Chapter 523

The sunset seemed to freeze on the horizon, plating Xihai and the island in bright red; the ground was full of fighting battle generals, martial gods, armored soldiers, and Dragon Elders, with a huge Husheng Husheng Zhenjun and War God in the middle.

The Daoist stepped on the thundercloud, dragging a smooth trajectory in the air, dancing around the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun.

Every spell and skill has its focus; Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling specialized in the Great As-You-Will method, so his immense strength was not as sharp or swift as other True Lords; at this moment, he kept turning, waving his hands left and right, flying and landing, trying to grab the Daoist on the thundercloud, but he was powerless to do so.

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling was annoyed for a moment:

"You could fight Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng! Do you only have the skill of escaping and hiding?"

"Naturally not!"

Lin Jue stood on the thundercloud; although he flew into the distance, he turned to face Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling and beckoned with his hand—

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Numerous flying swords, under his control, transformed into thin silver lines, and three long swords rotated, reflecting the sunset light, flying toward Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling at the same time.

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling had just opened his mouth when he heard a thunderclap in the Nine Heavens.

Rumble!

Heavenly thunder descended, making his whole body tremble.

In that moment of trembling, twelve flying swords had already flown over, piercing into his face not covered by armor, stabbing deep inside, and three long swords also rotated and flew over, circling his arm and slashing open cuts.

"Hmph! Not even enough to scratch an itch!"

The smoking Husheng Husheng Zhenjun snorted coldly, shaking away the flying swords and long swords on his body, lunging forward and reaching out to grab the Daoist.

"I heard you have a skill for making flowers bloom; why not bring it out and let me see?"

Amidst the thunder, the thundercloud accelerated again, carrying Lin Jue away.

This thundercloud was truly like adding wings to a tiger for Lin Jue! Other immortals mostly used spiritual clouds as tools for travel; only Lin Jue's divine thundercloud not only had many uses but also greatly helped him in fighting!

But unexpectedly, the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun was several dozen zhang tall, his arms were long, and his speed was fast; when he reached out to grab him, his hand actually extended several hundred zhang, almost from one mountaintop to another.

"Rumble..."

Even if the thundercloud accelerated suddenly, it couldn't escape for a moment.

Lin Jue on the thundercloud couldn't help but be startled—

I didn't expect him to hide such a trick!

Looking at the huge palm close at hand, the lines on the palm, the scars, and even the fine hairs, the fabric of the cuffs, the wear and tear, and the spiritual gold texture and auspicious cloud patterns on the wrist guards behind were clearly visible; the divine light emitted from the palm could make many yaoguai, ghosts, and monsters tremble with fear, and the sunset only revealed a corner from between his fingers; Lin Jue's heart also sank.

Previously, the two sides fought, and it seemed he was in control, but it was actually brought about by their different skills; just like a crow teasing a cat, it seemed everything was active for the crow, but in fact, the crow only had one chance.

Even if caught in the palm, I'm afraid even the "Sending Staff" method might not necessarily solve it.

Lin Jue wanted to transform into a clear breeze, but he stopped.

With a bang! The small thundercloud under his feet was directly shattered, transforming into cloud smoke and disappearing; the Daoist, like a mosquito that had been hit, with a sense of palpitation, crashed into the Xihai, which was filled with the sunset.

At the same time—

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, a huge scream! The giant hand that spanned several mountaintops quickly retracted!

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling looked down; I don't know when, but his palm had transformed into a sea of flowers, growing all kinds of flowers; what came was a piercing, bone-deep pain, and he could clearly feel that his own essence, energy, and divine power were being rapidly consumed by them.

The fox in the distance turned its head to look.

The black dragon chasing the fox also heard its Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's scream and turned its head to look.

The two flew back one after another.

The Daoist flew up from the Xihai, soaked all over:

"Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, let's stop here!"

In front of him was a huge Husheng Husheng Zhenjun and Martial God; he was already standing in the Xihai, the water near the island only reaching his knees, and he was facing away from the sunset, pitch black and unclear, but exceptionally majestic.

