Chapter 232: The Pill Was Originally Formed by Evil Dharma, Essence Blood Extracted to Replace Witch Life

Ding-dong, ding-dong—

As the incense of the Great Medicine swirled around the great cauldron, forming visions like strange flowers and auspicious colors, the mysterious patterns on the cauldron's body began to constantly outline and change.

Harmonizing with the incense, it appeared yin-green and coldly fragrant.

Above the great cauldron, countless scrolls extended, overlapping and layering, presenting a variety of different visions.

Some were of flying into the sky, with cinnabar clouds filling the firmament; some were of golden books and Jade Volumes, with every word a pearl of wisdom; some were of brocade banners and ornate canopies, pearl-adorned pillars and precious umbrellas; some were of the rise and fall of the world, the mortal realm like a blade;... and so on and so forth.

A thousand postures and a hundred states, each different from the other.

Seeing the visions gathering and dispersing, living and dying all around, Yang Chan smiled and said, "Not to mention anything else, just based on these visions, one can see that the Great Medicine in this cauldron is absolutely no ordinary item~"

"It is just a bit of a pity for this precious cauldron!" Yang Chan stared at the great cauldron before her, only feeling its Aura becoming somewhat flimsy, no longer possessing its former weightiness.

This change was even becoming rapid as time passed, with no sign of stopping at all.

Given her background, she naturally saw that the Great Medicine in this cauldron was actually going to be born at the cost of sacrificing this precious cauldron.

Just like the Yin-Yang Creation Pill that Fang Longye had obtained many years ago in that Honghu Dongfu.

Both required drawing upon the essence of the cauldron that nurtured them to supplement themselves.

However, the difference was—

The formation method of the Yin-Yang Creation Pill was entirely a matter of chance. But the final step for the Great Medicine in this cauldron to form and be born was artificially created.

"This great cauldron is not simple; it is a precious treasure of considerable weight. To have it vanish just like this is truly a pity~"

Yang Chan stared at the precious cauldron, whose Aura was collapsing inward more and more, her words filled with regret.

"But looking at it from another angle, that it requires sacrificing this precious cauldron to be born and take shape, doesn't this make this pill of Great Medicine appear all the more extraordinary?"

Yang Chan only sighed a few times, then cast aside this regret, her mood becoming pleasant again.

Uh—seeing Yang Chan's enthusiastic appearance regarding the object in the cauldron, Fang Longye hesitated to speak.

Then, after much effort to organize his words, he began to provide a warning: "Fairy, is there a possibility? Given Lv Wen's demonic conduct, it is highly probable that the object in this cauldron was refined through evil Dharma to possess such a grand atmosphere."

"Eh—Brother Fang, you are falling into a delusion here. Sometimes, the process is not that important." Yang Chan waved her hand, not caring at all.

Seeing that she was unconcerned, Fang Longye said no more, only thinking to himself: "I hope that later, after the object in this cauldron reveals its true form, you can still be so calm and composed."

Because the great cauldron before them possessed divine strangeness, capable of shielding karma and isolating everything, Yang Chan could not perceive the Aura of the object inside.

Otherwise, she would have long since been furious as thunder, rather than being so full of excitement about the object in the cauldron as she was now.

But having refined the True Spirit of Lv Wen, he clearly knew what the raw materials for this Great Medicine were.

It was a type of raw material that would make any disciple of Wa Palace furious and hopping mad upon learning of it.

Thinking of this, Fang Longye glanced at the Great Witch Li Yuan, who was standing still like a sculpture in a suppressed state. His gaze was strange and inexplicable, tinged with a trace of pity.

"It seems you must pray for your own good, brother! I hope you can withstand the fury of Yang Chan, this disciple of Wa Palace, in a moment!"

After all, the culprit had already been executed; if she truly wanted to vent her anger, she could only aim it at this Great Witch who had run over to attempt to assist Lv Wen.

