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Translator: Tamon
Ancestor Ban Shan, the founder of the Shifting Mountain Sect, had been at peak Golden Core Stage, just shy of Nascent Soul Stage.
They say a demon took hold of him as he made the push to form his Nascent Soul, leading to his death.
He was a legend in Chu Kingdom’s history.
He Luohua was certain it was him, and that made it clear who the grave robber was, the damn dog.
“Old bat, learn when to quit. Force my hand and we’ll both die. Your life has value, but not me, some random stray, so think this through.” Hei Huang gave a smug grin.
He also sent to Xu Hei, “Leave while I stall her.”
Xu Hei saw He Luohua wasn’t doing anything and slipped back into the ground.
But then he paused. “Ancestor Ban Shan’s body…”
“Don’t you worry. It’s already my puppet. I’m having a little trouble controlling him, but it’s more than enough to use some flashy magical arts and scare her.”
Hei Huang chuckled and waved with impatience. “Now shoo. Don’t go acting like monologuing old hags. I removed the Divine Sense mark on you. Why do you think I kept telling you to slow down and wait for me? Making me chase you for so long.”
Xu Hei’s heart shook.
[So that’s why! He wanted to remove the Divine Sense mark.]
[He should’ve said so to begin with, damn mongrel.]
Xu Hei whined to himself as he fled.
Hei Huang and the old woman faced off, despite her attention being focused on Ancestor Ban Shan.
The corpse’s mere reveal thwarted the Supreme Golden Bowl, showcasing the raw power it held. A given, having been a peak Golden Core monster back in the day. Not even death could curb its might.
[Does the mutt think it can scare me? Or is he really that good?]
He Luohua squinted.
…
Xu Hei had gotten out of the Golden Core cultivator’s sense’s range when doubt struck.
“Am I just going to run away? Isn’t it a little unethical?
“It’s not like I can do anything by staying behind, except being dead weight.”
The wild mammoth came to mind and wondered if he could get it to intervene he’d be able to do something.
He shook away the thought. [It’ll be over before it arrives.]
The Augury Sect had plenty of experts as well. If he could call for help, why couldn’t they?
“Curses! If only I were a little stronger.” Xu Hei loathed this feeling.
When all was said and done, it always came down to power. Xu Hei reckoned his progress was fast enough, but he realized he was far from being a true powerhouse’s match.
Xu Hei grumbled a bit before looking for a cave to hide.
He couldn’t leave without doing anything.
“Sure, Hei Huang is despicable, but that’s no reason to kill him. I have to do something, but what?”
Xu Hei’s anxiety mounted. He took a deep breath to calm down and think clearly.
His deadliest asset was the dark scales.
Hei Huang said they were good against Foundation Establishment cultivators, while it was a stretch for them to skip two stages.
Then there’s the mystical Demon God Cauldron, which he thought was more of a support item that sped up his digestion.
Xu Hei knew it wasn’t all it could do, just that he hadn’t discovered all its uses.
“What else do I have? What else…”
Xu Hei’s mind was hard at work thinking of other ways to help.
…
Hei Huang saw Xu Hei was gone and focused on the unmoving old bat.
He sneered to hide his relief. “I like to say it’s been fun, but it wasn’t. Until next time, old hag.”
He jumped back.
Ancestor Ban Shan’s corpse followed him.
He Luohua’s eyes flashed, and he flicked a finger, sending a silver needle at Hei Huang’s rear.
“Ha!”
He shouted, and Ban Shan moved to intercept, spewing purple mist that dissolved the needle.
The purple mist took the form of a skull, rotting every living thing it touched on its way to He Luohua.
“Ancestor Ban Shan doesn’t use such a magical art! You’re a demonic cultivator!”
He Luohua spoke with coldness.
Hei Huang sneered. “Righteous or demonic, any path will do so long as it kills your enemies.”
“Humph, spoken like a true demon!”
He Luohua flicked her sleeve, and a gaudy golden glow flared again and again as it struck the skull.
The purple skull vanished on contact along with the mist like it wasn’t even real. Hei Huang was gone as well.
He Luohua winced. “You think you can toy with me?”
She shot after Hei Huang, exploding with rage.
The dog scrambled through the forest with the corpse in his paws, so fast he kicked up dust.
“Blasted, this thing’s Golden Core is as tiny as a fingernail. How am I supposed to mess around when it can only use magical arts three more times?” Hei Huang whined to himself.
That purple mist was all him, trying to scare her off. It only had power at the start of the attack, leaving the following form to be just a prop.
Unleashing a Golden Core Stage magical art meant exhausting the Golden Core. But Ancestor Ban Shan had been rotting for ages now, leaving only a smidgen of Golden Core left.
Hei Huang ran like mad as he felt the searing heat approaching.
“What a waste. If only I could refine it into a puppet that can breathe Qi by itself, but my body’s too weak.”
Hei Huang ran as he thought of what to do to get away. The Golden Core was so small that he had to think thrice before using any large magical art.
“Hellgate? No, too much, it’ll exhaust the Golden Core before it’s fully activated.
“Hundred Ghouls Haunt? Not it either. Earth spirit root doesn’t fit it, and only the old me can use it.”
Hei Huang’s mind spun with all kinds of thoughts as a crisis sped behind him.
Three flying swords shot for his back.
“Soul Suppression Tune!”
Hei Huang gnashed his fangs as Ancestor Ban Shan’s belly inflated and the dried-up Golden Core shrank by a third.
Eerie wails echoed from its mouth, sending soul-suppressing sound waves behind them.
Woo~!
He Luohua whitened as blood trickled from her lips. The three flying swords kept their speed, butchering Hei Huang’s body into eight pieces.
The dog’s meat chunks stitched together, but his aura dimmed and his speed dropped.
“Curses! The busybody took the hit just so it could hit me as well. That strike used up a third of the Golden Core. Only two uses left.” Hei Huang’s face was dark.
What was worse, he was also wounded.
Two more of that attack and he’d be worm food. Even if he’d choose to desert this vessel, his soul wouldn’t awaken for a thousand years at the least.
He Luohua’s eyes were consumed with bloodlust. The dog was too much of a threat to let it escape.
“Die!”
She pointed, and the three flying swords came around for another strike.
He Luohua grimaced out of nowhere, and the swords changed direction. Over thirty small scales darted out of the soil.
The timing was perfect, right as she was struck by the Soul Suppression Tune.
Ding~
The flying swords intercepted the golden flickers with precision. But He Luohua found to her shock that her flying swords had cracks and were chipped.
“What weapon was that?” He Luohua stared at the scales in disbelief.
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