Chapter 1154: Chapter 1155: Second Elder Creatively Punishes Huazi Chapter 1154: Chapter 1155: Second Elder Creatively Punishes Huazi In everyone’s eyes, the arena had disappeared, and even with Huazi’s clarity restored, the scene before them was still not real, but an illusion created by Xueyuan using Domain Power.
All around had completely transford into aghostly landscape, as if they had arrived in the Netherworld, with a huge Ghost Gate standing in front of them. Behind the gate towered pavilions and terraces shrouded in ghostly Qi, with countless wronged spirits coming and going, as if it were truly a playground for ghosts and goblins.
A black river flowed quietly, and on the Naihe Bridge, paper people walked in pairs, carrying a palanquin, shakily stepping toward the Second Elder. From the palanquin, a delicate hand reached out, holding a bowl of water, and slowly extended it toward him.
At this mont, even the Second Elder, with his considerable strength, had his vision blur ever so slightly. Xueyuan’s lips curved into a slight arc, conjuring up nurous beauties, surrounded by a scene of blossoming spring, singing and dancing in abundance, as if it were a mortal Immortal Realm. Several young won took hold of the Second Elder’s hand together and passed the bowl filled with soup into his hands.
Just as he was about to drink the soup in the bowl, the Second Elder’s lean body suddenly trembled involuntarily, and then his eyes snapped open, glaring furiously at the young won before him. Golden light burst from the Dragon Head Cane in his hand, and with one swing, he shattered all the dancing girls in front of him.
“Dammit, you’re insulting !”
The Second Elder burst into a rage. He was a castrated man, and Xueyuan had actually used beauties to tempt him, wasn’t this mockery?
His figure blurred as he rushed towards Xueyuan, raising his cane and smashing it down fiercely.
“You’re in a hurry, not even opening your domain, how could you defeat ?”
Xueyuan’s mouth held a hint of a cold smile, not dodging or avoiding, letting the cane strike his body, turning into a puff of smoke that dissipated between heaven and earth. Within his domain, he could manipulate at will; this old thing didn’t use his domain and couldn’t catch him.
From all around, more skeletal hands attacked, grabbing the Second Elder’s collar and pouring bowls of ng Po Soup into his mouth.
The Yellow Springs Verdant Fall targeted the Divine Soul, aiming to take the opponent into the depths of the Netherworld forever. Once ng Po Soup was ingested, one would endure the most painful mories of their life, to be assaulted to death amidst strangeness and inauspiciousness.
Layers of light screens burst forth from the Second Elder’s body, spreading out from above his head. These were his mories, not pleasant ones, causing his withered face to crinkle into a mass of wrinkles.
Li Xiaobai and the others looked up, and in the image was a thatched cottage, where a handso young man was talking with a middle-aged man.
“What’s your na?”
“I have no na.”
“You’ll take my surna, from now on you’re called Zhang Liancheng, aning one person can defend dozens of cities.”
“Thank you, sir, for the na!”
“From now on, serve as your master, any objections?”
The middle-aged man sat on a straw mat, asking indifferently.
“No objections, as long as my master provides with food.”
The handso young man’s lower half was covered in blood, but his expression was calm, as if the severed half wasn’t his at all.
“I have all sorts of Cultivation Techniques here, whatever you want, just say the word.”
The middle-aged man said.
“I want immortality, please grant the Divine Skills for everlasting life.”
The young man didn’t hesitate and spoke directly.
“This ‘Longevity Skill’ prolongs life and is suitable for you; how much it prolongs your life depends on you.”
The middle-aged man was not soone to dither, his face as tranquil as a still ancient well, he reached out, pulling out a scroll and tossing it to the young man.
The handso young man accepted the cultivation technique, imdiately bowed his head in thanks, thumping his forehead against the ground three tis before he stood up.
This was a mory from when the Second Elder originally followed the old Island Master.
What followed were fragnted scenes of chaos and war. After spending years in hiding, being pursued and sought after, the old Island Master’s power surged, slaughtering all invaders and reclaiming Ice Dragon Island.
The scene shifted to the mont when the middle-aged man took the throne as Island Master.
In the shadows, the handso young man ruthlessly eliminated the remnants of the imperial bloodlines one by one. Then, the old Island Master died, with him and a woman both kneeling before the bed before his death.
“How about I beco Island Master? You know well, and my cultivation level can cover the world.”
That’s what he had said, but the old Island Master shook his head. He placed the crown on the woman’s head, and from that day forward, she beca the Island Master of Ice Dragon Island, and he continued to serve as the servant of the Dragon Race.
The images shown in the void were chaotic, the mories not only blurred but also fragnted, as though so force had scrambled them.
Xueyuan’s brows furrowed. Logically, a person being controlled shouldn’t present this type of deanor; they should’ve been exposed to deeper, more painful mories.
“Nevermind, I’ve got control now. Next, I’ll kill that brat and reclaim the Dragon Race bloodline. Ti to make my escape!”
Xueyuan muttered to himself, his Yellow Springs Verdant Fall Divine Skill enveloping the entire island. Several cultivators of the Saint Realm were also affected. All he needed was a mont’s opportunity, and he could kill Li Xiaobai and take Long Xue with him.
His form flickered, transforming into a blood-red shadow darting towards Li Xiaobai.
But the mont he stepped forward, an icy chill from deep within him surged to his forehead, uncontrollably sending a shiver down his spine.
A strong sense of crisis compelled him to imdiately stop; his body rged into the void and he swiftly fled. Just then, a resounding boom echoed where he had been standing, as a massive, bottomless pit was violently carved out.
The Second Elder could be seen casually holding the Dragon Head Cane in one hand, the other behind his back, looking entirely at ease—drastically different from how he had appeared, unconsciously lost in mories, monts before.
“You, you, you…”
“How is this possible!”
“You were clearly covered by my Domain Power, you should’ve been digging up old mories, how could you regain clarity so instantly!”
Xueyuan’s face paled dramatically, as he completely failed to understand the situation.
“Heh, a bunch of little ghosts trying to delve into this old man’s mories?”
“The ans of the Blood Demon Sect are still as despicable and lowly as ever. The mories I released just now were intentionally allowed to be seen, it was ant as a show for that young girl.”
“I’ve said it before, the position of Island Master should have been mine. Your thods are too sloppy. Had it not been for , Ice Dragon Island would have been ruined at your hands! You, the eternal sinner of the Dragon Race, how can you still have the face to remain on Ice Dragon Island!”
“Now that this matter is settled, I, the Second Elder, decree your expulsion. From now on, this island ought to be under my control!”
The Second Elder looked towards the Island Master, hidden in the corner, and coldly said.
The Island Master’s face turned ashen; she had nothing to say in her defense.
The Second Elder’s deanor remained indifferent, yet Li Xiaobai, standing by, noticed sothing amiss—he could see a wisp of white smoke escaping from the corner of the Second Elder’s mouth as he spoke. That was Huazi’s smoke.
This old man wasn’t completely immune to the Yellow Springs Verdant Fall Divine Skill; he used Huazi to maintain clarity in his Spiritual Platform, concealing Huazi under his tongue to inhale its smoke, coming up with such a clever trick on his own. The Second Elder wasn’t as straightforward as he seed!
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