Chapter 934 - 935: Let Them Recover for a While
Chapter 934: Chapter 935: Let Them Recover for a While
At the heart of Hellfire.
Li Xiaobai and Liu Jinshui watched wide-eyed as the resources piled up like a mountain on the empty ground before them, amassing quickly within moments.
Not only that, the Sin Value in the void had been climbing nonstop, having already broken through two million in just a few minutes; it was not difficult to imagine that a great number of cultivators from the outside world must have perished in Hellfire.
The only troubling thing was the presence of several cultivators at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, all seasoned powerhouses with remarkable ace up their sleeves; even with his home ground advantage and the assistance of three ancient swords, he was unable to completely crush them.
After dividing the resources thoroughly, each held a golden talisman in hand, ready to flee immediately should any Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivators recklessly attack the center.
“Hu Meizi isn’t with her Senior Brother?”
Li Xiaobai asked.
“I found a treasure site and had her secretly stake out there; if you’re interested, Junior Brother, why don’t you join?”
Liu Jinshui spoke.
“Thank you, Senior Brother.”
Li Xiaobai nodded, aware that the so-called treasure site must be fraught with dangers; otherwise, his Senior Brother wouldn’t have extended the invitation.
“But now, Junior Brother has truly made something of himself, this flame has grown to such a state, and possessing those three swords that can contend with the Heavenly Immortal Realm, their power is boundless!”
Liu Jinshui spoke somewhat sentimentally, recalling how once this Junior Brother had been a mere blank slate and had now reached such a level, truly a heaven-sent genius.
Li Xiaobai waved his hand dismissively, “A minor achievement, not worthy of mention. But Senior Brother, your cultivation speed is terrifying; in a blink of an eye, you’ve reached the Earth Immortal Realm. You must have been extensively nurtured by the sect with all its resources, haven’t you?”
“The Cangtian Sect Master has a good eye, wanted Ol-Fatty to be the Saint Heir, but unfortunately the Elders are too rigid and absolutely disagree. A bunch of True Disciples are even undermining me secretly, swallowing up plenty of my resources. But no matter, the Eldest Senior Sister said she will bury those guys soon. When the time comes, there won’t be anyone else contending for the position of Saint Heir.”
Liu Jinshui spoke confidently; among the candidates, some geniuses possess the Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivation, beyond his reach. But as long as the Eldest Senior Sister also steps into that realm, everything will no longer be a problem. Then, together with their fellow Senior Brothers, they’ll see who dares to compete with him for resources.
Li Xiaobai suddenly said, “Eldest Senior Sister is formidable; let her also visit the Eastern Continent sometime. I have quite a few enemies there.”
Liu Jinshui laughed. “Rest assured, absolutely, when we brothers enter the Heavenly Immortal Realm, whoever dares to cause trouble, we’ll deal with them thoroughly!”
“Bang Bang Bang!”
A few crisp sounds suddenly came from within the flames.
Three flashes of cold light appeared suddenly, and the Bronze Ice Essence Huo Yun three swords flew backward and hovered anxiously in front of Li Xiaobai.
“Buzz Buzz Buzz!”
The Bronze Sword, the most stable, gathered Sword Intent and started inscribing in the void.
“They’re attacking, run!”
“Damn it, are these people that bold? They’ve found the trick so quickly?”
Li Xiaobai’s heart tightened, he gathered the three ancient swords into his bag and was about to flee using the golden talisman in his hand.
“Aren’t we taking Hellfire anymore?”
Liu Jinshui asked somewhat surprised.
“No worries, let them guard it for me for now. I’ll steal it back once I’ve reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm, saving the need to expend my own resources to nurture it.”
Li Xiaobai said lightly.
Liu Jinshui said, “Brilliant!”
A flash of golden light, and the two disappeared without a trace in an instant.
A few breaths later, several figures broke through the ring of fire and arrived at a cleared space in the center.
“Damn, I knew someone was sabotaging us from the shadows, deliberately clearing this space. Could it be that the core of the fire has been taken by that fellow?”
Blood Soul, prone to anger, glanced at the empty center of the fire, his face flashing with a trace of fierceness.
“Amitabha. Judging by the power of those three swords just now, this person must be a Sword Cultivator. Among the major sects, only the Sword Sect of the Eastern Continent and the Demon Sealing Sect of the Southern Continent have cultivators who can master various Sword Intents.”
Monk Pudu analyzed calmly.
“Well said, but it’s a pity we couldn’t see his face; he fled too decisively.”
The cultivators nodded in agreement.
“Hmph, just a rat showing its tail. Judging by his actions, he’s at best a minor figure in the Heavenly Immortal Realm!”
“How shall we deal with this Hellfire?”
Blood Soul snorted displeasurably.
“Amitabha, since the treasure at the core of this flame has been stolen, there’s no need for you benefactors to fight over it anymore. Let the high monks from our Great Thunderclap Temple come and deal with it. They will definitely succeed in sealing and suppressing it from spreading.”
Monk Pudu repeated his usual rhetoric, not wanting the flame to fall into the hands of these Super Sects, as it would be a potential threat to the Buddhist Sect.
Moreover, this being the Western Continent, he was confident in capturing the thief lurking in the shadows. By the time both the core treasure of Hell and this Hellfire were part of their possession, the foundation of their Sect would be further strengthened, and the Great Thunderclap Temple would reward him for it.
“Ol’ Bald Donkey, you’ve calculated well, but, unfortunately, there are no fools here. If you disagree with our views, you’re free to leave,” Blood Soul glared at him and said fiercely.
“This flame itself is a growth-type treasure. Let’s just divide it. With resources invested in nurturing it, it will still be a powerful weapon,” an elder said lightly, his magic knife manifesting in his hand, capturing a portion of the Hellfire within the blade.
Seeing this, the other cultivators followed suit, storing the Hellfire in high-grade Magic Treasures, dividing it completely. They had already fully understood its properties. By investing resources, it could devour and strengthen itself—this Divine Fire was a top weapon for a Sect, excellent in both offense and defense, and useful in myriad ways.
Upon throwing some heavenly and earthly treasures into it to properly nurture, it would be akin to possessing a major weapon that could truly threaten other Sects. The status of their Sect would rise, increasing their control over more discourse.
“Let’s go!”
“This tomb has a few old monsters; I don’t want to encounter them, slipping away now.”
With the treasure gone, they had no further attachment and parted ways, vanishing on the spot.
Monk Pudu watched the now empty stone wall, rage rising in his eyes. All the Buddhist Disciples he brought were burned to ashes without exception. The Hellfire was not fully preserved, and accountability was inevitable.
And that Ol’ Fatty Monk, who knew where he emerged from—if it wasn’t for his misleading everyone, his Disciples wouldn’t have rushed into the flames and turned to ashes.
“This tomb really attracted quite a lot of demons and spirits. But, ultimately, this is the Western Continent, our Buddhist Sect’s territory. Just waiting for Master Wuhu to arrive, we can ask the many high monks of Arhat Hall to intercept. None of these fellows will think of taking treasures from our Pure Land and escaping!”