Chapter 166: with translation of chapter title

「Boundless Heavenly Venerable, Daoist Priest, I see that several benefactors have black qi entwined within their bodies; surely there is something nefarious at work inside them。」

Duan De and the Big Black Dog, seeing this, shot up in a puff of smoke, after chanting their daoist title, extended their big white plump hands.

「The Daoist Priest gladly helps others; today I'll lend you a hand—hand over all your treasures, and I'll refine them for you。」

The unscrupulous daoist wore a beaming smile; even though he dressed in splendid daoist robes, his demeanor and appearance gave off a feeling of slyness—at a glance he was no «proper» daoist.

「No…… no. »

It was obvious they were after our treasures; Chen Xiao and the others weren't stupid and refused to hand them over.

「Pa! 」

Duan De didn't waste words; he lifted his arm and delivered a heavy palm, blasting a half-dead elder dozens of zhang away.

That person was already on his last breath; now Duan De struck again with this palm, his ruined flesh could no longer hold up, he was smashed to pieces on the spot and instantly lost vitality.

「Damn it, Boundless Heavenly Venerable, do you think the Daoist Priest is negotiating with you? 」

After cursing, the two ruffians swarmed up and searched Chen Xiao and the others clean.

「I remember now—if he is the Holy Body Dao Fetus, then these two must be the Big Black Dog and the Wicked Daoist! 」

Seeing this, people quickly reacted, their faces shifting repeatedly—obviously they had heard of these two's deeds.

Duan De and the Big Black Dog could be called the two supreme scoundrels of the Eastern Wasteland—immeasurably greedy, moreover wicked to the point of smoking, making anyone who hears of them tremble and shout for a beating! 「My goodness, oozing fat! A Holy Son of the Vermilion Bird Sect—just the spiritual herbs number in the hundreds, and the pure source amounts to tens of thousands of catties, at least…」

After counting the loot, the corners of both their mouths stretched up to their ears; their inner excitement could not be contained.

「Brother Yang, can you tell what's different about this place? 」

The Prince of Great Xia smiled helplessly, not stopping the Big Black Dog and his companion; having spent some time in the Eastern Wasteland, he had heard a bit about their character and virtue.

「This is a blessed land, with misty spiritual qi and endless vitality; if one could cultivate here, they'd surely achieve twice the result with half the effort. 」

To others, the black expanse was a lifeless void, devoid of any vitality; but in Yang Zhu's eyes, it was quite another sight.

「What do you mean by that? 」

The Prince of Great Xia frowned; he sensed something off, but not nearly as Yang Zhu described.

「Three dragon veins entwine, head to tail meeting; they must give birth to a divine spring—this very place. 」

Hearing that, the Prince of Great Xia said nothing, but fixed his gaze on the lake surface, trying to discern the reason.

「I don't know if you've heard of the Holy Person Huacan. 」

Yang Zhu shook his head; he had just arrived in Zhongzhou and hadn't heard of these legends.

「The Holy Person Huacan was a figure of a dozen years ago; back then his name shook Zhongzhou…」

According to the Prince of Great Xia's introduction, the Holy Person Huacan, tens of thousands of years ago, already fame spread under heaven, his power shook the eight directions, his strength terrifyingly peerless, hard to gauge.

He always held to his original heart; after becoming a sage he wandered various blighted lands year after year, solely to suppress all manner of evil, earning considerable renown and being held in esteem.

Yet, due to constantly wandering those blighted lands, he contracted an ill omen—or rather a curse—and suffered a terrible backlash.

When his life was nearing its end, he sought a grand terrain, hoping to suppress himself there, so that after death he would not become a scourge to the world.

But upon arriving here, his trail went cold, and to this day he remains a mystery.

「To sacrifice oneself for others—truly a remarkable person. 」 Upon hearing this, even Duan De couldn't help but praise.

「You mean the person buried here is very likely him? 」

Yang Zhu knew the Prince of Great Xia wouldn't recount this past for no reason, and immediately linked him to this place.

「Not bad; this is very likely the relic of that senior. We four great dynasties have come here to seek a secret art. 」 Princess Jiu Li spoke; as an inheritor of an immortal power, she grasped some secrets unknown to ordinary folk.

「It is said that the Holy Person Huacan mastered a scripture; though fragmentary, it possesses boundless divine might. 」 The Prince of Great Xia added.

「What scripture? 」

The Big Black Dog came over; it was made by a sage's hand, certainly not mundane—he had just obtained a holy weapon, and he felt considerable fondness for that sage.

「The Sutra of Salvation, it is said that this scripture can ferry away yin evil and awaken the heart's good intentions; sadly, it has been lost today. 」

「The Sutra of Salvation…」

The Big Black Dog blinked, obviously disappointed, for the complete Sutra of Salvation is already mastered by Yang Zhu, and even the imperial weapon of the Lingbao Heavenly Venerable is in his hands.

「Damn it, you guys, look quick! 」

Duan De, who had been staring at the sea, shouted loudly; instantly everyone's gaze turned that way, and their faces changed.

The previously glittering black sea surface now burst with surging waves; the void became illusory and twisted, as spacetime power surged, flowing between heaven and earth.

Immediately after, rolling black qi rose up, shooting straight to the heavens, a suffocating black mass pressing down upon this side.

「Boom—rumble! 」

The black mist surged, as if thousands of troops and horses galloped within, a tremendous sound ringing in everyone's minds.

But not long after, the black mist dispersed—arriving hastily, departing suddenly?

「What's going on? 」

Amid everyone's confusion, the next moment a yin wind howled, and ranks of yin soldiers appeared on the horizon, charging toward the shore!

The yin soldiers bore spears and wore iron armor, flashing metallic cold light; their deathly aura was heavy, devoid of any vitality, yet the boundless killing intent on them was terrifying.

「Neigh—neigh—neigh! 」

The warhorses beneath them neighed, advancing irresistibly with a mighty momentum like scattered remnants of clouds; wherever they passed, anything could be trampled to dust!

「Good heavens, what's going on? 」

The cultivators' faces paled; if these yin soldiers charged, they would be hard-pressed to resist, otherwise they'd suffer grave losses.

Everyone's hearts leapt to their throats, trembling in the face of such a scale of yin soldiers; many had already despaired.

Boom—rumble! The next moment the warhorses galloped, the yin soldiers like a gust of wind, wielding ancient spears as they charged.

Their killing intent surged, their battle will boundless; the chilling killing intent shot to the heavens, as if from the netherworld, like the gates of Yama's hell flung open—chilling to the bone.

「Wrong, this isn't real; it seems to be a lingering imprint. 」

Around the Prince of Great Xia coiled dragon qi, his battle robes blazing with divine light, but soon he noticed an anomaly.

This is, a figure appeared, without the slightest hesitation, striding forward to meet it.

His bearing was tall and straight, possessing an aura that could overwhelm mountains and rivers; divine light shrouded him, Dao patterns appeared, and he easily seized it in his hand, his power extremely terrifying.

"Hmph, I'd like to see what you can do to me."

That person let out a cold snort, then raised his arm; a mountain a thousand zhang tall formed, as if a solid entity, which he swung down.

Boom! In an instant, the expansive yin soldiers were smashed into black mist, instantly dissipating between heaven and earth.

As that move fell, he continued stepping forward, charging into the yin soldiers; his body shook, heaven and earth trembled, extremely terrifying.

(End of chapter)