Chapter 743: The Fruit of Infatuation

Qian Xiao knelt.

Xi Yao was stunned.

Wa Zhao's face turned crimson, she pointed at Qian Xiao, gasping and shouting: "Scoundrel…… why are you kowtowing to this brat?"

Qian Xiao gave a dry smile, desperately making eye contact with Wa Zhao.

Even if Wu Tie, the Yin Yang Daoist, and the Canghai Daoist joined forces, whether in magical treasures, divine abilities, or even heavenly timing and earthly advantage, they completely suppressed Qian Xiao. Moreover, the Yin Yang Daoist released three hundred Divine Manifestation Realm experts; the dozen or so wounded Divine Manifestation Realm subordinates beside Qian Xiao were no match.

Especially, the million divine giants!

The divine giants feared no death, their combat power was formidable, far harder to deal with than equal-strength Embryonic Storage Realm experts.

When the million divine giants formed arrays to slaughter, the chaotic sky-filling fire bolts or other ancient weapons rained down; even Qian Xiao could not withstand it. Faced with such overwhelming military force, besides kneeling, what else could one do?

Qian Xiao himself was not afraid of death.

He feared Wa Zhao would suffer.

"Martial King, it is this humble one who erred." Qian Xiao spoke humbly, lowering his voice: "Zhao sister merely had a momentary flare of temper; please, Martial King, do not…… do not take it out on her……"

Wu Tie stared intently at Qian Xiao.

This fellow…… Wu Tie didn't know how to describe him.

He snorted, glanced at the flushed-faced Wa Zhao. Wa Zhao's delicate body trembled slightly, her red lips moved as if to continue cursing, but the Canghai Daoist gave a light cough; the Canghai World thundered, a tremendous heavenly pressure descended.

Wa Zhao's tall, graceful frame shuddered violently; the terrifying heavenly pressure sealed her soul, making her tremble all over, yet she could not utter a single word.

Qian Xiao's body jerked, then he exhaled heavily, his tensed muscles gradually relaxing. Wa Zhao was merely silenced by the heavenly pressure; this was better than her speaking rashly and inviting deadly disaster.

Wu Tie turned his gaze to Xi Yao.

His deep eyes flickered for a moment, Wu Tie said in a low voice: "Xi Yao Sir, reckoning it up, I owe you a life-saving debt."

Xi Yao gritted his teeth, spoke low: "Back then, you were a retainer of Sima Wuyou…… it was Sima Wuyou who saved me, that debt is his. As for you…… heh, you were merely a lackey, following orders."

Xi Yao's words were harsh, meaning: although Wu Tie rescued him from the Linghu clan's imprisonment, his actions were due to Sima Wuyou's command.

Therefore, Xi Yao will not remember Wu Tie's life-saving kindness.

Wu Tie's expression turned somewhat unsightly; he murmured: "Even if I saved a stray dog, it would wag its tail for me."

He shook his head, sighed: "Who would have thought the world holds such wolf-hearted, dog-lunged, swine‑dog‑like people…… I saved him, yet he schemes against me…… and uses these petty, base, lowly methods to plot against my mother clan."

Xi Yao drew a deep breath, straightened his chest, showing no weakness as he stared at Wu Tie: "Those who achieve great things do not fuss over trivialities."

Wu Tie tilted his head, looking at Xi Yao.

That remark was nearly shameless.

"Those who achieve great things do not fuss over trivialities," heh, how much gilding can one apply to one's own face?

Wu Tie coughed: "Xi Yao Sir, your so‑called great deed is just killing your own younger sister?"

Xi Yao froze; Wu Tie's words were like a poisonous dagger, viciously stabbing his oldest wound, making his scar‑riddled heart bleed incessantly, pain flashing before his eyes, his five viscera stabbing with agony.

With a "wa," Xi Yao spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wa Zhao turned her head with difficulty, glared fiercely at Xi Yao, this unworthy son.

Gritting her teeth, enduring the Canghai Daoist's heavenly pressure, Wa Zhao shouted: "Worthless wretch…… swallow your blood back. You are my Wa Zhao's son; do not show this weak appearance."

Wu Tie coughed.

The Canghai Daoist waved his right hand; a heavenly pressure several times stronger than before crashed down.

Wa Zhao let out a strange cry, "pa" slapped heavily onto the ground, like a great turtle pinned under a massive stone tablet; no matter how she struggled, she could not rise, nor could she speak.

"Weak appearance, indeed weak enough." Wu Tie sneered, pointing at Wa Zhao and laughing a few times, then looked at Xi Yao.

"Xi Yao, I sometimes truly wonder what is stuffed inside your skull."

"You killed your own younger sister; fine, I'll attribute it to youthful ignorance, a youngster making a mistake, forgivable."

"But what are you doing now? You scheme against me…… you use these vile means to scheme against me…… have you never considered that offending me brings any benefit to the White Crane and Vermilion Bird? Any advantage to Sima Wuyou, Sima Xian?"

Wu Tie truly does not know what Xi Yao is thinking.

