead, burning and melting the ice and snow of the entire street!

But upon that surge,

A child with eyes blazing like fire, a blurred visage, crimson silk swirling like a dragon around his body, black hair fluttering wildly like waterweed.

His chubby fingers, from excess nutrients, clenched into fists as he stared at him, face full of anger.

That intense divinity, to the extreme, blossomed wildly like a crimson lotus.

On Si Mu Bai's face, tearful and sorrowful, his grief so thick it couldn't dissolve, he stared at the child like a crimson lotus, his hairs standing on end.

Such divinity……the wrathful divinity, Four Sovereigns level……【Wrathful Prince】?

The entire street……

Under the high temperature, the rain and snow melted; the rain falling from the sky turned into a torrential downpour, pattering against the umbrella surface, drenching the originally elegant Si Mu Bai beneath it, with water dripping from the hair at his forehead.

Si Mu Bai's complexion showed an abnormal flush.

He coughed violently; the sorrow in his eyes seemed to be scattered, turning into a hint of fear.

Four Sovereigns level?

Impossible! How could Fēiléichéng have a Four Sovereigns-level divine foundation?!

How could that be possible?!

This bull demon……there's someone on it!

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Qi and blood roared like an angry serpent; rain falling on the burly body instantly vaporized.

Li Che wore the cute bull mask, feeling the rain striking the bamboo hat, his heart slightly puzzled: snow……how did it all turn into rain?

However, he couldn't ponder the change in celestial phenomena, as four clusters of fiery aura closed in from all sides, forcing him into a circle.

He stomped down heavily; the blue-slab ground cracked open, spiderweb-like fissures spreading.

Li Che halted the burly, demon-like figure; his eyes beneath the mask remained indifferent as usual.

Here, already situated in the remote outskirts of Xu Ji Mu diao Pu, far from his own residence, he gave these four marrow-cleansing martial artists the illusion of being unable to escape, driven to a dead end.

Li Che did not retreat further.

Three marrow-cleansing adepts of the Ling Ying Jiao formed a front line, blocking his three sides.

They wore child masks—some crying, some laughing, some angry……

And farther off, as if a sharp spear stood atop the roof, Guo Zhan, the marrow-cleansing warrior under Si Mu Bai's command, nocked an arrow, drew the bow, gazing at him indifferently; rainwater flowed down his chin, converging into silken threads.

No matter how torrential the rain, it could not cause the slightest waver in the arrow aimed afar.

Run……you bull demon, run again……

Having eaten fish bait—no, cattle bait……still want to escape? Where could there be such a cheap deal?

The three marrow-cleansing adepts of the Ling Ying Jiao, their mask eyes gloomy, fixed on Li Che.

No way to run; surrender……let us have a good look……

Beneath your bull-demon mask, what kind of heroic face do you have?

A marrow-cleansing martial artist wearing a weeping girl's mask sneered.

Li Che wore the bamboo hat; his elastic clothing, thoroughly soaked by the rain, perfectly outlined his burly, muscular frame.

He lowered his head.

Desperate situation? No retreat?!

Indeed, the situation……had indeed been driven to a dead end.

【Dao Fruit: Long Xiang Jin Gang (lv1, 90%)】

Before his eyes, the Dao Fruit prompt appeared.

Just a little bit……

But it was coming soon.

Li Che jerked his head up; battle intent boiled in his eyes, extreme brutal killing intent, with no concealment whatsoever!

At this moment.

After crossing into this world, the apprehension and anxiety suppressed in his chest, upon seeing the Ling Ying Jiao's rampant fury and killing intent, all needed no concealment!

All to be unleashed in this battle……

Completely vented!

I want……

Kill! Exterminate! You all!

ps: The intelligent recommendation was pushed up; now the intelligent recommendation also sees tracking reads, continuing the PK; everyone must keep reading and supporting, let Lao Li extend his life a bit more! Lao Li gives thanks!

(End of chapter)