Chapter 538
Chapter 538
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 538
>Chapter Title: Dharma Sect
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Chapter 538: Dharma Sect
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> In the time it took Li Huowang to space out, he suddenly heard someone calling him.
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> “Daoist! Daoist!”
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> The small-footed man from before wobbled over toward Li Huowang, scrutinizing his face with a flirtatious smile. “Daoist, you’re leaving? Stay a few more nights.”
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> “What exactly are you people doing?” Li Sui, brimming with curiosity, suddenly spoke up.
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> Hearing this, the small-footed man immediately lifted the lid off a nearby pot. Steam billowed out, revealing a watermelon-sized stone lying quietly in the boiling water.
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> “Boiling stone soup! This stuff is super nourishing! Drinking this stone soup doesn’t just stave off hunger—it extends your lifespan too! And as long as you keep boiling it until the stone completely dissolves, then drink it down, you’ll ascend to the immortal realm and never have to suffer in the mortal world again!”
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> “Hm?” Li Huowang’s brow furrowed as he looked at the man in astonishment. After a few breaths, he spoke again. “What stone soup? What becoming an immortal? You’ve all been tricked by the Sitting Oblivion Dao, haven’t you?”
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> The small-footed man replaced the lid on the earthenware pot and asked in confusion, “Daoist? What’s the Sitting Oblivion Dao? This slave hasn’t heard of it.”
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> “Stop boiling it. No matter who told you this, they’re a liar. Stones don’t dissolve when boiled, and stone water won’t make you immortal.”
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> Having issued this warning, Li Huowang felt he’d done his duty. He promptly stepped past this stove area, preparing to leave.
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> But as he walked, Li Huowang spotted a group of menacing men weaving through the field of earthenware pots, closing in on him.
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> When he saw the white headscarves on their heads—identical to the small-footed man’s—Li Huowang’s hand gripped the hilt of his sword.
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> “Who’re you calling a liar? Say that again if you dare! These are the words of Stone Gully Grandpa himself, come down from the heavens!”
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> “Stone Gully?” As Li Huowang repeated the word, he realized that men and women wrapped in white headscarves surrounded him on all sides.
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> With a sharp “clang,” Li Huowang yanked out the Violet-Tasseled Sword once more, its surging murderous aura radiating outward. “All of you, get lost!”
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> Seeing Li Huowang like this, the crowd scattered back in fear.
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> Yet they didn’t retreat far, and even more white headscarves pressed in from the alleys, crowding around like spectators at a spectacle.
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> “Brother Li, hurry and go! In all my time in Great Qi, I’ve never heard of any Stone Gully—these people are off!”
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> “Mm!” As Li Huowang opened his mouth, Li Sui beside him seemed to sense his intent and burrowed right in.
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> Black tentacles erupted from Li Huowang’s body, whipping out violently in all directions. The earthenware pots on the stoves flew up, splashing toward the crowd.
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> The water in the pots was boiling hot, instantly scalding screams of “Daddy!” and “Mommy!” from all around.
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> “Go!”
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> Li Huowang’s feet, along with the four tentacles beside them, slammed into the ground. His body soared high, leaping over the crowd’s heads toward the distant fields.
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> Just as he was about to land, Li Huowang caught a glimpse of white in his peripheral vision.
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> In the next instant, the two tentacles extending from under his arms twitched sharply, cracking like whips in midair with two crisp snaps.
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> With the sound, that white shadow was flung to the ground, eating a mouthful of dirt.
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> When Li Huowang saw the large “witch” character on the white cloth over the man’s face, his expression turned extremely grim.
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> He’d seen this getup in Great Liang—only there it was black, while here in Great Qi it was white.
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> No Stone Gully at all! This was just another name for Yu’er God! These white-headscarved fools were actually Great Qi’s Dharma Sect!!
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> “Great Qi has a Dharma Sect too—the calamity this time has affected both sides.” Zhuge Yuan’s face grew much heavier, as if recalling something.
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> The man in the distance had just started to rise when the towering Peng Longteng crashed down from the sky, slamming onto him.
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> With a thunderous “boom” and the crack of breaking bones, the surrounding dirt exploded upward.
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> But it wasn’t over. Seeing the man dead, the white headscarves by the distant pots went mad. They reached bare-handed into the pots to grab the stones, swarming toward Li Huowang in a black mass.
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> “Can’t get tangled up with them!” Two talismans slapped onto Li Huowang’s legs, and his body shot forward in a blur, bursting out the city gate.
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> But the moment he exited, Li Huowang froze. Beyond the gate, on a vast open plain, emaciated and ragged disaster victims covered the ground densely.
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> No matter how filthy or tattered their clothes, every single one wore a white headscarf. They were all Dharma Sect followers!
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> “I should’ve realized earlier—the harsher life gets, the more these cults thrive! Great Qi’s Dharma Sect must be even bigger than Great Liang’s!”
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> “Brothers and sisters! Rise up! That red-clad Daoist killed our witch-priest!!”
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> With a shout from the city wall, the disaster victims stirred awake. They staggered to their feet in a crooked mass, all turning to stare at Li Huowang in unison.
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> Feeling the countless gazes pinning him down, eyeing the endless sea of victims before him, Li Huowang gritted his teeth.
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> He tightened his grip on the Violet-Tasseled Sword in his right hand, then used his left to yank out the broad Spinebone Sword and slam it into the ground.
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> Li Sui’s tentacles meanwhile opened Li Huowang’s torture tool pouch. Aside from the one wrapped around the copper coin sword, every tentacle clutched a torture implement honed to a chilling edge.
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> “Aaahhh!!” The skeletal disaster victims bared their yellow teeth, gums exposed, surging toward Li Huowang like a zombie tide.
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> “Li Sui! Let’s go!!” Li Huowang kicked off with both feet, charging headlong into the horde without hesitation.
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> With a mighty swing of the Spinebone Sword, the victims before him toppled like harvested rice stalks, their bisected bodies spraying blood.
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> Li Huowang leaped high amid the crowd, then smashed down hard. Everywhere he landed stirred up a storm of gore.
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> Though the Dharma Sect numbered in the thousands, not one could withstand a single blow from Li Huowang.
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> The Violet-Tasseled Sword lived up to its name as a weapon of the soldier school. After slaughtering so many, Li Huowang wasn’t exhausted—instead, he grew stronger with every kill.
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> He realized now he’d been using the Violet-Tasseled Sword wrong before. This battlefield was where it truly belonged.
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> “Kill! Kill! Kill!!” Li Huowang, gripping the Violet-Tasseled Sword, went berserk, his vision drowned in red.
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> “Ding~!” The Violet-Tasseled Sword swung down heavily, slicing through a sickle like it was soft mud.
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> But as Li Huowang instinctively targeted the next obstacle in his path, he suddenly halted.
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> It was a woman wrapped in a white headscarf. She stood there, cradling a corpse of an infant buzzing with flies. Li Huowang could tell at a glance that the woman had lost her mind.
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> The woman looked at Li Huowang and pulled a rusty knife from the swaddling cloth, stabbing it hard into him.
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> In the next moment, a massive black shadow plummeted from above, smashing onto the woman and pulverizing her along with the infant into paste.
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> She grabbed one in each hand, using the living victims as weapons, and whipped them outward fiercely. An empty space instantly cleared in all directions.
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> (End of chapter)