novelraw Chapter 121 : White-Haired Dan Heart! One Pill to Decide Heaven and Earth!
Chapter 121 : White-Haired Dan Heart! One Pill to Decide Heaven and Earth!
Chapter 121: White-Haired Dan Heart! One Pill to Decide Heaven and Earth!
High above in the sky, the battle of Nascent Souls had already entered a white-hot stage.
True Lord Xuantian was a veteran Nascent Soul cultivator who had been famous for hundreds of years. His Dao techniques were profound, and his foundation was deep. Compared to True Lord Lingxiao, he was slightly superior.
However, on Lingxiao’s side, there were still three early-stage Nascent Soul elders assisting him.
The two sides fought from Dharma manifestations clashing, to flying swords colliding, and then to divine abilities crashing head-on. They fought until heaven and earth shattered, the sun and moon lost their light, yet neither side could do anything to the other.
“Xuantian! Are you really going to go all out against my Heavenheart Holy Land for the sake of this demonic fiend?!”
True Lord Lingxiao shouted harshly while controlling his lightning sword, but deep down, he was extremely anxious.
He had already sensed that the auras belonging to his side’s Golden Core elders below were rapidly extinguishing one after another, casting a heavy shadow over his heart.
“Enough nonsense!”
True Lord Xuantian, however, only grew more exhilarated as the fight went on. He laughed loudly and said,
“Lingxiao, your ‘Heavenheart Divine Thunder’ truly lives up to its reputation! Again! Let this old man see whether your lightning is faster, or my stele is harder!”
At this moment, he did not care at all about demonic fiends or not. He only knew that he had not fought so freely and joyously for hundreds of years.
Moreover, as long as he won this battle, the massive amount of resources sufficient to impact the late Nascent Soul stage would be in his hands!
This deal was worth it!
Just as the two were locked in a stalemate.
Within the ruins of the West Mountain Pill Institute.
“Cough… cough, cough…”
Leng Yanran pushed away the broken beam pressing on her with great difficulty amid the rubble, struggling to sit up.
She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and, disregarding the pain wracking her entire body, immediately swept her surroundings with her divine sense.
When she saw the devastation and the heavy casualties among the alchemy apprentices, a surge of fury instantly ignited in her clear, cold eyes.
Next, her divine sense connected with the surveillance formations spread throughout the sect, and she saw everything happening on the battlefield.
She saw the Old Ancestor Xuantian in the sky, struggling to hold on yet still protecting the sect.
She also saw that man who was usually cynical and treated everything as a chessboard. At the moment the Pill Institute was destroyed, he revealed for the first time such an icy, bone-chilling expression.
She saw him move like a ghost through the battlefield, using the coldest methods to carry out a bloody revenge for her, for the Pill Institute.
An unprecedented, searing emotion surged up from the deepest part of her heart.
So it turned out that, in the heart of this man who regarded profit as everything, she and the Pill Institute were not merely “core assets” that created value.
So it turned out that he, too, could feel anger, could… protect his own.
Leng Yanran’s eyes reddened slightly.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi, and her gaze fell on a jade box not far away, still floating in midair and perfectly protected by formations.
That was the ancient pill formula she had recently poured countless efforts into trying to overcome—“Reverse Fate Creation Pill.”
This pill possessed the effect of defying the heavens and changing fate, forcibly enhancing a cultivator’s potential by one major realm. However, the conditions for refining it were also harsh to the extreme. One of its main ingredients required over a hundred years of nurturing before success could be achieved.
Now, the pill inside the jade box was still only a semi-finished product.
“There’s no time…”
Leng Yanran murmured to herself.
She looked at the stalemated battle in the sky, then at the figure below who had already finished his slaughter and was rapidly rushing toward her. A trace of determination flashed in her eyes.
She lightly bit her teeth, and a drop of crimson essence blood, like a blood diamond, slowly seeped out from between her brows.
The instant this drop of essence blood appeared, the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual qi boiled in response!
An ancient and noble aura of the Dao of Alchemy spread out.
Pill God Bloodline!
This was the true source of her talent in the Dao of Alchemy!
It was the ultimate secret for which she had been exiled by her family, yet in truth, protected!
“With my Dan Heart, I offer my Blood Soul!”
“Reverse creation, pill complete!”
Leng Yanran let out a sharp cry. That drop of essence blood transformed into a red streak and instantly plunged into the jade box!
Weng——!!!
The jade box trembled violently, and a streak of seven-colored pill radiance shot into the sky. Rich medicinal fragrance instantly spread throughout the entire Qingyun Sect!
The semi-finished pill that originally required decades of nurturing, under the no-holds-barred catalysis of the Pill God Bloodline, was forcibly completed within just a few breaths!
And the price was enormous.
Leng Yanran’s waterfall-like black hair visibly began to lose its color from the roots, turning from black to gray, and from gray to white…
In the blink of an eye, three thousand strands of hair had already turned into a dazzling snow-white!
The color drained completely from her face, turning pale as paper.
At the moment the pill was completed, she had exhausted all her vital essence and part of her lifespan. Unable to support herself any longer, her delicate body softened and fell backward.
“The pill is complete! Quick! Deliver it to the Old Ancestor!”
This was her final divine thought before losing consciousness.
Wu Hao, who had long been waiting at the side, reacted swiftly and caught the jade box. Looking at Leng Yanran, whose white hair was like snow and whose aura was faint, a trace of shock and admiration flashed in his eyes. He immediately turned into a streak of light and shot into the sky!
“Old Ancestor! Take the pill!”
True Lord Xuantian, who was entangled in battle with True Lord Lingxiao, heard this shout and smelled the overwhelmingly domineering medicinal fragrance. His heart stirred.
With a backhand palm, he forced Lingxiao back and drew the flying jade box into his hand.
Looking at the divine pill inside, radiant with flowing light and naturally imbued with Dao rhythms, even he could not help but suck in a sharp breath.
“Excellent pill!”
He did not hesitate at all and swallowed the pill in one gulp!
Boom——!!!
A vast medicinal force beyond words exploded violently within his body!
The cultivation bottleneck that had stagnated him for a hundred years was washed over by this medicinal power and shattered instantly, like paper paste!
Mid Nascent Soul Peak!
Only one step remained before the late stage!
“Hahahaha! Exhilarating!”
True Lord Xuantian threw his head back and roared with laughter, feeling unprecedented power.
“Lingxiao! Take this move of mine—Ten Thousand Steles Suppress the Soul!”
He brought his hands together, and that Xuanhuang stone stele Dharma manifestation instantly expanded tenfold. Countless ancient runes flowed across the stele, transforming into golden chains that sealed heaven and earth. Carrying supreme might that suppressed all things, it smashed down viciously toward the drastically changed expression of True Lord Lingxiao!
And at that very moment.
A figure appeared above the ruins of the West Mountain Pill Institute as if by teleportation, steadily catching the falling, snow-white-haired delicate body.
Chu Feng lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms. Her aura was weak, her face pale, yet she was still so beautiful that it made the heart tremble. His arms tightened unconsciously around her.
An unfamiliar emotion, mixed with raging fury, shock, and a trace of heartache that even he himself had not yet realized, surged like a breached flood, instantly crushing the cold defenses he had built with profit and calculation.
For the first time, he experienced what it meant to be… indebted by emotion.