Chapter 104: Dog-Skin Plaster (Second Update)

Yan Lao was still frantically Qiadongshouzhi , calculating how to destroy the ghost temple, when Xu Yuan stirred his intent and released the qi from the ten-zhang human skin.

Xu Yuan asked Fu Jingyu: “Do you still have any of that medicinal pill?”

Fu Jingyu carried the rapidly restoring medicinal pill.

“Yes.” Fu Jingyu pulled a porcelain vial from his chest and tossed it to Xu Yuan; Xu Yuan opened it and saw only five pills left.

“Not enough.” Xu Yuan rubbed his chin, activated the Fire Wheel, and flew to the battlefield between Huangchongpo and Bai Laoyan: “Elder, give me that thing you just ate—I’ll pay you back later.”

Bai Laoyan swung his firewood axe three times in quick succession, forcing Huangchongpo back: “You’re not a true Runshan man—you can’t eat that!”

Xu Yuan said: “I know what I’m doing.”

Bai Laoyan was about to speak again, but Huangchongpo surged forward, blocking him from handing over the item.

Bai Laoyan had no time to say more—he hurled the thing: “Just a tiny bite—I can still save you…”

Huangchongpo commanded a portion of her offspring to swarm forward with a buzzing sound, aiming to intercept Xu Yuan as he reached for the item.

Xu Yuan spat a jet of flame, scattering the locusts, caught the item firmly, then spun the Fire Wheel and returned to the ghost temple’s front.

He dumped the medicinal pill and the black, knobby tuber into his palm, then swallowed it whole!

Bait!

The Five Cauldrons Cooking!

Then Xu Yuan waved to Fu Jingyu and Yan Lao: “Fall back—get as far away as possible.”

Xu Yuan retracted the Fire Wheel and stood before the ghost temple, opening his mouth as “Abdominal Fire” surged forth.

It burned straight at the temple gate.

The ghost temple scorned it—each flame was swallowed and extinguished.

How much Abdominal Fire could you possibly have?

As Xu Yuan continued spitting Abdominal Fire, he pulled out a water bag and poured it over the human skin.

The skin absorbed the water and slowly shrank.

After dousing all the skin pouches, the human skin shrank to the size of a three-year-old child.

Xu Yuan’s Abdominal Fire still poured forth, and the ghost temple kept swallowing…

After a full incense stick’s time, Xu Yuan’s Abdominal Fire showed no sign of weakening!

The medicinal pill and the black tuber had fully replenished the Abdominal Fire.

The black tuber’s effect was far more enduring than the medicinal pill!

But its yin energy was extremely dense—if not for “Nothing Forbidden,” Xu Yuan would never dare this.

At this point, the ghost temple realized something was wrong—it could no longer keep “eating.”

It was superior in level to Xu Yuan, but Abdominal Fire was inherently suppressive of evil. It relied on its higher level to extinguish a certain amount of Abdominal Fire.

But there was a limit.

Yet for some reason, the ghost temple could not stop itself!

It kept eating, eating—anything offered, it devoured without hesitation!

It suddenly realized: this was the ability of Xu Yuan’s destiny, as Huangchongpo had mentioned!

But who could have imagined that activating this ability required pouring water on the human skin?

And a third-rate destiny cultivator’s destiny influence should not be this strong.

For example, last time, Lord Qin had withstood this influence—surely I should have too.

This was the consequence of repeated misjudgments.

Last time Xu Yuan activated “Hungry Feeding,” the human skin hadn’t shrunk to the size of a three-year-old child—the power hadn’t reached its peak.

The ghost temple had thus recklessly believed it could resist.

Huangchongpo also sensed something was wrong—she roared repeatedly: “Haikou Chan—”

But Haikou Chan still did not appear.

Huangchongpo tried to rush over and disrupt Xu Yuan, but Bai Laoyan let out a cruel laugh and clung to her tightly, his firewood axe swinging faster and fiercer with each strike, all aimed at her old wounds and weak points!

“You old stinking bug! Today it’s not you slaughtering my village—it’s me chopping your whole family to death!”

Xu Yuan’s Abdominal Fire still roared forth, and gradually the ghost temple’s color began to change.

Originally, the temple gate was crimson, the walls gray-black, and the roof dark red.

Now the gate was obscured by flames, and the walls were turning white.

The girl-child trembled and crawled over—she had been forcibly driven by the ghost temple to save it.

Fu Jingyu and Yan Lao brought down the guillotine.

Snick!

The girl-child’s head fell cleanly—the evil was severed without hesitation.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Abdominal Fire still roared against the temple; after another incense stick’s time, the walls were pure white, and black smoke curled from the roof.

Xu Yuan’s face was flushed red—he was nearing his limit.

Now it was a test of who would break first!

Inside Xu Yuan’s abdomen, all the medicinal pills and black tubers had been fully refined.

The flames suddenly weakened slightly; Huangchongpo rejoiced: “Old ghost temple, hold on! That boy’s done!”

Xu Yuan gritted his teeth, pulled out a dog-skin plaster, and slapped it onto his navel.

Whoosh—

Abdominal Fire surged violently again!

Shen Daye had given him three patches; Xu Yuan had been reluctant to use them.

These were patches Shen Daye had condensed from his own life force—every patch saved was one less to return.

Shen Daye’s plaster was no ordinary thing—this time, the Abdominal Fire instantly drowned the entire ghost temple!

Boom!

A thunderous crash erupted from the flames, followed by a dark shadow shooting out and hurtling straight at Xu Yuan!

It was the ghost temple’s true form—making a desperate last stand!

Xu Yuan spat Abdominal Fire to block it, then gestured—the carriage descended from the air and sealed the ghost temple inside.

Inside the carriage, the ghost temple slammed against the walls a few times, then lost all strength.

Thin wisps of blue smoke seeped from its body; it froze motionless within the carriage.

Xu Yuan retracted his Abdominal Fire, collapsed onto the ground, and gasped for breath.

But this exhaustion was purely spiritual.

The effect of Shen Daye’s plaster still lingered—Xu Yuan felt his condition was excellent!

Even most of the yin energy accumulated from eating the Runshan man’s tuber had been neutralized by the plaster.

Xu Yuan leapt up, grabbed the human skin, and charged toward Huangchongpo.

Huangchongpo’s offspring swarmed around Drifting Master; as Xu Yuan rushed forward, the locusts panicked, frantically turning on each other to devour.

Huangchongpo was terrified—not only was Xu Yuan coming, but behind him Fu Jingyu and Yan Lao were carrying the dog-head guillotine!

Lu Zhengyan did not come forward with his blade.

After the ghost temple withdrew, Lord Qin fell out, his body blistered by residual fire, barely alive; Lu Zhengyan’s blade rested on his neck.

Huangchongpo tried to command her offspring to delay them, but the locusts, affected by “Hungry Feeding,” no longer obeyed—only the primal urge to eat remained!

Huangchongpo spat a thick cloud of yellow smoke at Bai Laoyan; Bai Laoyan startled, hastily pulled back his axe.

No point fighting a dying man.

This yellow smoke had been stored in Huangchongpo’s belly for over a hundred years—truly lethally toxic, never used unless life was at stake.

Huangchongpo turned and flapped her wings, soaring straight toward the clouds.

Xu Yuan chased after her, spat a jet of flame, and burned all the yellow smoke to ash.

But he had no good way to reach the high-flying Huangchongpo—he drew his rifle, aimed, but lacked confidence.

Huangchongpo’s flight path kept shifting.

Then suddenly, she felt she could not fly—she looked down and saw one of her hind legs wrapped in a crimson tongue!

(End of Chapter)