Chapter 166
Chapter 166
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 166
>Chapter Title: Not Won Yet
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Li Huowang's hand had bulging veins as he pushed with all his might, shoving Abbess Jingxin's corpse into the large pit he had dug himself.
He dropped to his knees and scooped up handfuls of soil, burying her broken body once more.
A wooden board painted with pastries was planted in front of Abbess Jingxin.
His face ashen, he laid out the pastries he had brought up the mountain in a neat row, placing them before her grave like offerings.
Abbess Jingxin was dead. Dead along with her was this world's "rot".
All flesh and blood, at the moment of death, would no longer decay. Whatever it looked like in death, that's how it would remain, forever preserved.
Abbess Jingxin's death was surely connected to this. The nuns' divine abilities had always seemed tied to "rot".
The disappearance of "rot" appeared to be the true cause of Abbess Jingxin and the others' deaths.
No matter the time or place, "rot" was always something revolting, something to be shunned.
Yet without it, any world would face grave problems.
With corpses no longer rotting, the natural cycle would be broken, and the world's dead would pile up endlessly.
But Li Huowang had no time to ponder this now. He himself was about to meet his end.
With the abbess dead, no one else like her remained to help him expel Danyangzi from his body.
At this moment, he could find no one else to help—there was no time left.
He was now completely illiterate. It was foreseeable that Danyangzi would soon fully possess him.
If he didn't want Danyangzi's scheme to succeed, he seemed to have only one path left.
"Abbess, wait for me on Naihe Bridge. I'll be down to join you all soon!"
After kowtowing three resounding times before the grave mound, Li Huowang staggered toward the rat hole he had visited before.
The abbess had said that only being gnawed to death by those rats could truly stop Danyangzi's possession.
He didn't want Danyangzi to live, even if it meant his own death. He refused to let him live!
Yet when Li Huowang, steeling himself for death, returned before the black pagoda, he froze at the sight of the black carpet covering the ground.
He walked over and scooped up some of the blackness. As his fingers parted slightly, flipped-over cockroaches and flies drifted from between them like black snowflakes.
Dead along with the nuns—besides "rot"—were the flies and cockroaches, these lowest-level decomposers.
Li Huowang suddenly stood, his breathing rapid as he rushed into the black pagoda.
But soon he witnessed a shocking sight. The black rats inside were dead too, their bodies unrotted and unstench like the others.
"Fuck!" In extreme grief and rage, Li Huowang clenched his fist and smashed it into the dead rats, sending flesh and entrails squirting from their mouths in all directions.
"What fucking depraved thing did I do in a past life?! Why the hell can't I even die when I want to now?!"
"Heh heh heh, kid."
A low chuckle rose from beside Li Huowang.
Li Huowang looked up to see Danyangzi's three utterly terrifying faces.
"This immortal told you, didn't he? Everything you do is futile. Turn back and help me now—it's not too late."
"You think you've won for sure?"
With eyes burning utmost hatred, Li Huowang stood.
"As long as this body's still in my hands for one more day, you haven't won yet!!"
Li Huowang sprang up and charged toward the gate of Anci Nunnery. He raced down the mountain like a madman.
Just as he reached the base, he collided face-to-face with Yang Kid, who had two roasted sweet potatoes clamped in his mouth.
Yang Kid quickly flashed a fawning smile.
"Senior Brother Li, you're back down? All done up top? Shall we head back together?"
Li Huowang ignored his flattery entirely and dashed straight onto the road.
Glancing left and right, he seized a scholar's horse and leaped aboard.
He whipped the horse around and, eyes bloodshot, jabbed a barbed awl into its rump.
The horse reared up on its forelegs, shrieking in pain before bolting toward the mountains of the Sutra Robe Sect.
"My horse!! That's my horse!!" the scholar wailed in pursuit, but Li Huowang soon vanished from sight.
Seeing this, Yang Kid panicked. Clutching his oilcloth bundle, he bolted for the inn.
"Senior Brothers and Sisters! Senior Brother Li's gone mad again!"
The mountains of the Sutra Robe Sect lay more than two hundred li from Henghua Mountain of Anci Nunnery—a carriage journey that normally took quite some time.
Yet under Li Huowang's relentless torment with his torture tools, the horse made it in two days.
Upon returning to that dead town, the stolen horse finally gave out, foaming at the mouth and convulsing on the ground, its rear a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
Li Huowang wove through the mounds of graves he had dug himself, hurrying toward the mountain cave.
Three days without sleep, without food or drink—his face looked ghastly.
But Li Huowang, who had long since cast life and death aside, cared nothing for that anymore. He just wanted Danyangzi dead!
Whatever it took to achieve that, he would do without hesitation.
When Li Huowang reappeared, the Sutra Robe Sect followers in their loose robes swiftly blocked the cave mouth in unison.
"Hand Three's orders: You—"
Before they could finish, a flash of cold light—and two heads hit the ground. Their eyes brimmed with disbelief. They never imagined he would strike directly.
Drenched in bloodlust, Li Huowang charged into the cave.
"Sitting Oblivion Dao! Get out here!!"
Li Huowang's voice echoed relentlessly through the cave, drawing everyone's attention.
Soon, in a vast empty cavern, Li Huowang found himself completely surrounded.
He didn't care. He hadn't planned to leave alive anyway.
Hand Three, wreathed in flames, stepped out from the crowd.
"You're really so unruly. Do you truly think we won't strike?"
No sooner had he spoken than Li Huowang saw the five elders emerge from the throng.
Gazing at the five disguised Sitting Oblivion Daoists before him, Li Huowang laughed.
"Come on then! Show me what Sitting Oblivion Dao is made of!"
With that, Li Huowang raised his longsword and slashed hard across his own neck.
Danyangzi beside him surged with fury. His horrific form shrouded in black clouds as he lunged straight at Li Huowang.
Feeling his life ebbing away with the gushing blood, Li Huowang paid it no mind.
With a rustle, the *Great Thousand Records* unfurled across the ground. Li Huowang stepped right onto it.
Blood poured from his neck, soaking his clothes and drenching the entire scroll of the *Great Thousand Records*.
(End of chapter)