novelraw Chapter 434 - 233. Cursed Zilang Saint Son to death, joined Pill Cauldron Sect.
Chapter 434 - 233. Cursed Zilang Saint Son to death, joined Pill Cauldron Sect.
I’ll try again... If it doesn’t work, I can only admit defeat.
Zilang Saint Son gritted his teeth, thinking to himself.
Losing to Emperor Xi’s disciple wouldn’t be shameful. After all, a Daoist of the West Emperor Divine Mansion held a higher status than him.
However, just as he prepared to try again, strands of black mist suddenly coiled around him. His face instantly turned a deathly black, and his aura plummeted.
In a moment, his dark hair turned white.
His Life Palace began to crumble.
His True Destiny felt as if it were being crushed by colossal hands, struggling to breathe.
"I... I concede..."
Witnessing this, Zilang Saint Son was terrified, his composure shattered. He tried to send a voice transmission to Xu Xing, intending to concede immediately.
But who would have thought that as he uttered the first word, the curse power afflicting him suddenly intensified.
His eyes instantly dimmed, losing all light.
The skin on his body cracked and split, inch by inch.
An aura of death enveloped him.
THUD—
A heavy thud echoed as something hit the ground.
"Saint Son?"
"The Saint Son is dead?"
"Yao Dang, you will pay for this!"
The Protector standing behind Zilang Saint Son, witnessing this, flew into a rage. He rushed forward to support the Saint Son, channeling Magic Power into him to safeguard his heart meridians.
But all his efforts were futile.
Enveloped by the death energy, Zilang Saint Son was already dead.
"Pay?"
"Does the Purple Lang God Mansion intend to go to war with the West Emperor Divine Mansion?"
The Queen Mother of the West glanced impassively at Zilang Saint Son’s Protector, her voice devoid of any emotion. "A loss in battle is a loss."
As her words fell, she gently raised her cloud sleeve.
Her snow-white jade arm and slender palm seemed delicate, as if possessing no strength at all.
She unleashed a palm strike.
This palm strike also appeared ordinary, without any profound depth. Yet, when it landed on Zilang Saint Son’s Protector, it instantly shattered his Physical Body, reducing him to a pile of gore.
"The Daoist is noble and must not be slighted. If the Purple Lang God Mansion wishes for war, Yaochi will oblige," the Queen Mother of the West stated coolly.
With that said, she ejected Zilang Saint Son’s servants from the Yaochi Golden Palace, sending them to inform the Purple Lang God Mansion.
"Thank you, Queen Mother of the West."
Xu Xing rose and expressed his gratitude.
Killing Zilang Saint Son in the duel was his plan: to establish his authority in Yaochi and, at the same time, eliminate a potential enemy at minimal cost. It was a scheme to kill two birds with one stone.
After the battle, although he knew the West Emperor Divine Mansion would protect him given his extraordinary status, he hadn’t expected the Queen Mother of the West to defend him so vehemently.
"As Emperor Xi’s disciple, there’s no need for thanks."
"Yaochi was established by Emperor Xi to serve us both. In other words, Daoist, you are another master of Yaochi," the Queen Mother of the West said, shaking her head gently.
She dared to declare war on the Purple Lang God Mansion for two reasons. Firstly, the West Emperor Divine Mansion was stronger and had no fear of them. Secondly, Yao Dang’s status, like her own, placed him in Yaochi’s ruling echelons. An insult to him was akin to an insult to her; thus, war was a justified response.
Another master...
Xu Xing was slightly stunned upon hearing this.
"I understand."
He nodded earnestly.
「...」
「Main World.」
「Nanyan Continent, Chu Kingdom.」
「Pill Cauldron Sect’s Dragon Lake City, Lingzhi Courtyard.」
Just a few days after Yao Dang returned to his Cave Mansion in the Lingzhi Courtyard, he overheard some Senior Brothers from neighboring residences discussing a young and beautiful Female Cultivator who had come looking for him half a month ago. She was said to be a Weaver girl from the Embroidered Clothes Pavilion.
Upon hearing this, Xu Xing immediately understood. Zhao Xian had come for him, just as they had agreed.
A Weaver Girl from the Embroidered Clothes Pavilion?
He looked at Xiao Senior Brother, who was recounting the tale, frowned slightly, and feigned confusion. "When I was in the South Yue Nation, I did encounter a Female Cultivator who wished to join the Embroidered Clothes Pavilion. However... we had some disagreements. She... shouldn’t be looking for me."
"It’s common for feelings between cultivators to turn from hate to love. Look at the female cultivators in these storybooks—like in this one, "Burying Flowers"—the male cultivator is crude and forward, yet the female cultivator, far from disliking him, actually grows fond of him..."
Xiao Zheng patted Xu Xing’s shoulder, signaling him not to worry. Then, he took a book from his Storage Bag, flipped through a few pages, and gestured towards the content as he spoke.
The book was filled with fine, dense script, containing graphic and Obscene Words.
Is this... an Erotic Forbidden Book? Xu Xing was stunned by the book’s contents.
He hadn’t expected the Cultivation World in the Chu Kingdom to have developed so rapidly. They even had these kinds of novels detailing romantic affairs between male and female cultivators, and they were so popular!
Such Erotic Forbidden Books were rare in the Cultivation Worlds of other regions.
"Thank you for your counsel, Xiao Senior Brother. I’ll go find Fellow Daoist Zhao right away."
Xu Xing looked up from the book and nodded. An excited expression crossed his face as he teleported out of the Cave Mansion’s courtyard.
However, although he left the Lingzhi Courtyard, he didn’t spend long searching for Zhao Xian in Dragon Lake City. Instead, he merely spread the word that he was looking for her.
「A few days later.」
As Xu Xing had anticipated, Zhao Xian soon came to visit him at the Lingzhi Courtyard.
"Miss Zhao... why would you come to see me?"
"Is there something urgent?"
After inviting Zhao Xian into the Cave Mansion Hall and serving her a cup of Fragrant Tea, Xu Xing sat opposite her. He pondered for a moment, carefully observing her expression before asking.
He, of course, knew Zhao Xian’s purpose in coming. His questions were merely a pretense to dissociate his current identity from that of the True Monarch Freelance Cultivator, "Yao Xing."
"Brother Yao, you’ve hidden things from me for so long, causing me such distress."