"Indeed, you have some skills!" Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling clenched his fist, his fingers exerting force, the whole heaven and earth filled with the sound of muffled squeezing, crushing the flowers in his palm, "Baosheng's death at your hands was not a loss!"

Then, with a poof, divine fire ignited on the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's palm, and while burning away the remaining spiritual rhyme of the blooming flowers in his palm, it also blocked the wound.

Lin Jue looked up—

Fortunately, I didn't use the Sending Staff method.

Otherwise, if caught in his palm, even if the Sending Staff method could transfer the injury, if he continued to squeeze with force, Lin Jue would have to continue using the Sending Staff method; not to mention whether the only large tree and the few door panels and beams on the island in Xihai were enough to use, once he discovered that the person in his palm hadn't turned into meat paste and suddenly ignited fire in his palm, the Sending Staff method would be useless.

"Has the depression in the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's heart been vented?"

"Vented? I'm even more depressed!!"

"Before coming here, I specifically inquired about the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's temperament and character, knowing that although the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, along with True Lords Baosheng and Youling, were the Four Holy Protectors of the previous Heavenly

Lord, you were not as evil as them, which is why I gathered the courage to bring gifts to pay a visit. If there was any offense, I ask for the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's understanding." Lin Jue stood in the clouds and said, "I came here only to ask the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun for a few dragon whiskers. If the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun is willing, I will naturally be grateful; if not, we will just leave. Today's exchange can be considered a sparring session with the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun; anyway, it was just a light touch, and it was quite enjoyable."

"What a 'just enjoyable'! What a 'not willing, just leave'!" The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun stood in the Xihai, his voice as loud as thunder, a black dragon flying and coiling around him, "Since you can defeat me, you could have just taken them during the fight; why ask if I'm willing at this time?"

"That would not be right."

"Hahahaha! Worthy of an immortal who has achieved the Dao! You are indeed more upright and righteous than us barbaric martial men!"

The huge Husheng Husheng Zhenjun bathed in the sunset, laughing loudly in the Xihai, his robe and whiskers dancing, many migratory birds flying around him.

Suddenly he lowered his head, staring straight at the Daoist, his eyes full of disdain:

"You are indeed upright and pedantic! This fox of yours is much cleverer than you!"

Lin Jue turned to look at the fox.

The six-tailed white fox was also standing in the air, its fur swaying with the evening wind, but it was tilting its head, staring at him with innocent eyes.

Lin Jue withdrew his gaze and looked at this Husheng Husheng Zhenjun again.

As he frowned, a sudden realization dawned in his heart.

Rumors are indeed not necessarily very true. I don't know if this Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's "barbaric, rude, and short-tempered" nature is true or false, but there must be a meticulous side to him.

It might be that when he arrived, the fox stared straight at the black dragon's whiskers, plus some other information, and this Husheng Husheng Zhenjun guessed what he came to ask for. Good and evil naturally have conflicts; there are often places where self-depraved deities and deities who hold fast to their original hearts look down on each other. Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng's death didn't mean much in Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling's heart, but they were both guardian True Lords of the previous Heavenly Lord.

Even if the previous Heavenly Lord had already failed, loyalty is not fake.

Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling intended to build a good relationship with him, but he was unwilling to associate with a Daoist who had added fuel to the fire in the process of the previous Heavenly Lord's failure, just after the previous Heavenly Lord had stepped down.

In this way, he obtained the dragon whiskers, and he also maintained his reputation, having an explanation for the previous Heavenly Lord.

Only this clearly also had its drawbacks—

If it spread, it would become Lin Jue snatching the dragon whiskers.

Lin Jue's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he began to think.

If Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling agreed to give him the dragon whiskers, after it spread, it would be difficult for Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling to explain to the previous Heavenly Lord; if he took the dragon whiskers in this way, after it spread, it would damage his own reputation. After all, he was the one who came to ask for the dragon whiskers; between harming others and harming himself, Lin Jue was actually willing to choose the latter, to bear this responsibility and cause and effect himself.

