Chapter 30
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Chapter 30: Li Hui Captured
With a loud “thud,” the Flying Sword shot out as the small bronze bell hanging above Zhang Tianhua erupted in golden light.
However, the bell only chimed once before falling silent. It had already endured enough impact from the collision between the Hurricane Firestorm and the Four Yin Four Yang Flying Head Burial Array. Now, no matter how much light Zhang Tianhua summoned, the bell couldn’t unleash its full power.
A couple of muffled sounds echoed as the sword pierced through Zhang Tianhua’s hands. When the circle of energy prepared to launch another attack, Zhang Tianhua bellowed before vanishing into thin air, leaving behind his threatening voice: “You ugly ghost, wait for me! I won’t rest until I avenge this! And Junior Brother, I’ll slice you into sashimi!”
Zhang Tianhua fled, somehow using an unknown method to disappear without a trace, leaving Li Hui feeling like he was facing formidable foes. He turned to the Female Cultivator from the Hidden Sky Sect, who had resumed wearing her mask.
“While the snipe and clam quarrel, the fisherman profits!” Cheng Yuyan advanced slowly, remaining cautious, unsure whether Zhang Tianhua had truly left.
However, after employing several techniques without detecting anything unusual, she continued, “I didn’t really believe this saying, but it seems I’ve become the fisherman today. What other tricks do you have, boy? Show them! If you have no hidden moves left, just follow me quietly. I’m quite curious why you destroyed the Flying Sword so quickly.”
“Be your prisoner?”
Li Hui considered using a hidden weapon, but he knew it wouldn’t have much effect on cultivators. He looked at the scattered heads around him, realizing he would need some time to recover them for use.
“What are you staring at? These heads are my trophies. And everything on you too, hand it over!” Cheng Yuyan put her hands on her hips and stood before Li Hui, revealing her tall form.
“Being a prisoner is fine, but don’t expect me to sacrifice my looks,” Li Hui replied, removing his bag of treasures from his waist and tossing it at Cheng Yuyan’s feet, then throwing the nine-chain bag too, spreading his arms to show he had nothing else left.
“Is this all you have?” Cheng Yuyan squinted, scrutinizing Li Hui from head to toe.
“Didn’t you see the bag of treasures? Is it lacking? You can search me to see what else I have. Big sister, I’m just an outer disciple without a proper background; this is already quite a feat to gather!” Li Hui feigned a pitiable expression, giving an Oscar-worthy performance.
Before leaving Shanghe Village, he had hidden the six-link chain, not out of foresight, but based on Sun Zhengyang’s words of experience.
As for the silver snake bracelet, according to an old travelogue, Chen Mengde was known as a madman in the Jade Symbol Sect because no matter what tricks he used, no one could see the damned silver snake. He had destroyed many artifacts to prove himself, further solidifying his reputation as a madman. Those who lost their treasures believed he had a special cultivation method, while the silver snake was simply a fabrication.
Li Hui had tested the bracelet in front of Sun Zhengyang, and indeed, outsiders couldn’t see it, so he felt no worry about this Dao Rhythmic Artifact being revealed.
Cheng Yuyan fixated on Li Hui and took a beautifully crafted bamboo pen holder from her sleeve.
This was curious; what woman carried a pen holder when going out?
Unexpectedly, the pen holder rolled to the ground, revealing a tiny monkey the size of a baby’s fist. It bared its teeth and squealed before darting toward the bag of treasures, clearly familiar with this action.
The little monkey struggled to drag the bag, dislodging its contents one by one. Cheng Yuyan took a quick glance, her pupils narrowing.
Dragon scale gold was quite rare, not to mention a small pile of money symbols scattered on the floor that could also be exchanged for dragon scale gold.
In addition, a large lump of pink clay caught Cheng Yuyan’s attention, leading her to look closely at it, discovering it was a valuable item. Her eyes sparkled with surprise; she believed Li Hui’s words almost entirely and teased, “Wow, I didn’t expect this little Jade Symbol Sect disciple to be so rich. What I earn in tribute every year doesn’t compare to this pile of money symbols.”
“You refer to yourself as ‘this princess,’ so you must be a princess of the current dynasty? Ha ha, a flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple; family members don’t recognize each other.” Li Hui seized the opportunity to climb the social ladder. The fact that this woman hadn’t killed him immediately stemmed from her unwarranted curiosity, which was a ray of hope. No one could be flawless; as long as he could communicate, he, Li Yingjun, still had many opportunities.
“Stop climbing the ranks of relationships. After thousands of years, the dynastic history has countless royals. Even if you are from royalty, I will not hesitate to kill you,” she retorted coldly, her transformation as swift as turning a page in a book, and the sound of arrows echoed again.
“Not good!” Li Hui’s face changed. Suddenly, he felt a pain at the back of his neck, and then everything went black as he fell limp.
“Humph, silver-tongued rogue! You destroyed my beloved artifact and thought you could still live?” Cheng Yuyan searched the battlefield, checking the bag of treasures and gathering the nine heads into the nine-chain bag; they were all her spoils, including Li Hui.
With a strange cry, the ground generated a wind pressure as white wings emerged, spreading fully to around ten feet long, slowly approaching Cheng Yuyan in the air.
It was a massive white eagle, its feathers shimmering with an iridescent glow, appearing elegant and beautiful, always elusive as it flapped its wings.
“Xiao An, head to Fusu City.” The woman leaped onto the eagle’s back, while Li Hui did not share this privilege. The eagle’s talons grabbed him, brutally lifting him into the air, and in an instant, he became a tiny black dot against the sky.
Fusu City was the very place Li Hui thought he could never reach today, even if he exhausted the mechanical tiger. After a fierce battle, he found himself arriving just as the lights were flickering on, showcasing the swift speed of the enormous white eagle…
As thousands of lights illuminated the night, the city featured a magnificent mansion radiating a noble aura, causing common folk to steer clear of the entrance.
When Li Hui awoke, he found himself trapped in a water-filled dungeon. His body was bound with thorny thorns, and he reeked of a foul odor, evidently poisoned. Whenever he attempted to channel his spiritual energy, it felt as if his insides were being torn apart.
“What a vicious method!” He stomped his feet in the water, feeling somewhat reassured that his shoes were still on, hiding the six-link chain within them.
“I must remove these thorns first. Many barbs have already penetrated my flesh. They restrict my spiritual energy, and even moving my body causes excruciating pain. Luckily, the Dragon Claw pattern has enhanced my arms to five times their original strength; I have to break these thorns off.” Li Hui’s expression hardened as he murmured to himself, “Even if I have only a few years left to live, I will choose my own death. I absolutely cannot die at the hands of this poisonous woman.”
He began to strain his arms, tightening the thorns binding him.
An overwhelming pain surged through him, and Li Hui gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out.
His body trembled uncontrollably until the thorns made a series of soft “thump thump” sounds, cracking until they finally fell away. He became completely limp, vowing never to forget this experience.
