Chapter 1113 - 562: Driven Mad
When Chen Xuantian regained consciousness, three days had already passed.
He’s no longer a fat man. Xuantian became thin, as emaciated as a skeleton on the verge of decay, incredibly gaunt like dry wood, the cost of compression from elixir residue, exhausted of Qi Blood Pill Essence, not a drop left. At some point, he was put back into place, his eyes filled with a murky grayness, void, lifeless, staring into the vast emptiness without blinking.
For these three days, he’s been staring, his eyes never drying, not knowing who he was or where he was, let alone what he was supposed to do, just drooling like a fool. Eating, drinking, and all other needs were taken care of by Chan Zi.
Ah, Chan Zi, this guy is really something fierce, four out of seven went crazy, and two were paralyzed; yet he remained unaffected, all the while carrying each of them back to the duck nest.
Yes, they went mad, all of them went mad—Li Yuanzhao went mad, Xu Wushe went mad, Pu Lao went mad, and Huan Sheng also went mad.
The four laughed, cried, made noise, babbling and mumbling incoherently, sometimes shouting, seeing who knows what, speaking who knows what. Chan Zi could only tie them to the pillars and pour congee from the soup pot into their mouths in turns.
As for the two paralyzed ones, among them, Yang Yunzhao was slightly better, just paralyzed, mostly due to old injuries that hadn’t healed, and he slept eight hours out of twelve during the day. But occasionally, when awake, he could help check the fire, poking this and touching that with his precious wand, ensuring everyone still had a breath left.
But never mind them for now—Chen Xuantian is currently wounded in both body and soul, skin and bones, trembling feebly, paralyzed for three days before his mind slowly restored enough to speak,
"Elixir... elixir..."
"Oh dear~ Just cooked some egg noodles, uh, though it might not actually be chicken... Anyway, it’s all stirred in the grass basket, just keep going!"
Chan Zi hurriedly shoveled the remaining half-bowl of egg noodles into his mouth.
Chen Xuantian glared at him,
"Elixir... medicine..."
"Okay, okay, it’s for you, it’s for you. This time, we all owe it to you! I’ll give it all to you, don’t worry, there’s more in the cauldron! You’ve been incapacitated for three days, eat slowly, don’t choke!"
Chan Zi fed him a couple more bites.
Chen Xuantian was furious,
"Damn..."
"Huh? Oh, okay, okay, here you go."
So Chan Zi fed him a handful of grass.
"I... damn... damn..."
After eating three handfuls of grass, Chen Xuantian finally got his point across, managing to direct Chan Zi to the Great Returning Pill stitched in the collar of his clothes, eventually feeding it into his mouth.
"Whew... Damn... A lifespan of twelve hundred years... nearly died here..."
Seeing that he finally recovered, Chan Zi was also relieved, squatting nearby with curiosity,
"Fatty, what was the situation before? How did you manage to kill that dragon?"
Oh, the dragon’s dead? That’s good.
What else could have happened; those two troublemakers said this move would work, so he used it, and it did work indeed.
Hmm, could you say this move was grand enough? A single move used up twelve hundred years of lifespan, summoning Old Immortal Nanhua, trading life for life, stubbornly swapping the mighty Cloud Dream Dragon King into death, peacefully passing this calamity.
Of course, if you were to ask if utilizing twelve hundred years of lifespan for a single move was worthwhile, well, that’s not easy to say. After all, some things are hard to retain even should you acquire them, and they’re not yours regardless of how unwilling you are to part with them.
Besides, Chen Xuantian understood long ago that in this world, wanting something means you have to pay something, and often even paying doesn’t guarantee you will get it back, nor can you reclaim what you’ve lost.
So it doesn’t matter how expensive they quote—if they’re willing to accept your money and get things done for you, it’s quite something indeed.
Of course, you might not have much money, unable to quote a high price, but they don’t care, as long as you have a life, they will make the deal.
As for how they get things done, Chen Xuantian really doesn’t know.
Yeah, because he doesn’t remember. Because he was using the Blood God’s Son for the summoning and sacrificed himself directly on the spot. After all, that’s what Blood God’s Son is used for—genuinely losing a life, worth a hundred years, Blood Talisman Technique is brilliant~~
Cough cough, in any case, Chen Xuantian’s Primordial Spirit was severely damaged, took him three days to recover. Now looking back, he doesn’t remember what happened after the summoning.
He only remembers that Ye Rong and Wang Cheng taught him a set of chant verses, a set of dance routines, but they weren’t in the cultivation technique recorded in the Wordless Heavenly Scripture, just ways they figured out to assist in summoning.
After all, essentially, rituals, sacrifices, spells, mantras—none of these are necessary. They are merely self-suggestive methods. Singing and dancing are just rhythm games, adjusting the brain to a frenzied state, facilitating the recall of Yellow Seal.
Yes, the crux is to use your Divine Sense, use your memory, use your thoughts to ’see’ again the bizarre and nauseating asymmetrical yellow runes you once saw but not quite. Write them in your mind, shoot them towards the sky, emit that everlasting electromagnetic wave, and when it matches its frequency, it will be summoned.
Right, it—Nanhua Immortal.
Once you see Nanhua Immortal, it will fulfill your wish, but the cost is lifespan, so don’t obliviously ask for immortality please... immortality is not within their scope of business, thank you...
All in all, judging by the current situation, the summoning succeeded, and the transaction was completed.