Chapter 145
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Chapter 145: Is Fate Igniting?
The opponent was a Condense Essence Stage Demon Cultivator, with a depth of cultivation that was unfathomable!
He possessed terrifying magical items with immense power!
The fierce energy of the demons pressed down, and Li Hui felt that even moving his fingers was a challenge. Suddenly, a warmth spread through his left arm, as if four ghostly arms were shaking, and he felt the pressure lift significantly, at least allowing him to use his treasure talisman without issue.
“Hey, have you thought it through? Are you ready to turn against us now?”
Without Li Hui noticing, Qian Qiu Yue stepped forward, resting her silver knife on Hongmo Zhengfang’s right arm.
“Humph, with your junior disciple’s speed, don’t even dream of reaching the designated location in ten days; even a hundred days wouldn’t suffice. I know you’re counting on luck to escape my control over the Hongmo Sect. Fine, I’ll show you a way out. The core area of Wan Nest Island has a teleportation array that can send you back to a place you’ve been before.”
Hongmo Zhengfang dropped his disguise, his aura becoming sharp and wild, sneering, “Let me reveal some more information: the magic puppets are created from powerful Cultivators who previously took on the trial on Wan Nest Island and reached significant progress. They transform living humans into magic puppets for us to control. Moreover, regarding our true disciple competition, that woman sitting on the black eagle will annihilate me the moment she seizes the opportunity. And Zhenglun from the Hongmo, who obtained a chance given by the old man, is already far ahead of us. If I didn’t release demonic thoughts to suppress, do you think those outer disciples would let you calmly break the array?”
Li Hui wasn’t surprised; through the Yin-Yang Nine Heads, he had already seen the outer disciples of the Hongmo Sect trailing them. In addition, several groups had clashed, beginning to attack and devour each other.
The strong prevailed, while the weak perished—this was made vividly clear by the actions of the Demon Sect disciples.
Qian Qiu Yue’s expression changed rapidly as she looked at Li Hui, asking, “Junior brother, how do you decide?”
Li Hui’s heart sank as he realized Hongmo Zhengfang was seriously anxious; otherwise, he wouldn’t be revealing so much. After some thought, he said, “Among the four flags—Confinement, Sacrifice, Demon, and Corruption—the demon flag is irrelevant to me but can unleash multiple times its power in the hands of a genuine Demon Cultivator, so I won’t keep it! Also, the sacrifice flag, which gathers corpse energy, is equally suitable for Demon Cultivators, so I won’t keep that either. You all go ahead first. I will follow slowly with the team.”
“Humph, what a woman’s mercy!” Hongmo Zhengfang flicked his robe, brushing off Qian Qiu Yue’s silver knife. He thought for a moment, feeling that having the sluggish Slave Cultivators trailing behind might be a safeguard. The demon and sacrifice flags were exactly what he sought, and if used wisely, could deliver unexpected results.
“Do you really think it through, taking these Cultivators behind you?” Qian Qiu Yue had her own plans. Ordinary Cultivators were tools in her eyes; those useful could be kept, while those useless could be discarded at any moment. Li Hui, however, was different, and given the stakes, she had to keep close to Hongmo Zhengfang.
Li Hui teased with a smile, “Hehe, Brother Yue has his own depths of understanding. It’s fine; I’ll take on the effort and aim to find a path into the inner ring of Wan Nest Island before the outer areas collapse. At that time, I’ll still rely on you, brother, for safety.”
“Humph!” Qian Qiu Yue huffed coolly, seemingly dissatisfied but secretly playful. This kid was incredibly bold, daring to tease even her.
When Chef Zhao and Huo Qiniang caught up with the team, Hongmo Zhengfang barely selected twenty people from the group and hurriedly departed with his stoic assistant.
Qian Qiu Yue tossed a rough machete, proudly raising her chin and leaving a remark, “Don’t die; I plan to take you back to the sect for proper training.”
