Chapter 180

Indeed!

It was almost the moment when this doubt first arose in Hou Tu's heart.

Crack...

Crack...

Another faint sound echoed, sounding especially sharp in the surroundings.

The thick ice covering Chen Ku's body began to show countless cracks.

The cracks spread at a speed visible to the eye.

Finally, with a thunderous boom, the ice covering the heavens shattered completely.

Chen Ku also stirred.

He brushed off his Dao robe, shaking away some lingering ice shards.

In his sea of consciousness, the prompt of his heaven-defying comprehension rang out once more.

【You have touched the Xuanming True Water; inspiration strikes, granting you 10% comprehension of the Water Law!】

【Using the Water Law as a foundation, by observing Gong Gong's action, you have deduced the great divine ability of Xuanming True Water!】

Just as he had previously comprehended the Fire Law and deduced the Nine Heavens Mystic Fire.

In a brief moment, Chen Ku gained another kind of law power.

The Hunyuan True Classic improved, and Chen Ku's cultivation grew deeper.

Hiss...

What the hell is happening?!

Seeing Chen Ku's carefree ease in breaking free, Gong Gong was even more shocked than he had been when facing Zhu Rong.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to help muttering to himself.

Heaven-defying!

Simply, defying the heavens!

Chen Ku can control divine fire and is immune to the Fire Law; that alone is astonishing.

How does he also have mastery of the Water Law?

As the saying goes, water and fire are incompatible, showing these two powers are clearly distinct and cannot coexist.

How can Chen Ku, by himself, wield two utterly different laws?!

Even the Ancestral Witches, who have cultivated for endless ages and seen much, are now completely dumbfounded.

Emperor Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and others stared at Chen Ku as if seeing a ghost, utterly dumbfounded.

Chen Ku ignored everyone's reactions.

"Hehe, the harvest is already mine."

"Now, let you see my true power."

Chen Ku smiled faintly.

Before his words even faded, he unleashed the Tathagata's Divine Palm great divine ability.

In an instant, a golden law-formed giant palm coalesced, spanning the void, crushing the endless heavens, unstoppably hurtling toward Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.

All of this before was merely to comprehend their laws.

Now it's time to truly display divine might.

Moreover, Chen Ku hasn't forgotten that Zhu Rong and Gong Gong came of their own accord today, seeking to subjugate humanity.

As if he didn't exist?!

This matter naturally cannot be so easily settled.

This palm overwhelms heaven and earth, with no equal.

Bang!

Bang!

Two dull thuds sounded, and the still-dazed Zhu Rong and Gong Gong were instantly suppressed, without any suspense.

Chen Ku then stood atop their heads, frantically absorbing the chaotic killing qi emanating from the two ancestral witches.

For ordinary cultivators, this chaotic killing qi can obliterate all spiritual power.

But to Chen Ku, this is an excellent aura for tempering his flesh and enhancing his Nine Revolutions Mystic Technique.

This sight caused Qi Liang, the Ancestral Witch of Thunder, to be greatly shocked and lose his composure.

"Don't be arrogant!"

He shouted angrily, Qi Liang's body surged, preparing to strike directly, to clash head-on with Chen Ku, to rescue Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.

Fortunately, Emperor Jiang, the leader, reacted even faster.

"Wait!"

"Do not be rude!"

He bellowed loudly, halting Qi Liang's action.

Afterward, he clasped his hands in salute, faced Chen Ku, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Chen Ku, please wait!"

"Today, have the two brothers Zhu Rong and Gong Gong offended you, Daoist?"

"I hope you will tell us and show mercy."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ku wasted no words, laying out Zhu Rong and Gong Gong's earlier intention to act against humanity, as well as their overbearing, tyrannical demeanor, in full.

Instantly, Emperor Jiang and the others were left with black lines on their heads, feeling speechless.

You say, you two, having nothing to do, go provoke the human race—what the hell are you doing?!

Moreover, the twelve ancestral witches had only just decided to give Nüwa some face and temporarily not cause trouble.