However, one point that had to be considered was the temperament of the newly appointed Purple Emperor.

The Purple Emperor is overbearing!

If one day, he really had a conflict with him because of Fuyao, he might be accused of plundering deities.

The sunset made the sky and sea fire-red; standing with his back to the sunset was the huge Husheng Husheng Zhenjun and the black dragon floating in the air; on the other side were the Daoist and the six-tailed white fox; migratory birds flew and argued endlessly; the Daoist spoke:

"I originally respected the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, which is why I came here; after arriving, I sighed even more that the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun could indeed distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong. Now that the incense is dying out like this, it is truly a pity.

"How can there be a reason in the world for evil deities to rule while good deities die out?

"I am willing to build a good relationship with the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun; if the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun is willing to open his mouth and gift us a few strands of dragon whiskers, I am willing to use my reputation in the human world at this time to protect the incense of the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's temple here."

Saying this, he paused for a moment:

"As for today's matter, neither you nor I will say much more afterward."

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's eyes were bright, staring straight at him.

A moment later, the huge figure suddenly shrank.

The battle generals, martial gods, and bean-soldier Dragon Elders who were fighting in the distance quickly stopped; one side transformed into divine light and flew back behind the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun, and the other transformed back into beans, riding the clear breeze and flying back into the Daoist's sleeve. The sunset in the west, which had been stagnant

for a long time, seemed to start fast-forwarding, rapidly falling toward the west; the daylight darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Divine light rippled back from the distance; wherever it passed, the divine temples, rockeries, and water pools on the original small island all returned.

Lights were lit in the dim temple.

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun sat on the altar, still broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with rugged whiskers, the black dragon coiling around his arm; the Daoist sat on the other side, with a table in the middle, set with many immortal fruits.

The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun and the immortal conversed, the black dragon watched coldly, and only a fox, frugal by nature, frantically ate the immortal fruits on the table.

With Lin Zhenren's current reputation, it would be very easy to protect a Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's temple and statue that had not yet made a major mistake; and if the last statue of him in the world were also demolished, as a deity, he would have no incense or foundation in this human world, and extinction would almost be a foregone conclusion.

Deities are not carefree immortals; how many are willing to be extinguished?

Moreover, the Daoist's words touched his heart.

Previously, Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Baosheng did evil and could still live in the Heavenly Palace for a long time; it is foreseeable that in the future, there will inevitably be more deities who fall and still stay in the Nine Heavens, while he has always held fast to his inner heart and never harmed the human world, yet he has to start dying out from this moment on; how could he be reconciled?

This actually has a benefit—

For the Junior Sister and the Senior Brothers, Lin Jue brought back the dragon whiskers; for the deities of the outside world and the previous Heavenly Lord, he fought a battle with Lin Jue; and when the Purple Emperor eventually investigates Lin Jue in the future and asks Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Jiling, he will naturally know that Lin Jue did not snatch them.

Only in this way, Lin Jue would have to bear more cause and effect responsibility.

"Because the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun is upright, I have protected this temple and statue for the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun until the current emperor abdicates, and my reputation in the human world gradually dissipates with time. But if the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun still wants to exist for a long time, or wants the incense to be more prosperous, or even has a chance to make a comeback, you still need to be diligent, truly protecting the people; when the commoners see it and know it, they will naturally worship the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun sincerely. Even if the Ministry of Rites and Zixiao Palace issue orders again, they will not demolish the Husheng Husheng Zhenjun's statue."

Lin Jue advised tactfully.

"Nagging! Too much nonsense! Since you have borne the cause and effect for me, I will naturally not implicate you; if one day I fall and cause chaos, you can come and kill me!"

That is the truth!

Lin Jue smiled slightly and said no more about it.

The fox was still eating the immortal fruits, clearly intending to eat back everything the Daoist had sent out.