Chapter 739
Chapter 739
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 739
>Chapter Title: Si Ming
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Chapter 739: Si Ming
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> Hong Zhong watched as Li Huowang continued, “So I think that the true-false dual cultivation can cure your qi deviation—that part is probably real. And it’s very likely that this is the sweet bait the Dice used to lure you in.”
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> “The scary part is that the Dice knew back when he was alive that you’d eventually run into this situation today. He buried a mine behind it, just waiting for you to cultivate true-false dual cultivation and pull out the mine that follows.”
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> Hearing what the other had just said, Li Huowang couldn’t help but think it over seriously.
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> “This guy’s already dead, so why set up a trap? Could it be he wants to trick me into reviving him?” Li Huowang asked.
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> Now that the true-false Heavenly Dao was in Ji Zai’s hands, he couldn’t possibly ask his future self for a divine ability. No matter how useless Ji Zai was, he definitely wouldn’t do something like strengthening the enemy.
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> He only controlled the Heavenly Dao of Confusion, not the Heavenly Dao of Feeblemindedness.
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> Without a divine ability, even if the Dice came back to life, he’d just be a cunning old con artist.
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> Li Huowang had seen with his own eyes how miserably the White Lotus Cult, which worshipped the Wusheng Old Mother, had fared after she lost all her Heavenly Daos.
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> “Don’t assume their motives are all that malicious. It’s not necessarily for selfish desires. The Sitting Oblivion Dao doesn’t need that many reasons to set traps—sometimes they do it just to mess with you.”
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> Hong Zhong propped up his chin, his expression almost identical to Li Huowang’s, both with furrowed brows.
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> The two of them stood there thinking for a long time, still unable to figure out what medicine the Dice was selling in his gourd.
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> After thinking for a bit, Li Huowang spoke up. “No matter what the Dice is up to, I definitely have to cultivate the false. Otherwise, I won’t even need to wait for his mine to blow—I’ll blow up first.”
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> “And since we now know there might be a mine, the situation isn’t too bad yet. We’ll find a way to swallow the candy coating and throw the shell back.”
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> Irritation showed on Hong Zhong’s face. “Do you think the Dice’s candy coating is that easy to eat? Speaking of which, why did you cultivate the true in the first place? Didn’t Zhuge Yuan tell you before he died not to practice this stuff first?”
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> “Don’t mention him to me! If I hadn’t cultivated the true, where would I get the strength to deal with the increasingly powerful Law Sect? Rely on the Great Thousand Record? You think Ba Hui is any more reliable?”
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> And just then, Li Huowang felt the incantation voices by his ear growing quieter and quieter. He knew his time was running out.
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> “I can’t stay in this damned place much longer. Let’s get out first!”
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> Hong Zhong thought for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. “After we get out, find a way to cultivate me into the true, turn me into something like that monk that stays by your side.”
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> “I’ll help keep watch for you. If the mine that Dice boss buried rears its head, I can warn you ahead of time.”
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> Looking at Hong Zhong in front of him, a thought suddenly flashed through Li Huowang’s mind.
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> “Is this guy telling me to do this because he’s scheming something? Maybe the Dice didn’t leave any trouble at all, and the trouble is him?”
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> “What are you thinking? Didn’t you say we’re out of time? Hurry up already!” Hong Zhong was starting to look anxious now.
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> “Let’s go.” With that, Li Huowang ran toward the direction of the incantation voices, and Hong Zhong quickly followed.
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> “How’s everyone been while I’ve been gone?” Hong Zhong suddenly asked.
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> “They’re fine. Life’s been much better for everyone since Gao Zhijian became emperor. Though the Lv family troupe is gone.”
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> “I know. I saw Lv Xiucai.”
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> The two hurried along. As time passed, the voices in Li Huowang’s ears grew fainter and fainter.
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> As the incantation voices faded away, Li Huowang clearly felt his body growing heavier. Walking was no longer light and floating but extremely laborious.
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> “Hurry!” Hong Zhong reached his hand out toward him.
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> “Now you’re in a hurry? Why’d you have time to chat idly with me just now?” Li Huowang grabbed his arm.
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> One behind the other, the two picked up speed.
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> Just as Li Huowang thought nothing would go wrong, the black mist to his left began to roil.
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> He’d seen this kind of disturbance once before. “Kuixie is coming!”
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> Li Huowang was just about to close his eyes when, this time, a corner of Kuixie’s body suddenly emerged from the black mist.
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> It looked like a formless mass, an inky black abyss cavern edged with pale white, a massive pit.
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> It was enveloped in a strange pale glow. Li Huowang struggled to describe the feeling Kuixie gave off—it was something that transcended terror and abnormality, something awe-inspiring.
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> And at that moment, the buzzing of the prayer wheel by his ear snapped Li Huowang back to his senses.
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> In that brief instant, Li Huowang realized his body had almost completely melted. Some things inside him were breaking free of his flesh and drifting toward the distant Kuixie.
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> Li Huowang immediately shut his eyes, prostrated on the ground, and dragged Hong Zhong toward the Mid-Yin Temple.
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> Clearly, he couldn’t move as fast as Kuixie. Li Huowang felt that trembling sensation again—that familiar pressure bearing down from above.
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> Li Huowang stopped moving at once and, with Hong Zhong, pressed himself flat on the ground, arduously waiting for Kuixie to pass.
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> The time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed. Half a stick of incense burned. A full stick burned. Yet that Mount Tai-like pressure still hadn’t lifted.
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> “What the hell is going on!” Li Huowang strained to crack open his left eye and look at the ground.
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> The next moment, Li Huowang froze. Everything around him had grown incomparably dim. It was a shadow—Kuixie’s shadow.
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> He didn’t know if it was part of Kuixie or Kuixie itself now lying motionless atop Li Huowang’s head.
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> “It’s found me?” Li Huowang felt as if he’d plunged into an ice cave. His whole body turned deathly cold.
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> This Si Ming who controlled death—even doing nothing posed an immense danger to Li Huowang right now.
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> Time ticked by slowly. Li Huowang felt his body steadily melting away, some things within him instinctively being drawn upward toward Kuixie.
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> “Can’t go on like this! Even if it’s a gamble, I can’t keep this up!” Li Huowang gritted his teeth, steeling his resolve.
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> He began to move, dragging Hong Zhong toward the Mid-Yin Temple, crawling with difficulty. “You can’t see me! You can’t see me!”
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> “Hong Zhong! Don’t just sit there! Use your Sitting Oblivion Dao tricks! Doesn’t matter if they work—just use them!” Li Huowang said with great effort.
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> But after shouting for a while with no response, he realized Hong Zhong had yanked his hand away.
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> Li Huowang looked down and saw the other sliding along the ground in the opposite direction. “Hong Zhong! What are you doing!”
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> Hearing the voice, Hong Zhong turned around and flashed Li Huowang his mahjong face.
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> Even under this Si Ming, the mahjong face was still full of mischief. “Yo, look who it is. Isn’t this Li Huowang? What a rare guest.”
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> “Damn it! An hour’s passed!”
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> (End of chapter)