This fellow is simply too self‑important, too presumptuous.

The problem is, he actually can stir up trouble, staging such a grand show…… as for Wa Zhao, I won't mention her; this Qian Xiao, called Lord of Chiyang Shen Shan, called master of the Wujin Manghuang myriad clans?

Such a background…… seems rather significant.

If it weren't for Wa Mu's foreknowledge of danger, if it weren't for Wu Tie and Wa Mu's spiritual connection receiving Wa Mu's warning…… heh, if Xi Yao really succeeded……

A flash of killing intent passed through Wu Tie's eyes.

He and the White Crane have a slight ambiguous affection…… he and the Vermilion Bird are friends who became acquainted through conflict. Even following the Vermilion Bird, that crazy, somewhat dim-witted Chenlong Girl, Wu Tie gets along well with her.

Even so, even if Xi Yao is the maternal uncle of the White Crane and Vermilion Bird……

Friendship, kinship.

Compared to one's own family, isn't family still more important? Even if Xi Yao is the maternal uncle of the White Crane and Vermilion Bird, here is the small world transformed from the Canghai Divine Pearl; killing to silence witnesses, heh, leaving no proof, I'm not afraid the White Crane and Vermilion Bird will find out, right?

Unconsciously, Wu Tie gradually became black‑bellied.

He can now kill Xi Yao and still act as if nothing happened, continuing to be very good friends with the White Crane and Vermilion Bird without psychological burden.

Is this growth?

Or is it degeneration?

Wu Tie does not know, nor does he wish to ponder these questions.

In his mind, a sentence inexplicably drifted from that vast ocean of knowledge: though unsure if it fits here, Wu Tie feels it makes sense——"Water too clear holds no fish; person too scrutinizing has no followers"!

Water, a bit muddy is good.

Person, a bit muddy is good.

Xi Yao saw the flash of killing intent in Wu Tie's eyes, he shivered, instantly stepping back several paces.

He really was a little afraid.

Back then, when he fell into the Linghu clan's hands and was imprisoned in their ancestral land, he felt no fear.

At that time he was young and righteous, his blood vigorous, a single breath of stubborn courage in his chest meant he feared nothing, even if he had to stubbornly resist a 'divine spirit'.

But now, older, with worries in his heart and all kinds of messy distracting thoughts, he is very afraid.

Wu Tie curled his finger, and a fingertip flicked out.

Without using divine arts, pure bodily strength agitated the air; a spark of fire flashed at his fingertip, and a piercing tearing sound rang out—a finger wind like an arrow whistled and stabbed toward Xi Yi's chest.

Xi Yi let out a low hum, and suddenly a vertical eye blazing with divine light opened at his brow.

He, angry from embarrassment, glared at Wu Tie, about to shout a rebuke.

Wu Tie actually didn't use any divine secret technique, just flicked out a thread of finger wind to attack himself……Isn't that treating himself as nothing?

Regardless, he is also the elder brother of the rare dragon‑phoenix twins of the Fuxi Divine Kingdom, inheriting the primeval sage bloodline, possessing peerless talent……

Divine light swirled around the vertical eye at his brow; Xi Yi spread his arms, thread after thread of supreme Dao rhythm turned into visible flowing light that surged from Xi Yao's body, the void violently trembling as Xi Yi shouted loudly: "Heaven and earth, the universe, be at my command……"

"This heaven and earth, this universe, is mine!" the Canghai Daoist laughed maniacally.

Xi Yi's talent is terrifying to the extreme; though he has not cultivated the Primordial Scripture, his innate divine ability can control the universe, swallow heaven and earth, and almost instinctively manipulate the power between heaven and earth for his use.

Lacking the purity of the Primordial Scripture, it is nonetheless just as vast and boundless.

This is the primeval sage bloodline, a superhuman power naturally possessed.

But this is the world transformed from the Canghai Divine Pearl, a world controlled by the Canghai Daoist. All power belongs to the Canghai Daoist; without his permission, not a speck of sand or dust could be used by Xi Yi in the slightest.

Wu Tie's finger wind, like an arrow, pierced Xi Yi's chest with a soft "puff".

Xi Yi let out a loud shout, hands covering his chest as he staggered backward, blood continually seeping from between his fingers, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

He looked at Wu Tie, unable to comprehend.

He has lived over six thousand years, born with sage bloodline, outstanding talent, almost non‑human. Especially since he attained the Divine Realm much earlier than Wu Tie, by rights his foundation in that realm and his combat strength should far surpass Wu Tie's.

Yet Wu Tie merely used pure bodily strength, just a thread of finger wind, and easily wounded him.

Xi Yi's deathly pale complexion suddenly flushed with an abnormal red……He realized: just now Wu Tie's finger had shown mercy.

The finger wind grazed his heart, merely damaging his muscles, causing no harm to his internal organs.

Wu Tie, he showed mercy!

Xi Yi roared in unwillingness and anger: he is the Fuxi Divine Kingdom's Heaven's Pride, the sole candidate for the divine emperor's heir.

