Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 170
>Chapter Title: It Succeeded
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The sudden turn of events caught everyone present completely off guard.
The newly freed Danyangzi didn’t hesitate for a second. He stepped onto a black cloud and charged toward the distant trio like a tiger descending the mountain.
Meanwhile, Li Huowang stood rooted to the spot, watching everything unfold like a spectator at a show.
Seeing ten thousand eyes staring at him in disbelief,
Li Huowang’s face filled with guilt. He slapped his hands together in annoyance.
“Oh dear! Look at what I’ve done. How could I let my guard down and let Danyangzi escape? This junior lacks experience. I’m truly sorry. Please forgive me, seniors.”
“You dare to deceive me!”
Hearing such words from the other’s mouth, Li Huowang couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“I get it now. I can see why you Sit-Forget Daoists love doing this so much. Tricking people is really fun! Hahaha!”
Regardless of what the others thought, the situation began spiraling toward an irreparable collapse.
And when one of the Sit-Forget Daoists had his head cleaved in two by Danyangzi’s sword,
suddenly, three Joy Gods wriggled out from the smooth walls of the cavern.
Those three chaotic, viscous clumps looked like translucent masses stitched together from strings of rotten grapes.
The moment they appeared, the surrounding Ao Jing Cult followers watching the fight could no longer escape. Every mortal present rolled on the ground, laughing madly like lunatics.
The more they laughed, the more terrifying they became. Blood poured from their seven orifices, and they dropped dead on the spot in an instant.
After emerging, the Joy Gods took a moment to adjust before immediately charging toward Danyangzi and Li Huowang.
With yet another faction entering the fray, the scene grew even more chaotic.
But Li Huowang couldn’t be bothered to move. As he watched Danyangzi dismember another Sit-Forget Daoist in the distance, he felt he’d accomplished what he wanted. It was time to end it.
Suddenly, darkness fell over his head as a Joy God enveloped him.
As the layered body scraped across Li Huowang’s form, he instantly felt a great deal being stripped away from him.
All his emotions—despair, thoughts of death, and even a faint reluctance—were mostly taken.
A rustling sound rang out as some stiff, dead worms slid from Li Huowang’s chest and dropped limply to the ground.
Staring blankly at the dead bugs, Li Huowang realized the time for the Runzhi Five Elements was nearly up.
A rhythmic tapping echoed from above. The Joy God’s next assault was imminent. Barring any surprises, that would mark his end.
Yet Li Huowang had no intention of dodging anymore. Without those worms, his body—devoid of organs—was doomed to die anyway. Whether sooner or later, death was death.
But that was fine. Danyangzi’s possession plan had utterly failed.
“Phew, so tired. Time to rest.”
The wind from above whipped at Li Huowang’s robes. He slowly closed his eyes, ready to meet his final fate.
“Get lost!” A thunderous roar exploded. Li Huowang looked up in confusion to see Danyangzi’s back, his body wrapped in malformed flesh.
Shrouded in black clouds, he hovered above Li Huowang, shoving back the Joy God with all his might. At this moment, he had actually saved Li Huowang.
Scratching at his chest, Li Huowang let more dead worms slide to the ground. The lost sense of pain began to gradually return.
“Why save me? You think saving me means I won’t die?”
With that, Li Huowang stood idly by, watching the show.
As expected, Danyangzi was in for a rough time too, since Li Huowang spotted the other two Joy Gods swimming over.
Just as Li Huowang stood there, planning to use his final moments to watch Danyangzi suffer, something occurred to him. He whipped his head toward where the Sit-Forget Daoists had been.
The ground there was littered with corpses in disarray. Everyone else was dead—except for one.
A block-headed figure clutched his belly, staggering along the cavern toward the front.
“Damn it! One got away!”
A surviving Sit-Forget Daoist was worse than Li Huowang himself staying alive. He couldn’t tolerate that.
The Li Huowang who had been filled with thoughts of death suddenly surged with a last burst of vigor and charged toward the final Sit-Forget Daoist.
That Sit-Forget Daoist seemed injured from clashing with Danyangzi earlier, and he wasn’t moving fast.
Li Huowang couldn’t chase quickly either. Pain was returning with every step, his increasingly hollow body stabbing like needles, collapsing bit by bit.
One chased, one fled. Suddenly, as the Sit-Forget Daoist rounded a corner ahead, he vanished from Li Huowang’s sight.
When Li Huowang dragged his sword and crumbling body around the corner, what he saw left him stunned.
It was a dead end. Some women clutching children huddled at the far end, trembling in fear.
These must have been the families of the Ao Jing Cult followers, hidden here to take shelter.
The escaping Sit-Forget Daoist had apparently changed his appearance and blended in among them.
Hunched over, Li Huowang shuffled toward them, his sharp sword tip scraping slowly along the ground, emitting a piercing screech.
To these people, the sound was like the toll of death itself. They all burst into terrified wails and cries.
Li Huowang’s gaze swept over them one by one, searching for the hidden Sit-Forget Daoist.
But it wasn’t easy. There were too many people.
With a splatter, Li Huowang’s left hand disintegrated, collapsing to the ground into a puddle of splintered red bamboo slips.
“No time left! No time to search! If you won’t come out, I’ll kill you all!!”
Gritting his teeth, Li Huowang raised his sword toward the elderly, women, and children before him.
“Wait!! Daoist, what are you doing?!! They’re all good people! They’ve never done anything bad!” The monk hallucination nearby suddenly spoke up to dissuade him.
Hearing this, a flicker of hesitation showed in Li Huowang’s eyes. But then he gripped the hilt tightly and swung down hard.
In an instant, blood and gore filled the air. Amid the ceaseless cries and screams, Li Huowang’s Daoist robes grew even redder.
Seeing the horrific scene, the monk grew frantic and burst into tears. He jumped up and down beside Li Huowang, seemingly desperate to rush in and stop him, but the monk couldn’t touch him in the slightest.
In the midst of the bloodbath, one woman’s body twisted, her face rapidly shifting to a new one as she tried to flee in the chaos.
But before she could take a few steps, wriggling worms leaped from the blood on the ground and burrowed into her body.
As she collapsed howling, something bulged high beneath her skin.
When her struggles ceased, with a squelch, crooked red bamboo slips twisted out from her mahjong-like face like screws being driven in.
Thus, the last Sit-Forget Daoist died too. All six Sit-Forget Daoists who had once deceived Li Huowang were now dead.
Glaring furiously at Li Huowang, who had halted his slaughter, the monk tore a strip of cloth from his sleeve and flung it to the ground.
Trembling, he pointed at Li Huowang and shouted: “Daoist! I misjudged you! We’re done! The old Li Huowang would never have done something like this!!”
Hearing this, the nearly spent Li Huowang slowly raised his head to look at him.
As if realizing it late, enlightenment dawned on him.
He glanced down at his own ruined body first, then his expression twisted into wild joy.
“That’s right! Li Huowang would never do something like this—but I would! Danyangzi would! Hahaha! This Daoist has succeeded!!
(End of chapter)