Chapter 510
Chapter 510
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 510
>Chapter Title: Impossible
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Looking at the yellow-robed Taoist charging straight toward him, Gouwa was scared out of his wits.
He never imagined that this man would have such a reaction upon seeing the item Li Huowang had given him.
Just as the Taoist gripped his copper coin sword and was about to reach him, Gouwa clutched the rotten wood ruyi with both hands and flung it toward him in a panic.
But since the Taoist had designs on Gouwa's possession, how could he not be prepared for it?
A yellow paper effigy cut in the shape of a little person suddenly flew out from his sleeve, blocking the Taoist's path.
As Gouwa's rotten wood ruyi swung down, the paper effigy instantly crumpled, fluttering limply to the ground.
Though it only blocked for a moment, the yellow-robed Taoist's goal was achieved. Before Gouwa could swing a second time, his copper coin sword was already slashing toward Gouwa.
“Fright Wheel Tremble Ti'u She!!” The red thread wrapped around the copper coin sword rapidly extended, linking the old copper coins into a long whip that lashed down with a blur, striking the back of the hand holding the ruyi.
With a yank, Gouwa's hand was instantly torn open, flesh splitting, and the rotten wood ruyi flew off along with one of his fingers toward the nearby fake mountain.
“Aaah!!” Gouwa screamed, clutching his nearly severed hand in despair, not knowing what to do.
“Hmph hmph, so you're both greenhorns.” The yellow-robed Taoist narrowed his eyes with a wicked smirk. With a flick of his wrist, the bloodied string of coins flew back.
This time, the target wasn't Gouwa's hand, but his yellow-white head!
“I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!” That was the only thought in Gouwa's mind as he stared at the coins inches away.
In this moment of life and death, a hand reached out from the side and firmly grabbed the copper coin sword.
The sharp coins sliced into the hand, but only cut the skin.
“Oh?” The yellow-robed Taoist looked somewhat surprised, staring at the young man grimacing in pain before him.
His Seven Star Sword could slay demons and dispel evil; to catch it barehanded meant this guy had some real skill.
“Swish!” The copper coins in Lv Xiucai's hand instantly retracted, reforming into a sword in the yellow-robed Taoist's grip. “Kid, which sect are you from?”
Better to ask clearly before things got messy outside. He didn't want to beat the young one and draw the old one. It wouldn't be worth it for just a Heart Element Tongue.
“I'll tell you! My master is Li Huowang! If you dare touch us, you're dead meat!” Lv Xiucai tried to sound calm as he threatened him.
He had mastered his divine possession technique, which should make him impervious to blades, yet this guy had drawn blood. Lv Xiucai could only hope his master's name would scare the man off.
“Li Huowang? Never heard of him. And he only named his master, not the sect. Looks like both the kid and his master are wild cultivators.”
Seeing the Taoist standing there thoughtfully, Gouwa knew he wasn't afraid of Li Huowang.
Breathing raggedly, Gouwa cradled his bleeding stump of a hand and hurried a few steps to block Gouwa, trying a different tack against the Taoist. “We're from the White Lotus Religion! Don't mess with us! The White Lotus Religion has tons of people!”
The yellow-robed Taoist's face lit up with sudden realization. “Oh~ White Lotus Religion, huh? That makes it easy.” The next moment, he decisively swung his copper coin sword again.
Who under heaven didn't know the White Lotus Religion was the most spineless, easiest to bully? They scurried around like rats, always afraid the Supervising Heaven Bureau would catch their scent if they made too much noise.
“You fucking shut up already!” Lv Xiucai yelled in breakdown, grabbing the incoming coins with both hands.
Seeing this, Gouwa turned tail without hesitation and bolted toward the front courtyard.
“I'll be damned, you bastard!! Gouwa! May your son be born without an asshole!!” Amid Lv Xiucai's furious cursing, Gouwa vanished like smoke.
“Hahaha! Isn't the White Lotus Religion all about brothers in faith? What, this is your White Lotus brother?”
The Taoist mocked as he pressed Lv Xiucai harder.
Though Lv Xiucai had learned divine possession, it only made him tougher. Against the Taoist, he could only take the beating passively, unable to fight back. Soon, he was covered in wounds, curled up like a shrimp.
Looking at the boy on the ground, the Taoist sneered coldly and flipped his left hand, revealing an ink dou.
“That's enough. Time to end it.” He pressed the ink wheel with his finger, standing the ink dou upright as thick black ink oozed down like asphalt, coating the entire copper coin sword black.
Seeing this, Lv Xiucai panicked. Escape was impossible now. He dropped to his knees, kowtowing and begging for mercy through sobs.
Just as the Taoist raised the longsword to cleave down at Lv Xiucai, a cold gleam shot from the darkness—a steel needle wrapped in white thread, stealthily aiming for the Taoist's face.
As the white-haired needle was about to pierce the Taoist's face, a bulge rose at his neck. A baby's head with whiskers and wrinkles emerged from his collar, its rotten-toothed mouth snapping the needle right up.
“Hmm!! You dare gang up to ambush me?!” The yellow-robed Taoist's face flushed red, veins bulging at his temples.
It was clear: compared to his earlier nonchalance, he was truly angry now.
With a point toward where the needle came from, the black jacket on the ground floated up on its own and chased after it.
Then he glared down at the trembling Lv Xiucai, raising the black-ink-coated copper coin sword without hesitation and slashing at his head. He planned to finish this one first, then the other.
“Aaah! From primordial chaos the silt arises, white lotus blooms and the golden age arrives! Unborn Venerable Mother, save me!!” In this certain death, Lv Xiucai prayed to the White Lotus Religion's Unborn Venerable Mother with unprecedented sincerity.
The instant the black-ink copper coin sword sliced through Lv Xiucai's clothes and into his flesh, a white light flashed. The red thread on the sword snapped inch by inch, and the entire sword exploded, sending scattered coins and black ink splattering everywhere.
The furious Taoist froze at the sight, retreating three steps in horrified shock. “This... this is impossible! The Unborn Venerable Mother is long dead!!”
When Lv Xiucai realized he was alive and sat up in surprise, the canvas in his torn clothes fell to the ground.
It depicted a simple white lotus flower. The moment the Taoist saw it, he backed away again.
“This is impossible! The Unborn Venerable Mother is long dead! You White Lotus heretics are nothing but discarded pawns!”
No matter how much the Taoist protested he didn't believe it, his body was brutally honest—by the time he finished speaking, he was already at the wall.
(End of chapter)