Who told Lv Wen to clearly have an unclear and undefined relationship with these Witch Clan members located in the Southern Barbarian Lands!

As time passed, the Aura emitted by the precious treasure, the great cauldron, became increasingly faint.

Yet its entire essence and purity were being continuously seized by the Great Medicine in the cauldron.

Clang, clang, clang—

It was unknown how much time had passed, but ninety-nine percent of the essence of the precious treasure, the great cauldron, had already merged into the Great Medicine in the cauldron, and it suddenly produced a strange sound.

Looking at the great cauldron again, it had already turned from solid to void; the cauldron body had become an interweaving of billions of rays of light, constantly changing, leaping, and folding.

Although it still maintained the appearance of the original great cauldron, appearing as if it were substantial, even the slightest texture was clearly visible.

Yet it lacked any sense of reality.

Rumble—

The dragon-shaped handles of the great cauldron, at this very moment, spat out Aura, becoming a true divine dragon, stretching its body and shaking its dragon scales, making a rustling sound.

Every time it flicked its tail, it dragged the Great Medicine being refined in the cauldron up by an inch, rising slowly.

At the same time, the great cauldron, which had already turned into a phantom, became increasingly dim in this process.

Almost every inch the Great Medicine rose, the phantom of the precious cauldron dissipated by a fraction, spreading ripples of all sizes in the surroundings.

In the end, the phantom of the precious cauldron could finally no longer conceal the Aura of the object in the cauldron. A golden, bright, and dazzling pill appeared in the eyes of the two.

Truly bright and jade-pure, clear as a stream in the nine heavens; just by looking at it, there was a sense of creation—one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things.

"This is? The Aura of the blood descendants of the Goddess? Abominable!"

The moment the Great Medicine in the cauldron revealed its true form, Yang Chan's expression had already turned gloomy.

It was only because that pouring Aura made her understand what the raw material of this pill actually was.

The great cauldron completely dissipated, and this pill was thoroughly revealed to the world. It immediately resonated with heaven and earth, producing various visions in the surrounding void.

Lotus flowers bloomed in abundance, and countless precious lotuses, surrounding various auspicious signs, covered ten thousand miles.

These auspicious signs were either nine dragons poking their heads, seven-colored Phoenixes dancing gracefully, Qilins holding precious fungi in their mouths, or golden boys and jade girls throwing flowers to ward off evil.

And in the very center of these auspicious signs, a blurry image of a human head and snake body emerged, magnificent and sacred.

It was none other than the phantom of Nuwa~

A moment later, the visions dissipated.

Seeing Yang Chan burning with fury and having no mood to pay attention to this pill, Fang Longye immediately took out the 'Two Instruments Divine Gourd', pulled out the stopper, and shook it.

He collected the pill into it.

Turning his head to look at Yang Chan, whose eyes were red with rage, he sighed.

This was the reason he had concluded that Yang Chan would absolutely be furious and hopping mad after seeing the true form of this pill.

Because the raw material for this pill was the essence blood that Lv Wen had spent great effort to capture and refine from one hundred thousand Nuwa Remnant People.

What are the Nuwa Remnant People?

In the ancient era, after Xihuang divided a strand of his incarnation to reincarnate into the Human Race, becoming the "Fuxi Clan."

Nuwa followed suit, also dividing a strand of her incarnation to reincarnate into the Human Race, becoming the dao companion of the "Fuxi Clan."

This incarnation styled herself the "Nuwa Clan," and she also once sat on the throne of the Human Emperor, wielding authority over the Human Race.

The Nuwa Remnant People refer to those humans who, during this process, inherited a sliver of bloodline through Nuwa's human incarnation.

These humans call themselves the Nuwa Remnant People and have always sincerely worshipped Nuwa; it can be said that each and every one of them is a devout believer of Nuwa.