Who would have thought that Zhurong and Gonggong would be so unruly.

Are they all brainless?

Boor!

Having realized this, Di Jiang immediately bowed again.

"So that's how it is!"

"This time, my two brothers were the first to be rude; I hereby apologize to you, Daoist friend."

Hearing those words, Chen Ku's expression eased slightly.

Di Jiang, on the other hand, was quite reasonable and relatively courteous.

With a thought, Chen Ku then restrained his aura, no longer making things difficult for Zhurong and Gonggong.

"Since Daoist Di Jiang is like this, this seat will no longer hold a grudge."

Chen Ku responded calmly.

His such forcefulness was merely to give Zhurong and Gonggong a lesson.

And it was not to truly become enemies with the Wu Clan.

Hearing those words, Di Jiang finally let out a long breath.

Immediately, his expression shifted as something occurred to him.

"From our earlier distant observation, we found that your physical strength is not inferior to that of us ancestral witches."

"May I ask… have you mastered that long-lost Nine Revolutions Mystic Art?"

Di Jiang voiced his greatest doubt.

Although not of the Wu Clan and lacking the inheritance of Pangu's essence blood, Chen Ku nevertheless possessed such formidable physical strength.

After pondering, Di Jiang concluded that only the legendary Nine Revolutions Mystic Art could grant such divine might.

As his words fell, Chen Ku's brow twitched and his heart surged.

Could Di Jiang's guess be so accurate?

Upon further thought, however, it was also understandable.

After all, the Wu Clan are the race that most values physical strength, so it's no surprise they could sense the marvel of one's formidable body.

After a brief ponder, Chen Ku nodded.

"Not bad!"

"The cultivation method I practice precisely includes the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art."

He knew such a matter could not be concealed.

Moreover, the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art holds tremendous allure only for the Wu Clan; to other cultivators it is rather ordinary.

And at the very moment Chen Ku's words left his mouth.

Before him, the faces of the twelve ancestral witches all stiffened.

Immediately, everyone's hearts stirred, their breathing becoming hurried.

It's actually true?!

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Art exists only in legend; even the Wu Clan have not mastered it.

Yet without doubt, this technique's aid to them would be immense.

If they could learn it, the Wu Clan's cultivation would achieve twice the result with half the effort, like adding wings to a tiger, and their combat power would soar.

Several gazed at Chen Ku with fervent eyes, their meaning needing no explanation.

"May I ask… Daoist friend, could you transmit this art to us?"

"For an exchange, as long as it is something within the Wu Clan, Daoist friend may propose anything, and we will surely not refuse."

Di Jiang spoke with a hint of urgency, solemnly, as if fearing Chen Ku's refusal.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ku gave a strange smile and spoke.

"Oh? Anything goes?"

"Then… produce the Fortune Jade Disc, and this seat can teach you the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art."

The twelve ancestral witches were dumbfounded!

The Fortune Jade Disc?!

Damn it!

This kid really dares to speak up!

That is one of the four legendary Chaos treasures; even Dao Ancestor Hongjun only controls one of its fragments.

How could the Wu Clan possibly possess it?!

"This… Daoist Chen Ku, don't joke."

Di Jiang gave a bitter smile, having no choice but to respond thus.

Chen Ku was not surprised either, and then added lightly:

"Then… the Three Heaven-Opening Treasures would also be acceptable."

"The Pangu Banner, Chaos Bell, or Taiji Diagram—produce any one of them, and this seat can reluctantly accept."

The twelve ancestral witches' mouths twitched violently again.

The Three Great Heaven-Opening Treasures?

Each of them already has an owner.

Naturally, the Wu Clan could not possibly have them either.

This time, without waiting for Di Jiang and the others to respond.

Just then, Chen Ku shook his head and sighed, saying:

There's none of this, and none of that!

Ah... suffering...

Looks like... then there's only one last method left.

Upon hearing that, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, whose eyes had been dim and who thought this exchange could only fail, brightened again.

Oh? Please, fellow Daoist, tell me—what method is it?!

Di Jiang again eagerly asked.