But now he actually has to let Wu Tie, a junior upstart, show him mercy.

Xi Yi paid no heed, letting out a low roar, he loosened his hands, allowing blood to flow from his chest wound, then with a wave of his right hand a handful of hot blood in his palm instantly writhed and transformed into a slender blood‑red longsword.

Wielding the sword forged from his own blood, Xi Yi swept up a golden blade of light and charged at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie watched Xi Yi charge over and couldn't help shaking his head repeatedly.

The pampered Fuxi Prince……this sword momentum is slack and feeble, this sword technique is full of holes, and this sword intent is soft as tofu pudding……

As Xi Yi rushed over, his whole body was full of flaws; even if Wu Tie held only a white wax stick, he could easily kill him instantly with hundreds of methods in the dozens of gaps on Xi Yi's body.

Wu Tie shook his head, giving a bitter smile.

All along, Wu Tie has been intimidated by Xi Yi's background and origin.

Tsk tsk, what a grand name.

The prince of the Fuxi Divine Kingdom, heir of the Fuxi and Nuva sage bloodline, destined to become a world‑shaking figure, a peerless talent.

But but, a flower in a greenhouse is so delicate, so fragile.

No matter how outstanding his talent, Xi Yi has been spoiled rotten.

Even after enduring thousands of years of imprisonment and setbacks, Xi Yi remains spoiled.

This sword move……with Xi Yi's ability, placed on the Three Kingdoms battlefield, that guy probably wouldn't last a month.

Xi Yi surged forward, howling as he unleashed a frenzy of wild hacks and stabs at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie snorted coldly, spreading his arms, letting Xi Yi's blood‑forged long sword hack and slash at him.

A clatter of "ding ding dang" rang out; the long sword formed by Xi Yi's divine ability, in pure sharpness, was actually not inferior to ordinary innate spiritual weapons—what a terrifying divine ability.

But it was useless.

The sword blade hacked and slashed at Wu Tie, only sparks flew; no wound or even a scratch remained on his body.

After Xi Yi had hacked and slashed hundreds of swords, Wu Tie suddenly kicked up a leg, sending Xi Yi flying tens of li with one foot.

Xi Yi spat out mouthfuls of blood, flying like a leaf in the wind, he crashed heavily onto the ice dozens of li away, the "hiss‑hiss" sound as he slid forward across the hard, smooth ice for a long, long distance.

Xi Yi howled, furious and resentful.

He still remembered the scene when, years ago, Wu Tie followed Sima Wuyou into the secret hall that imprisoned him.

Back then Wu Tie was just an ordinary nobody in the Fetal Storage Realm; Xi Yi didn't even glance at him.

How many years have passed?

How many years have passed?

He couldn't even last three moves against Wu Tie.

He is the elder brother of the dragon‑phoenix twins of the Xi Clan, a genius who inherited the sage bloodline.

"Wu Tie!" Xi Yi lay on the ground, tears streaming as he shouted Wu Tie's true name.

"You, you killed your sister……I can understand your feelings. You want to seek a little psychological comfort on the White Egret and Vermilion Bird. You want to make up for your own psychological deficit by compensating for the child your sister left behind."

"Incompetent, weak, and moreover self‑righteous, selfish and self‑serving!" Wu Tie fiercely attacked Xi Yi's words and deeds.

"Yet to harm others to mend your own state……you are truly an incompetent, boring, brainless, thoughtless……waste!" Wu Tie laughed brightly, but every word he spat out was laced with thick malice, truly like a poisonous snake spitting venom.

Xi Yi's whole body twitched as he lay on the ice, weeping.

Wa Zhao painfully lifted her head and shouted at Qian Xiao: "What are you waiting for? Why are you kneeling on the ground? Don't you see he's humiliating the child of my palace? Qian Xiao……if you're still a man, kill this brat!"

Wa Zhao roared angrily.

Qian Xiao drew a deep breath, gritted his teeth, his body shaking violently.

Wu Tie watched Qian Xiao; in the world transformed from the Canghai Divine Pearl, his divine sense was greatly enhanced, and nothing in this world could escape his perception.

He looked at Qian Xiao with a strange gaze, Wu Tie sneered: "Qian Xiao, lord of Chiyang Shen Shan…… Are you sure you're still a man?"

Qian Xiao's red face suddenly turned deathly pale.

He stared blankly at Wu Tie, his body trembling violently.

Wu Tie coldly stared at Qian Xiao.

A man who has undergone the palace punishment…… can he still be considered a man?

What surprised Wu Tie was, given Qian Xiao's strength, who could have done such a thing to him?

Moreover, Qian Xiao, after all, is at the peak of the Divine Clarity Realm; with his strength, his status, the resources he commands, he has countless ways to repair his mutilated body.

Yet he still maintains this mutilated body, which can only mean…… it was his…… voluntary choice!

Wu Tie glanced at Wa Zhao, then at Qian Xiao, seeming to understand something.

I'm asking, what exactly are you after? Are you voluntarily staying by her side, serving as her personal eunuch?