As a member of Wa Palace, it would be strange if Yang Chan were not enraged by their plight~

And Lv Wen, in hunting these Nuwa Remnant People and extracting their essence and blood, did so precisely to refine a pill containing the power of Nuwa to assist his own cultivation.

Do not be surprised; how could the power of Nuwa, which clearly belongs to the Creation Dao, be of any help to a Plague Demon like Lv Wen who cultivates the Pestilence Dao?

It is precisely because the two are opposites that Lv Wen intends to use this pill to stimulate and hone his own Great Dao.

Just as Yang Chan previously intended to verify her own Great Dao by engaging in battle with Lv Wen.

……

"Third Miss! We truly did not know that that fellow Lv Wen had brutalized so many of the Nuwa Remnant People." Yet, as Fang Longye was lost in thought, Yang Chan had already sought out the Great Witch Li Yuan to vent the anger in her heart.

One could see her waving her fist with one hand and holding the Lotus Lantern in the other, tormenting the thick-skinned Great Witch Li Yuan until he was no longer in human shape.

Even though Yang Chan had already released her suppression of him, Li Yuan kept scurrying away while clutching his head, and even though he was beaten black and blue by Yang Chan, he did not strike back once.

He even called Yang Chan "Third Miss" with his own mouth.

It was a completely different face from the one he showed when facing Fang Longye, which made Fang Longye, who had just come to his senses, itch with irritation.

He immediately shook his body and arrived at Yang Chan's side, preparing to join in.

To let this double-standard monster—Li Yuan—see why flowers are so red.

But before he could even speak to greet them, abruptly, the sound of war drums rang out beside his ears, coming from far away, containing the intent of slaughter.

Just like the commotion when Li Yuan first appeared.

……

The drumbeats began; at first, they were heavy and muffled, one after another, the rhythm slow and very oppressive.

A moment later, the drumbeats grew louder and faster. The booming sounds were like thunderclaps, containing the might of heaven and earth.

The surrounding space became twisted and deformed under the vibration of the drumbeats.

A shadow covering the sky spread over, filled with slaughter and destruction.

Just as he was about to take action to "take care" of Li Yuan, hearing the drumbeats, Fang Longye immediately raised his eyes to look.

He saw the space in the distance being torn apart by force, and there was a person with horns on his head, a blue-gold Witch body, wearing a tiger-skin skirt around his waist, hanging war drums, and beating them incessantly, his whole body wreathed in an inexplicable Aura.

Beside him stood another person, who should be a woman, yet equally burly, with red eyes and a red face, silver teeth like swords, and pythons coiled around her wrists and ankles, their tongues flickering wildly.

The two looked like they were walking very slowly, but because of their height and long legs, each step was huge, and their speed was very fast; soon they arrived before them.

"More people from the Witch Clan!"

Fang Longye thought to himself.

"Third Miss!"

The two Witch men and women, upon arriving at where Yang Chan was, unexpectedly did not cause trouble, but were instead respectful.

"Third Miss! We have brought a gift of apology; please, Third Miss, raise your hand high and spare Li Yuan!"

"Third Miss, we dare to swear in the name of the Ancestral Witch Houtu that our Witch lineage was absolutely unaware of the matter regarding the Nuwa Remnant People."

"That's right! It was entirely that Lv Wen seeking his own death; we truly had no intention of targeting the Nuwa Remnant People."

Yang Chan shook her fists, let out a breath, and looked at the two newcomers.

"Oh? Is that so? How do you intend to settle this?" Having vented some of her anger, Yang Chan had calmed down.

"Third Miss, please look!"

Seeing that Yang Chan had loosened up, the two did not dare to stall. The male Witch directly took out a large bow from the animal-skin pouch at his waist.

The material of the bow body was unknown, possessing strange textures, not carved, but existing naturally.

At both ends of the large bow were the images of the sun and moon; the top was golden and brilliant, the bottom cold and gloomy, and in the middle was the bowstring, eerie as blood.

"The Sun-Shooting Bow?"

