Chapter 1125 - 567: The Maoshan Path
Of course, you can call for a pause. Do you want it to get out that the grand Mystic Sect, the world’s overlord, needed to resort to a tag team, nine against one, to wear out a Golden Core junior to death before winning?
Obviously, you can’t call an infinite number of pauses. A tea time’s worth to stop bleeding, heal up, restore some Qi, take a sip of water, moisten your throat, and take a leak is about it.
So, immediately, Triangular Eyes Golden Fish Head rushed over to knead his shoulders and massage his legs, serving tea and handing water.
"Brother, brother, is the pressure okay? Need me to exert more force?"
Ji Qingyan, while massaging Chen Xuantian’s shoulders, alternated injecting the Red Evil and Profound Nether Qi into the scapula to recharge and nourish Qi.
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
"OOO!"
Chen Xuantian shook his legs and pouted, Ji Qingyan immediately understood. Chen Xuantian is a balance of Water and Fire, Dragon and Tiger Golden Core. The previous two bouts drained his Water Thunder Water Escape and Bubble Shadow too much, so Ji Qingyan immediately focused on increasing the Xuanming Dao Power infusion.
"Hmm~ Ah~~ Tui!"
Chen Xuantian was quite satisfied, rinsing his mouth and spitting out the ginseng tea.
Xia Baishu quickly refilled his bowl with the teapot, fanning with a small fan, winking and suggesting strategies to the five-colored clouds gathering in the sky making their plans.
"Brother, I heard they’re planning to send out a Maoshan for the next round. Are you confident? Do you need a couple of pointers?"
"Mmm mmm!"
Chen Xuantian poured out a handful of the ginseng pills he had just received, chewed them, then continued to rinse with ginseng tea, only retaining the essence from the first mouthful to nourish his Dao Body. The rest couldn’t be digested instantly, and having soup in his stomach wasn’t suitable for battle, so he spat it out.
"Alright! Brother is certainly the hero among the young! Since you’re confident, we won’t say much. However..."
Golden Fish Head nodded repeatedly, suddenly opened the fan and leaned closer to whisper,
"Traditionally, the three death stages are the hardest. I see danger hidden in the fourth, seventh, and ninth stages, so be on guard.
I know among them, there’s one surnamed Yu, who is the most formidable. This person is a disciple of the Yuxu Palace of Xieluo Mountain, is truly skilled, and well-known in Jianghu, highly regarded as part of the Five Heroes of Xieluo. His fellow disciples achieved Nascent Soul a long time ago.
However, he used to fight too fiercely, sustaining numerous injuries, and later was betrayed and crippled, so his Taoist Body has deficiencies, stopping him from advancing realms and making him wander around seeking fortune and healing.
He usually won’t make a move easily. If he’s just here for fun, it’s fine. But if he ends up being pushed out for the final act, be extremely careful. It clearly means they’re backed into a corner, betting their luck on your life.
Brother, you’re not as you were before, now heavily injured with fate hanging by a thread. Yield when necessary; flexibility is strength, there’s no shame in it. Of course, if he’s not appearing in the death stage, then that’s another story. It might just be a plea for you to help him disintegrate in battle; you can have some fun with him."
"Hmm..."
Chen Xuantian squinted and nodded.
"Alright, alright, I’m all charged up."
Ji Qingyan patted Chen Xuantian’s shoulder, brushing off Xiao Yan’s brains from his sleeve, smiling and asking,
"Brother, this time counts as helping us get through, by the rules, we can gift you a couple of treasures to help.
I see you’re empty-handed, which isn’t convenient for overcoming tribulations. How about two weapons? Is there anything you fancy?"
Chen Xuantian spat out the ginseng tea residue, stood and stretched his muscles and bones,
"Any of the eighteen weapons will do, just get me a couple of swords."
"Alright, alright, I just checked your root bone and Qi veins and found something that fits you perfectly!"
Ji Qingyan rolled up his sleeves, dramatically revealing a magic treasure.
Chen Xuantian took a closer look, wow, it really was two swords. And they truly seemed meant for him, being a pair of Female and Male Dragon Tiger Swords.
One long sword, four feet three inches, the blade forged from Mystic Iron, its edge tempered with thousand-layered ice ripples, the spine engraved with Kui patterns hiding scales, near the hilt embedded with Gui Water True Yin Cloud Seal, sword inscribed Longyuan.
One short weapon, two feet two inches, blade wide like a knife, material unknown if red copper or gilt, spine of seven notches interlocking like tiger vertebrae, the hilt depicting a Suan Ni treading fire, sword inscribed Tiger Blade.
Although this pair of Dragon Tiger Swords can’t be considered high-tier Divine Weapons, being kept by these two collectors means they’re tough and battle-hardened veteran blades. Each sword’s engravings still faintly present lingering, indelible bloodstains. With a casual swing, you can feel the howling sword wind, chillingly cold blades, brimming with a menacing aura.
Chen Xuantian eyed them curiously,
"Where did brother get this fine pair of swords?"
Ji Qingyan shrugged,
"Snatched it."
Golden Fish Head, "Ahem."
Ji Qingyan, "Picked up, picked up, it was lying on the ground, so I picked it up."
Chen Xuantian pouted, knowing these things probably weren’t cleaned properly. But when you’re in constant tribulation, what’s the big deal about death? Whatever.
"Thanks to the brothers for looking out."
"Keep up the good work!" "Give it your all!"
Rest time concluded, the coach exited, and the fourth round began.
"I am Fang Datong, Taoist name Clearheart, practicing asceticism in Shangqing Dao at Sanmao Temple on Juqu Mountain’s Sanmao Peak. Greetings to my senior brother."
Fang Datong politely saluted, wearing a spotless Daoist robe, with rosy lips and white teeth, brightly featured, looking more amicable than the previous ones. His whole being was wrapped in a blue-white cocoon of Dao Breath, slowly descending into Yunmeng Swamp.
Yet Chen Xuantian couldn’t be bothered to engage much. Once on the field, it’s a battle of life and death. Besides, this appearance of delicate skin and flesh, in the mere Golden Core realm, to have mastered Shangqing Demon Suppression Divine Skill? And even having a Taoist name? Clearly, this is an old relic reborn! Just who are you trying to fool!