Chapter 9 The Birth of the Mountain Treasure! The Grass Character Sword Technique
Perfect World, Imperial Pass.
Inside the Temple of Time and Space, Su Ling's hand holding the fishing rod paused slightly.
Just now, his divine sense covered the nine heavens and ten earths, capturing that scene in a corner of the eight lower realms.
"Stealing the beast milk from the Desolate Heavenly Emperor..."
Su Ling's lips twitched, and she chuckled to herself.
"I dare not touch this cause and effect."
Who is that child?
The future Desolate Emperor, who will rule over all ages.
Stealing his animal milk?
This isn't courting death.
Su Ling shook his head, then turned his gaze to the depths of the Cangmang Mountains.
There, an earth-shattering battle is unfolding.
Four terrifying auras clashed like four suns.
Each time they clashed, the mountains trembled and the void cracked.
The Devouring Sky Sparrow, Qiongqi, Vermilion Bird, and Zhuyan.
The four venerable beings are vying for the mountain treasure.
"Shanbao..."
In Su Ling's eyes, the slowly rotating Tai Chi diagram accelerated slightly.
Having thoroughly read the original work, he naturally knew what was hidden in the mountain treasure.
The core legacy of the previous Supreme Hall—
The Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Technique.
The true secret technique of the Celestial King level involves the essence of reincarnation.
There is also the Grass Sword Technique, the natal treasure of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, one of the Ten Fiends, which is said to be able to cut down the sun, moon and stars.
There is also the original true explanation of transcendence, the ultimate secret that even the Celestial King desires.
"It's definitely tempting."
Su Ling said softly, tapping her fingers lightly on her knee.
...
The eight realms of the lower realm, outside Shicun.
When the little one reached the village entrance, she froze.
At this time of day, villagers would normally be eating and resting inside their homes.
At this moment, the village entrance was crowded with people.
In the center of the crowd stood two strangers.
A man, a girl.
The man was around forty years old, with a delicate and handsome face, and wore a golden armor that gleamed in the firelight.
At this moment, he was frowning as he looked at the dying girl in his arms.
The girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, frighteningly thin, with a face as pale as paper, cracked lips, and weak breathing.
She wore a coarse cloth garment covered in patches, faded from washing, with the cuffs and trouser legs too short, revealing her wrists and ankles; she was thin and bony.
"This little girl is badly injured."
Village chief Shi Yunfeng stepped forward, his aged face showing concern.
He glanced at Xu Youwei, then at the magnificent armor on Chrysanthemum Douluo's body, and pondered in his heart.
These two are no ordinary people.
But in this desolate wilderness, walking around in such conspicuous armor is either foolish or shows real confidence.
Shi Yunfeng prefers the latter.
"Why are you so weak? Have you not eaten for a long time?"
Shi Yunfeng reached out to check Xu Youwei's pulse, his brows furrowing.
The pulse is weak and floating, indicating damage to all five internal organs and six bowels, as if it has been severely squeezed by a heavy object.
This injury would be dangerous even for an adult, let alone for a malnourished little girl.
"Fifth brother, go and get some warm water and meat broth."
Shi Yunfeng gave instructions to those behind him, then looked at Ju Douluo.
"Esteemed guest, please put the child down first. We have some herbs in our village that might be able to help her recover."
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan hesitated for a moment.
He had no interest in whether the common girl lived or died.
But with the broadcast happening across the entire mainland, his every move was being watched by millions of eyes.
If he stood by and did nothing, and this got back to the Spirit Hall, not only would Pope Bibi Dong seize the opportunity to make a scene, but he also wouldn't be able to explain himself to Grand Priest Qian Daoliu.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Ju Douluo forced a smile and gently handed Xu Youwei to the villager who stepped forward.
He moved carefully, even using his soul power to support her, ensuring the girl wouldn't suffer further injury.
—This is all for Tianmu's benefit.
As expected, countless ordinary people on the Douluo Continent developed a favorable impression of Chrysanthemum Douluo after witnessing this scene.
"Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo is truly kind-hearted..."
"A titled Douluo, how could he take such good care of a commoner girl?"
"The Spirit Hall truly is a sanctuary for us commoners!"
Ju Douluo couldn't hear these discussions, but he could guess them.
He sneered inwardly, but his expression remained increasingly gentle.
At that very moment—
"village head!"
A childish voice came from outside the crowd.
Everyone turned around and saw little Shi Hao push through the crowd and run to Shi Yunfeng.
Her face was deathly pale, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her body was stained with blood.
"Little one? What's wrong?"
Shi Yunfeng was startled and quickly squatted down to check.
"Did you go playing in the woods again and fall down?"
"no..."
The little one bit her lip, her tiny hands clutching Shi Yunfeng's clothes, her voice trembling with tears.
"Village chief, I...I killed someone."
"What?!"
Shi Yunfeng's expression changed drastically.
The surrounding villagers all fell silent, their eyes fixed on the little one.
"But he attacked first!" the little one hurriedly explained, speaking rapidly, "He suddenly appeared in front of me, naked, and even stole my animal milk! When I asked him to give it back, he turned into a big bear and tried to grab me..."
The little one stopped halfway through her sentence and turned to look at Chrysanthemum Douluo.
A hint of wariness and suspicion flashed in her large eyes.
Shi Yunfeng followed the little one's gaze to Chrysanthemum Douluo, a solemn expression on his face.
Could these two strangers be working with the naked person?
If that's the case, things probably won't end well today.
Ishimura doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either.
Moreover, they have the Willow Goddess behind them.
Thinking of this, Shi Yunfeng straightened up and looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo with a more scrutinizing gaze.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was startled at that moment.
He had just used his mental power to probe outside the village and indeed sensed a trace of residual soul power fluctuations.
Zhao Wuji is dead.
He was beaten to death by this child who looked only three or four years old.
Chrysanthemum Douluo broke out in a cold sweat.
What kind of monster is hiding in this village?
His mind raced, but his face quickly showed realization and apology.
"I see."
He bowed to Shi Yunfeng, his tone sincere.
"To be honest, the person killed by the children in your village just now was the fugitive we are chasing on this trip."
"This man is extremely vicious and has committed heinous crimes in our area. We have been chasing him all the way here, but we never expected that he would harm children. He deserves to die."
As Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke, he sighed, appearing deeply pained.
"I'm so sorry that the children in your village were frightened."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yunfeng's expression softened considerably.
Having lived to such an old age, he could naturally tell how much truth and how little falsehood Ju Douluo spoke.
But since the other party had offered him a way out, he didn't want to cause any further trouble.
"So that's how it is."
Shi Yunfeng nodded, and a smile returned to his face.
"Then we misunderstood. Since our distinguished guests have come from afar, why don't we come into the village to rest and have a bowl of hot soup?"
"Respect is not as good as obedience."
Upon entering the village, Shi Yunfeng arranged for Ju Douluo to rest in an empty stone house.
Xu Youwei was placed next door and was taken care of by several women.
At dinner time, Ju Douluo was invited to the bonfire in the center of the village to dine with the villagers.
Roasted meat, wild vegetable soup, and coarse flatbread.
The food was simple, but it smelled wonderful.
Chrysanthemum Douluo took a bite of the roasted meat, and his eyes lit up slightly.
Something's wrong with this meat.
The meat is tender and melts in your mouth. After swallowing, it transforms into a warm current that nourishes your limbs and bones.
Even his level 95 soul power has shown a slight increase.
[end of the chapter]