novelraw Chapter 1124: Excellent Descendant
Chapter 1124: Excellent Descendant
Pentazolate Anion Salt, N₅⁻.
A high-energy explosive made with this as the main ingredient has a theoretical explosive power that can reach ten times that of TNT... Of course, 10x is just an ideal value, but even at several times, it’s terrifying enough.
It didn’t just destroy the corridor—it even obliterated the remaining parts of the medical station in an instant.
The surging smoke and shockwaves from the explosion instantly tore through the surrounding mist and painted everything a dusty gray-black.
It’s not that Gongsun Wuwei came out completely unscathed... It’s just that the damage was negligible for him.
He walked out from the smoke—most of his clothes were gone, almost indecently exposed... but the skin underneath remained unharmed.
A steaming heat rose from his body. Emerging from the flames, he looked more like a demon.
Song Haoran got up from the ground with some resignation... Still not dead? What now...?
With all his meridians shattered and having taken the brunt of the explosion, Young Master Song could barely stand. “Human technology really is terrifying,” Gongsun Wuwei said as he suddenly flashed to Song Haoran’s side.
Before Haoran could react, Gongsun Wuwei grabbed his forehead and lifted him effortlessly.“If this stuff could be mass-produced, even I couldn’t take it,” he said with a smirk, fingers tightening as if about to crush Haoran’s skull.
Song Haoran let out a deep groan in pain.
But Gongsun Wuwei soon let go, calmly saying, “Relax. I said I wouldn’t kill you, and I won’t. But you won’t live long... The Honored One will soon consume your flesh and blood. You’ll continue to ‘live’... in another way.”
But then, Gongsun Wuwei noticed a strange smile creep across Song Haoran’s bloodied face—a smile so bizarre, he even chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?” he snorted.
“Bluffing…” Song Haoran chuckled weakly. “You wouldn’t get it... Do you even know how to write?”
“Sharp tongue, huh.” Gongsun Wuwei sneered.
Suddenly, Song Haoran swung his arm, revealing a black dagger in his grip.
He stabbed it at Gongsun Wuwei’s chest—but it didn’t pierce, as if hitting a steel plate.
“That... That’s cheating, man,” Haoran groaned, then tried again, this time with less force. Gongsun Wuwei watched in amusement.
A third stab, even weaker.
Haoran kept stabbing the same spot over and over, each time with less strength. His body was already long past its limit—he was fighting on sheer will.
“Trying to break through by focusing on a point... Not bad in theory,” Gongsun Wuwei said flatly. “But with this strength? Feels like a tickle... Give it up.”
Watching Haoran’s eyes fill with despair made him even more satisfied.
When Song Haoran’s arm dropped weakly, even his dagger slipped from his fingers.
“Done already?” Gongsun Wuwei grinned.
Song Haoran, drenched in sweat and barely breathing, looked as if he’d lost all hope. “Damn... who was it... that said... villains die... from talking too much…”
He collapsed, kneeling, fingers trembling, seemingly still trying to move.
“Accept your fate,” Gongsun Wuwei muttered as he once again grabbed his head.
“I...” Haoran murmured, “I’m… a selfish guy… If you want anything from me... you’ll have to wait until the next life.”
Then—he slashed his own throat!
The dagger didn’t stab outward—it turned and sliced across his own neck!
Blood spurted from his carotid artery as his heart pumped violently. Gongsun Wuwei was caught off guard, yelling, “So ruthless!”
That act of sheer madness shocked him to the core.
Haoran fell to the ground, twitching, his pupils dilating—but still smiling eerily.
Startled, Gongsun Wuwei pressed a palm to Haoran’s neck, trying to seal the wound with true force.
He hadn’t cultivated the Great Wilderness Devours the Heavens Technique, but he’d studied it deeply after stealing it from the Xuanyuan Palace treasury. It was powerful but heretical. Using it on blood relatives would incur the wrath of the entire palace.
Even so, he understood that fresh corpses could still retain the soul for a short time—enough to draw power.
Seeing Haoran’s lifeless eyes, he sighed, “Kid... now I’m hoping you can hold on just a bit longer…”
“Sure.”
“What?!”
In that split second, Haoran’s eyes snapped open, bright and full of awareness.
Before Gongsun Wuwei could react, Haoran flicked his fingers—something shot into Wuwei’s open mouth.
At the same time, Haoran punched him in the chest.
It wasn’t strong enough to hurt him, but it startled him—he reflexively swallowed the object.
“You’re okay?!”
Song Haoran sat up and gave a mocking wave, while Gongsun Wuwei suddenly widened his eyes.
Inside his body, a violent energy exploded—Wuwei howled in agony as a pillar of flame shot from his mouth!
He lowered his head, eyes bulging with fury, locking onto Haoran.
Young Master Song let out a bitter laugh. Damn... even with the explosive inside him, he’s still not blown apart!
Looking at Wuwei’s furious face, Haoran sighed, “What’s it going to take to kill you...?”
Still, he forced himself to focus. There are still some revival coins left... I’ll fight as long as I can!
Song Haoran held the dagger horizontally in front of him, took a deep breath, and his arm gradually turned fiery red... yet Gongsun Wuwei remained completely motionless.