Upon hearing the word “training,” Li Hui felt a chill run down his spine, sensing the thoughts behind it weren’t pure!
After the two left, Xiuhuan joyfully exclaimed, “Ahaha, finally free! Those disciples of the big sects are so annoying; any slight movement could expose us! Hurry, that little someone, eighty miles east at the Stone Mountain Eagle’s Nest, there’s good stuff. Hahaha, this lord loves to pick up scraps!”
Li Hui glanced at the rough machete left by Qian Qiu Yue, grasping it. The silver snake bracelet didn’t respond.
“Hmm, a semi-artifact?” Xiuhuan exclaimed in surprise, “Little someone, you’ve got some skills with the ladies! This machete isn’t an ordinary artifact; it must have had a lot of spirit talismans infused during forging, completely permeating the blade itself, usually called a semi-artifact. Although it only retains the power of three strikes, it’s quite suitable for someone of your weak cultivation!”
“This is an artifact?” Li Hui raised his eyebrows.
Xiuhuan explained, “It’s a semi-artifact, basically a vessel to hold talisman power. Three strikes could repel a mid-Condense Essence Cultivator or heavily injure someone at the Initial Condense Essence Stage if they’re caught off guard. Even if it’s not much use against that woman, it’s given to you instead of the sect disciples. Tsk tsk, did you used to mumble about a world that judges by appearance? Right, times have changed; now it’s not about cultivation level, but looks.”
“Get lost, I’m not a pretty boy! I rely on skill, not looks!” Li Hui patted the blade, and its surface suddenly displayed a multitude of tiny symbols, some in green, others in purple. The intertwined purple and blue symbols emitted an aesthetic charm.
Xiuhuan mocked, “Not a pretty boy, more like a pretty boy, making the ladies willingly fall for you is true skill.”
“Right, as you say, that’s true skill, isn’t it?” Li Hui replied without anger, weighing the rough machete. “Elder, surely you have a way to infuse talisman power into the machete, right?”
Xiuhuan froze for a moment, then shouted, “No way! Don’t scheming against me!”
“Those capable do more work! Besides, would you really let me down? Even if I successfully unlock the Spirit Motion stage with six marks and extend my lifespan by three months, it won’t change the imminent situation. I’ve noticed that my form seems to be shrinking, as if going back to two or three years ago; even my stubble has disappeared!”
“Sigh!” Xiuhuan sighed, suddenly invigorated. “Cultivators counter the heavens; look at the Jade Symbol Sect. Every year many Cultivators die. I have no compassion here! Four months—no demands for four months; I will help you cultivate this machete to make it even more powerful and concentrated in attack.”
“Good!” Li Hui felt a surge of joy. Wounding and killing were definitely not the same. This machete might become his biggest asset, stronger than talisman decrees and treasure talismans.
“Eighty miles away, hurry up! This lord wants seventy percent of the benefits.”
“Seventy percent is too much. Let’s see what we can find first.” Li Hui wouldn’t agree; the Hongmo Sect valued Wan Nest Island so highly that what Xiuhuan aimed for couldn’t be anything mediocre.
At the same time, embedded among the Fire Family Cultivators following Zhenglun of the Hongmo, Yang Jueyu suddenly turned his head around, shocked: “What’s going on? Mo Xinghe and the others clearly gathered together; their fate should be suppressing Li Hui. Why is my Jade Symbol Sect’s fate flaring up strongly on Li Hui instead?”
Almost simultaneously, a loud laughter pulsed from the several zhang-high copper vessels sealed with numerous Slave Seals on the wizard chassis of true disciples of the Hongmo Sect, where true disciple Hongmo Chu coldly snorted, “Old fellows, what’s so funny? Dalong is just a tiny nation; every year so many sects like the Jade Symbol Sect are destroyed in these waters. Don’t feel discontent; hand over the talismans in the bottles.”
The copper vessel returned to silence, no longer making a sound…
