novelraw Chapter 143
Chapter 143
Chapter 143
Deep within the Supreme Academy.
A cold and decayed aura swirled endlessly through the surroundings.
On the ground, tangled red vines pulsed with a strange, bewitching blood-light.
Several figures radiating terrifying pressure lurked in the darkness.
Like an eternal shadow that had never dispersed.
“The Myriad Dao Academy has announced it’s joining the Su Family…”
“So what of it? The Academy is ours for the taking. Only by uniting the Academy and the Institute can we find that thing!”
“We’ve lain dormant in the Northern Wasteland for so many years, wasn’t it all for him~!”
“The Su Family is not to be trifled with. To comprehend the Sword Realm, throughout all ages, only a handful have done so. Besides, who knows if their family harbors some terrifying ancient monster.”
Their conversation was like low, oppressive murmurs, pressing down upon the heart.
If an ordinary person merely heard their voices, they would fall into madness.
The tallest shadow finally spoke: “Step by step. I recall this generation’s ‘seed’ has some old feud with the Su Family, doesn’t he?”
“You mean Mo Jian? Yes, there is indeed such a grudge.”
“Then cultivate him well. Let him probe the Su Family for us, by testing one part, the whole will be revealed…”
The other shadows all nodded in agreement.
“By the way, how is Si Wuya recently? What about the so-called Dao Stone?”
“Si Wuya…” At the mention of this name, the current dean at the far end let slip a faint smile.
“He’s been rather glorious of late…”
“Oh? So the Dao Stone truly works. Keep watching, if it proves real…”
The shadows fell silent, and then bone-piercing cold winds echoed through the depths of the so-called Supreme Academy.
Outside the Academy.
Si Wuya stood on the dueling platform, a trace of unseen madness flickering in his eyes.
Before him stood a tall man with strange twin pupils.
“Fourth Brother, are you insane?”
“If you fight me, do you really think you’ll live through it?” the man growled.
But Si Wuya’s lips twisted into a sickly smile: “Hahahaha!! Eldest Brother, I’ve called you Eldest Brother for one hundred thirty-five years, seven months, and three days.”
“And I’ve always wondered… why not call me ‘Eldest Brother’ just once, let me hear it?”
The man fell silent, then stepped onto the platform.
Within his double pupils surged boundless divine light.
He was none other than the Academy’s Great Mister, the successor to the Dean, and Mo Jian’s master, Mo Liming, the Heavy-Pupil One.
The Academy’s “misters” were not ranked by seniority, but by strength.
The Great Mister had another name: the heir apparent to the Dean.
Mo Liming’s power was dreadful; once, with his strength alone, he suppressed the other nine misters of the Academy.
That battle cemented his title as Great Mister.
And now, Si Wuya dared challenge him, truly bizarre.
But on the platform, words meant nothing, battle would speak!
Suddenly, blinding divine light erupted from Mo Liming’s twin pupils.
Clang!
In an instant, everything illuminated by the light crumbled into dust.
“Good! That’s what I want!!” Si Wuya charged forward instead of retreating.
His figure flickered like a ghost, untouched by the divine light.
In just a few breaths, he was already before Mo Liming.
Clang!
He lashed out with a fist, Dao force wrapped around it.
“Hand-to-hand combat with me?”
“Have you forgotten? The Asura Art I cultivate specializes in tempering the body!” Mo Liming roared, throwing his own punch!
Boom!!
Their fists collided, tearing open a rift in space.
The clash grew faster, fiercer, until the platform was filled with thunderous booms.
“Hahahaha! Eldest Brother, that flesh body you pride yourself on, is this all it amounts to?!”
The more Si Wuya fought, the more frenzied he became, like a demon in madness.
His strength grew stronger and stronger. At first, he was faintly suppressed by Mo Liming.
But now, he was beginning to suppress Mo Liming instead!
“Something’s wrong with this brat!”
“With his Dharma Form, his cultivation, his realm, he shouldn’t be able to unleash this kind of power!”
Mo Liming was baffled.
But Si Wuya only grew bolder.
“Give me strength, more! More!! Even more!!!”
His heart screamed with wild desperation.
With his call, the black stone he carried grew hotter and hotter.
A hidden mark in his soul flickered with a dim, eerie glow.
Then, like a surging torrent, endless terrifying power erupted!
In the next instant, Si Wuya’s strength rose another level. His fist smashed into Mo Liming’s chest!
Bang!!
The blow roared like thunder, detonating in Mo Liming’s chest.
His body was hurled backward, a shocking wound torn across his torso.
“This… this is impossible!!” Mo Liming’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
But Si Wuya only threw his head back in wild laughter.
“Hahahahaha! Come, fight again!!”
Inside, he demanded even more frantically from that seemingly endless power.
“The Dao Stone truly has great might! With it, I will one day step beyond the Venerable realm!”
But he failed to notice, after borrowing its power once, he began to rely on it more and more.
So much so that when he stopped drawing upon it, he even forgot how to circulate his own techniques.
But he didn’t care, he was drunk on the boundless force.
Looking down upon the Great Mister of the Academy, his eyes burned with madness…
In the depths, a pair of dark, fathomless eyes observed all within the Academy.
On Su Zhou’s body, cultivation that had been repaid back manifold surged higher and higher.
“So quickly, he’s already drowning in it?”
Su Zhou’s lips curved faintly, his eyes carrying both amusement and detachment as he felt his cultivation rise without pause.
Anyone who borrowed from the Nether River Dao Scripture would sink little by little into the borrowed power.
In the end, utterly lost their cultivation, realm, insights, even life itself would be repaid as interest to Su Zhou.
Their bodies would become puppets; even after death, they would continue to fight for him.
That was the terror of the Nether River Dao Scripture.
Or rather… the terror of desire’s corruption.
Su Zhou rose and lazily stretched. At this rate, it would not be long before this so-called Fourth Mister of the Academy became his puppet.
And he was curious about the Academy, planting a nail inside was never a mistake.
By now, his cultivation had risen by two entire tiers since yesterday.
Around him lingered the aura of Yin and Yang blending as one.
Two beautiful women still slept beside him, exhausted despite their high cultivation.
Even with their strength, they could not withstand Su Zhou’s exertions.
“Yin alone cannot last; Yang alone cannot endure… the Innate Soft-Bone Enchanting Body is indeed wondrous…”
Last night, after a union of Yin and Yang, a spring night of passion, he absorbed Bai Lu’s vital Yin energy, pushing his realm up two whole levels.
He did not wake the two women.
Instead, he walked alone into the secret chamber.
The family was growing stronger; he could no longer act in everything himself.
The younger generation was rising, and the elders too were advancing.
But even the strongest among them, Su Chao, his younger brother, was only at the seventh level of the Moon Grasping realm.
Hai Bodong and Bai Lu had attained King-sealing cultivation, and his mount, the Saint Qilin, was at Great Perfection of the Sun Veiling realm.
But top-tier battle strength was still lacking.
“Hopefully… this mystery box will bring me some surprises…” Su Zhou thought silently.
He opened his system backpack and activated one mystery box to test his luck.
[Drawing…]
[Ding! You have obtained an Epic Follower—Barbaric War Lord: Sha Man!]
[Barbaric War Lord, Sha Man: Born in the endless wilderness, tempered in battles beneath the heavens, fought against countless barbaric beasts. Possesses terrifying strength, bloodthirsty and battle-mad!]
“Epic!”