One does not hit a smiling face; Yang Chan did not get angry without cause, but instead cast her gaze upon the large bow held in the other's hands.

And when Fang Longye heard Yang Chan's murmur, his heart could not help but tremble, and following her gaze, he also looked toward the large bow.

He saw indescribable colors surging on the bow body, unspeakable light and shadows interlacing, and the texture of time leaving traces upon it. The sound of slaughter came from the primordial past, rushing toward one's brow.

Powerful beyond imagination~ "Very well!"

Yang Chan blinked her eyes and chuckled: "You are quite generous! I have long heard the great name of the Sun-Shooting Bow; now that it has been delivered to my door, I shall accept it with a smile."

"Uh~"

"I dare not deceive Third Miss; this is not the Sun-Shooting Bow of our ancestor Dayi. It is a divine bow forged by collecting the fragments scattered during the Lich War."

"Of course, although it cannot compare to the real Sun-Shooting Bow, it still possesses nearly forty percent of its power and absolutely counts as a rare treasure!"

The Witch man said with an embarrassed expression.

It was not that he was naturally frank as a member of the Witch Clan and incapable of lying, but that he dared not deceive Yang Chan.

Hearing that it was not the real Sun-Shooting Bow, Yang Chan's expression changed immediately, and she waved her hand to dismiss them: "Since it is not the real Sun-Shooting Bow, then what is there to say?"

"Get lost!"

"Third Miss!"

"Rest assured!" Behind her, Divine Light intertwined, gathering like a silk ribbon, and rolled up the large bow before her.

"Your attitude is not bad, and you delivered an apology immediately. This big blockhead will not be in any danger of losing his life."

"However, while the death penalty can be avoided, the living penalty is unavoidable. Let him serve as a slave under my seat for a thousand or so Yuan Epochs, and we shall see."

"Third Miss!"

The Witch Clan man and woman looked at each other in dismay.

To be a slave for thousands of eons? The Witch Clan would never be slaves to the Human Clan; for this Third Holy Mother to say such a thing was to force Li Yuan to end his own life.

Isn't this just demanding Li Yuan's life? "Please show mercy, and for the sake of Great Witch Yang Jiao, just spare Li Yuan!"

"Stop using my eldest brother as a tiger skin!" Yang Chan's expression, which had initially softened, turned cold instantly.

Fang Longye, standing to the side and listening to the dialogue between the two parties, felt a sudden sense of astonishment in his heart: "In this world, Yang Jiao actually didn't die young? And he even became a Great Witch~"

"Could it be that my cheap father-in-law, Yang Tianyou, is actually a member of the Witch Clan?"

Yang Chan said coldly: "Say what you will, Lv Wen is still in collusion with you all."

"I don't care what schemes you have for him. But his actions are something you all have a hand in!"

"Third Young Lady!"

Seeing that Yang Chan's attitude was not so resolute, Fang Longye's eyes flickered, and he immediately sent a voice transmission to Yang Chan.

"Very well!" Yang Chan sighed and said: "Since Brother Fang is pleading for you, I will give him some face!"

"The two of you will each offer ten drops of essence blood, and Li Yuan will offer half the essence blood in his body, then I will spare him!"

"This condition isn't excessive, is it?"

This pair of Witch Clan man and woman looked at each other, then nodded toward Yang Chan and said: "Many thanks to the Third Young Lady for your magnanimity!"

Li Yuan, with a bruised and swollen face and covered in wounds, secretly looked at Fang Longye with an unreadable expression.

He also said in a muffled voice: "I am willing to accept the Third Young Lady's punishment!" There was not a trace of the arrogance or wildness he had shown when fighting Fang Longye.

"That's good!" Yang Chan stroked the divine bow that had been shrunk to the size of a foot.

A hint of a smile flashed in her eyes, but she immediately returned to indifference and said: "What are you still standing there for?"

"Offer the essence blood and get out of my sight!"

(End of this chapter)