Chapter 775
Chapter 775
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 775
>Chapter Title: Supervising Heaven Division
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“Try it! Of course we’ll try it! I didn’t say we wouldn’t.” Gao Zhijian anxiously blocked Li Huowang’s path. “I’ll send men right away! As many as you need.”
“Forget it. Are they even qualified? They probably don’t even know which way the gates of the White Jade Capital open. I’ve been there. I’m a heart anchor for a sifate. This has to be me.”
“But if you insist on trying, we can do it together. Might improve the odds.”
Gao Zhijian reached out and gripped Li Huowang’s red Daoist robes tightly. “Senior Brother Li! Getting involved in a clash between sifates will be incredibly dangerous! You’ll die!”
“Fool, ever since we left Clear Wind Temple, you’ve been with me long enough. When have you ever seen me afraid to die?” Li Huowang’s robes instantly shifted from solid to ethereal, slipping right out of Gao Zhijian’s grasp.
Seeing Li Huowang leave just like that filled Gao Zhijian with urgent worry. He regretted not urging Senior Brother Li to go to Nanping for a decapitation strike instead—at least that would’ve been less dangerous.
“Junior Sister Bai, you should go talk him out of it. This is truly perilous.” Gao Zhijian hoped to find a solution through Bai Lingmiao.
Bai Lingmiao pursed her lips and shook her head sorrowfully. “If you can’t persuade him, what makes you think I can? Senior Brother Li is right. If we could truly solve this from the top, we wouldn’t have to worry about the Dharma Sect vanishing only for another cult to pop up. The world wouldn’t be suffering like it is now.”
“But this really will cost Senior Brother Li his life!”
Bai Lingmiao slowly clenched her fists. After a moment’s thought, she spoke. “I’ll have the White Lotus Sect lend him all our strength, myself included.”
As the two conversed, Li Huowang had already passed through the palace gates. He knew the direction but not exactly how to proceed.
Back then, Xuanpin had guarded against him like a thief, revealing nothing. If Li Huowang wanted to know how he’d helped other sifates deal with the Child God, he’d have to find out himself.
After a brief think, Li Huowang headed toward the Supervising Heaven Division outpost, hoping to uncover how Xuanpin had pulled it off.
Arriving at an official residence flanked by two stone lions, Li Huowang flashed the waist token of Great Liang’s Prop Commander and entered smoothly.
The place bustled with people, most there to exchange goods. The Supervising Heaven Division controlled them through its vast inner treasury of supplies.
After all, expecting them to fight the Dharma Sect on faith alone was unrealistic.
“Master.” Li Huowang, walking inward, thought he’d misheard. Turning, he spotted Lv Xiucai, whom he hadn’t seen in ages.
Compared to the naive youth at their first meeting, Lv Xiucai was utterly transformed. His scalp was gone from the head up, one eye socket an empty void, his pant legs empty flaps, and his mouth sunken from missing teeth.
He now truly resembled the “refined spirit” his father had once described—one tamed by Li Huowang.
Ragged and clad in fluttering tatters, Lv Xiucai propped himself up with his remaining hand on a modao, balancing like a one-legged rooster on his ruined body.
Spotting Li Huowang approach, Lv Xiucai leaned on the modao and hopped forward effortfully to greet him.
“What are you doing here?” Li Huowang frowned at the crutch-propped Lv Xiucai.
“No legs left, so I can’t walk fast. Thought I’d see if there’s a way here.” Lv Xiucai’s face showed a boyish shyness.
“When did you join the Supervising Heaven Division?”
“I didn’t join. Their inner treasury’s open to anyone fighting the Dharma Sect. You can trade for stuff. Didn’t you know, Master?”
“Why would I care about that crap?” Li Huowang eyed Lv Xiucai’s stumps, exasperated. “What did you chop your legs off for! How do you use the Great Thousand Record? Don’t you know to skin first? Worst case, chop the feet!”
“Master, I did skin, but sometimes tough foes need more. Chopping legs was all I could do.”
Li Huowang sighed softly. He knew losing limbs hurt far worse than skinning. Lv Xiucai must’ve faced real trouble to resort to this.
He’d assumed Lv Xiucai was dead or gone home. Never thought he’d still be around. “How’d you end up like this? Anyway, go home.”
Lv Xiucai shook his head with a smile. “Can’t, Master. Not till the Dharma Sect’s gone.”
Li Huowang glanced deeper into the Supervising Heaven Division. “I’ve got urgent business. Take care of yourself.”
“Safe travels, Master.”
Li Huowang took a few steps, then sighed and turned back. He drew his dagger and sliced open Lv Xiucai’s abdomen.
He then pulled a palm-sized humanoid skin from his own navel and stuffed it into the wound.
Pressing the edges together firmly, Li Huowang sealed Lv Xiucai’s belly instantly.
“Here’s a life for you. If it’s gone, go home. If you die, your Lv family line ends.” With a pat on the shoulder, Li Huowang walked away without looking back.
“Thanks, Master! Safe travels!”
Once Li Huowang vanished into the crowd, Lv Xiucai turned and hopped toward the exchange counter.
He traded his saved black cloth and left ear for Yangshou Pills, then used those to buy goods.
“What can I get you, sir?” A eunuch with copper coins pasted over his eyes approached with a fawning smile.
“Lost my legs. Any techniques or artifacts to get me standing again? Something to chase people faster?”
“Understood, sir. Please wait behind that screen. I’ll check right away.”
“Alright.” Lv Xiucai nodded and hopped behind the screen on his modao arm.
He’d gotten used to it; he hopped quite swiftly now.
Seated behind the screen, Lv Xiucai waited for the coin-eyed eunuch, touching the spot on his belly Master had just cut.
“What did Master give me? A life? Can it really save one?” As Lv Xiucai pondered curiously, several people entered from behind the screen.
Not the coin-eyed eunuch, but odd figures in large robes and tall hats. The moment they entered, Lv Xiucai smelled thick blood on them.
“Something you need?” Lv Xiucai wasn’t too worried—this was Supervising Heaven Division turf. No one would cause trouble.
“We’re fated.” The leading elder drew a bloody bamboo slip from his robe and pointed at the half-exposed Great Thousand Record in Lv Xiucai’s satchel.
(End of chapter)