Startled, Song Haoran looked closer—blood was pouring from Gongsun Wuwei’s eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and then, he suddenly collapsed backward!
After a long pause, Song Haoran whistled softly and nudged Gongsun Wuwei’s arm with his foot. Seeing no reaction, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.
“Sha Qiang, Tigerhead, Alex, Potter, Afeng, Chen Kai, Amani, Bullethead, Knife... I’ve avenged you all. If there’s a next life, don’t follow me again...”
At that moment, silvery-white smoke began to rise from Gongsun Wuwei’s body and, as if attracted by something, surged toward Song Haoran’s chest—into the Sun God’s Emblem he wore.
At the same time, Song Haoran felt something being forcefully crammed into his mind.
It seemed like a series of images.
A naked youth training under a waterfall...
Gongsun Wuwei.
His entire life!
The Sun God’s Emblem... seemed to have activated, or unlocked a new ability!
…
…
The yellow-robed man and Princess Chuyang were locked in a silent standoff, neither making a move.
No one knew how much time passed, but two figures soon descended from the fog, landing on opposite edges of the collapsed medical station—also standing off.
They were Gong Fanxing and Qin Chuyu.
Both looked worse for wear—Qin Chuyu’s face was pale, her white robe stained with blood from a shoulder wound. Gong Fanxing’s hair bun had been cut, and a deep gash ran across her face. Her left arm hung limp, blood dripping from her fingers.
The four of them formed a tense, square-shaped confrontation.
“Everyone’s here, huh?”
A lazy voice suddenly broke the silence, drawing all eyes—Song Haoran walked out slowly from behind a cracked wall.
“You’re not dead?” Princess Chuyang looked at the man radiating ominous energy with disbelief.
“Lucky, I guess.” Song Haoran shrugged, then tossed something from his hand—it was Gongsun Wuwei’s corpse!
The body rolled into the pit created by Gongsun Wuwei’s own fists. Now, he was buried in his own grave—an ironic end.
The others could easily sense the spite behind Song Haoran’s gesture.
Princess Chuyang frowned. With her natural psychic abilities, she had mentally possessed Song Haoran earlier to help fight Gongsun Wuwei. She was very aware of how broken Haoran’s body had been when she exited.
Yet now, Song Haoran’s spirit and energy were stronger than before—like a complete transformation.
Gong Fanxing glanced at the yellow-robed man with a grim look. The man merely stayed silent. Song Haoran, meanwhile, turned to Qin Chuyu.
“Miss, care to team up?”
Qin Chuyu didn’t reply—she just glanced at him indifferently before returning her gaze to Gong Fanxing.
“What’s your name?” the yellow-robed man suddenly asked, looking directly at Song Haoran.
Young Master Song raised an eyebrow. “Song Haoran.”
The man nodded slowly after a pause. “The royal family has no need for useless bloodlines. Since you could kill Gongsun Wuwei, I acknowledge your right to stay… There are two others nearby—royal descendants and your relatives, yes?”
Song Haoran’s expression turned cold, and an eerie energy flared from him.
The man waved a hand. “Relax. If I allow you to stay, I naturally permit your close kin to remain as well. Producing such an exceptional descendant is merit enough. Live well… I have high hopes for you.”
With that, he turned and left.
Gong Fanxing chuckled. “Little girl, you only had the upper hand today because of that Green Lotus Sword. Without it, how many of my moves could you have blocked?”
“Running?” Qin Chuyu snorted coldly.
“I’ll play with you another day!” Gong Fanxing soared into the sky, leaving behind a thunderous palm strike!
Qin Chuyu slashed her sword, its light wiping away the attack—but Gong Fanxing was already gone. At their level, escaping wasn’t hard unless you were willing to die for it.
Frowning, Qin Chuyu glanced at Gongsun Wuwei’s corpse in the pit, then sheathed her sword and vanished into the fog with a single leap.
Song Haoran hopped over to Princess Chuyang’s side and asked, “Princess, you just let her go like that?”
She had already put the Suihou Pearl away quite some time ago. No way Song Haoran believed she hadn’t recovered a bit.
“She… isn’t weaker than I am.” Princess Chuyang responded calmly, then turned and said, “I’m tired. Let’s go back.”
A moment later, three Song family warriors emerged from the ruins and gathered around Song Haoran.
He exhaled lightly, pointed at the deep pit ahead, and said expressionlessly, “Bury Bullethead and Knife there. They’ve got company now.”
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…
“Your Majesty, why did you let that boy go?”
Within the mist, Gong Fanxing, still stopping her bleeding, asked the yellow-robed man. She didn’t seem particularly affected by Gongsun Wuwei’s death.
“The empire is no more,” he said calmly. “Though I linger still, the world has changed… That boy carries a strong imperial aura. It’s as if our dynasty’s fate is coalescing in him. As long as he lives on this Divine Land, he might someday awaken our Dragon Vein.”
“You mean…”
“I need him to live… and one day, vie for the dragon’s throne on my behalf.”
“But Your Majesty, in your current state…”
He waved her off. “The Zhao-Song royal bloodline is not so easily extinguished. The excellent may stay—the mediocre need not.”
(End of Chapter)