bacchusnovels Chapter 82 Senior, this kid is a monster!
Chapter 82 Senior, this kid is a monster!
The entire massive underground ice cave was deathly silent.
The only sounds were the old master's heavy breathing and the "drip-drip" of his shoulder wound falling onto the ice.
He leaned against the cold wall, his eyes wide, his mouth half-open, completely dumbfounded.
What just happened?
The old master's mind went blank, as if he had been struck by lightning, and it was buzzing.
All he remembered was that the ancient demon who called himself the Xuanming Ancestor crippled him in one move and then tried to possess Ma Cong's body.
He remembered that a blinding golden light suddenly burst forth from Ma Cong's body.
And then... and then that incredibly powerful Heavenly Immortal, who made him unable to even muster the thought of resistance, just... disappeared?
Like a punctured balloon, it just popped and disappeared?
"Am I...am I fucking dreaming?"
The old master pinched his thigh hard, the intense pain making him grimace, and confirming that this was not a dream.
All of this is real!
He struggled to his feet, ignoring the still-bleeding wound on his shoulder, and limped over to Ma Cong's side.
He crouched down, his hand trembling as he reached out to check Ma Cong's breath.
He's breathing! He's still alive!
The old master's heart, which had been in his throat, finally felt half relieved.
He then placed his hand on Ma Cong's wrist and felt a faint but steady pulse. Although Ma Cong had fainted, he was still alive.
"call……"
The old master plopped down on the ground, letting out a long sigh, feeling as if all his strength had been drained away.
The sudden turn of events just now had a huge impact on him.
It's more outrageous than everything he's ever seen in his hundred-plus years of life combined!
A mortal immortal who has reached the elixir stage killed a celestial immortal with a single finger.
Who would believe that if I said that?
Let alone others, even he himself, when he saw it with his own eyes, felt like he was listening to gibberish.
A Celestial Immortal!
What does that mean? It means being beyond the realm of mortals, beginning to touch upon the laws of heaven and earth! It means being a true terrestrial deity!
Let alone one, even ten or a hundred immortals like him would be no different from ants in front of him.
But Ma Cong, with just a casual flick of his finger...
The old celestial master's gaze was fixed on the unconscious Ma Cong, his eyes filled with shock, doubt, confusion, and a trace of... fear.
Who exactly is this kid?
monster!
What a monster!
He used to think Ma Cong was a genius, a monster, because of his fast cultivation speed. Now it seems that his definition of "monster" was too conservative.
This isn't a monster, it's clearly a god in human skin!
Could it be... that this kid is the reincarnation of some ancient powerful being? Did he awaken the power of his past life at the critical moment of life and death?
This was the most mystical explanation that the old Taoist master could think of.
He couldn't think of any other possibility besides this.
He shook his head, clearing these chaotic thoughts from his mind. Now was not the time to think about such things; the most important thing was to get out of this awful place as soon as possible.
Although the Xuanming Ancestor is dead, who knows if there are other dangers here?
Moreover, Ma Cong is currently unconscious and he himself is seriously injured. Staying here for even a second longer increases the danger.
The old master struggled to his feet and first glanced at the wound on his shoulder.
The wound wasn't large, but it was covered in a layer of black, chilling energy that was relentlessly eroding his flesh and veins, preventing it from healing. That chilling power was a hundred times more domineering than the cold air in the ice cave.
"Damn, that's really something!"
The old master cursed and mobilized his already limited pure yang energy to slowly dispel the black energy. This process was slow and exhausting.
He tended to his wounds and then turned his gaze to the center of the ice cave.
The enormous altar that had imprisoned the Xuanming Ancestor for ten thousand years was now covered in cracks, and the ice spikes and chains that had pierced the demon had all shattered into ice shards.
In the very center of the altar, where the icicles used to be, a strange plant is now growing quietly.
It is entirely black, only the size of a palm, with three leaves shaped like human joints. At the tip of each leaf blooms a ghostly blue flower that flickers like a will-o'-the-wisp.
An extremely cold, yin energy emanated from the flower.
"Netherworld Bone-Tempering Flower!"
The old master's eyes lit up immediately.
You search high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly!
They risked their lives to come here for this thing. Unexpectedly, it appeared on its own as soon as that old devil died.
That makes sense. This flower is an extremely yin substance, and the Xuanming Ancestor was a demon king for ten thousand years. The place where he was suppressed was precisely the place with the heaviest yin energy. This flower probably grew by absorbing the demonic energy he emitted and the yin energy of this place.
The old celestial master dared not be negligent; he carefully walked to the edge of the altar.
Now that Xuanming is dead, the terrifying pressure in the entire ice cave has disappeared, leaving only pure coldness.
He took out a jade box from his storage artifact, a box specifically used to preserve rare and precious materials. Then, he channeled his inner energy and dug out the frozen soil beneath the flower, placing it intact into the jade box.
Only after closing the lid was the chilly aura shut off.
"Done!"
The old master breathed a sigh of relief; the purpose of this trip had finally been achieved.
The next step is to figure out how to get Ma Cong, this "precious treasure," out of the country.
He walked over to Ma Cong and tried to carry him on his back.
But as soon as he exerted force, a heart-wrenching pain shot through the wound on his shoulder, almost making him cry out.
"Damn it, this injury couldn't have come at the worst possible time."
The old master grinned.
He glanced at Ma Cong's physique; a tall man over 1.8 meters with a solid physique and considerable weight.
Given his current injured state, it's a pipe dream for him to carry Ma Cong out of this ice cave that's thousands of meters deep.
What should I do?
We can't just leave this kid here, can we?
Putting aside the fact that the two are friends, just considering the kindness Ma Cong showed him by saving his life with that finger, he couldn't possibly do such a thing.
What's more, this kid himself is a huge treasure, and he still has a lot of questions he wants to ask.
The old celestial master circled Ma Cong twice, looking worried.
"Got it!"
He suddenly slapped his thigh and pulled out another item from his storage artifact.
It was a seemingly ordinary hemp rope, but it was covered with intricate runes.
This is a "Cowherd Rope" that he obtained from a wandering monk when he was young. Although the name is a bit rustic, it is quite useful. It can be lengthened or shortened at will and is extremely tough.
He wrapped one end of the ox-leading rope around Ma Cong's waist and under his armpits several times, tying a tight knot.
Then, he leaned against Ma Cong and slung the other end of the rope across his uninjured shoulder like a suspender.
"Sorry, kid, the conditions are tough, so I have no choice but to drag you along like this."
The old master muttered something to himself, then took a deep breath and began to exert his power.
Using his own body, like a rope puller, he dragged the unconscious Ma Cong step by step, laboriously making his way towards the exit of the ice cave.
His steps were slow, each one heavy.
The cold ground was slippery, and he had to watch his step at all times to avoid falling.
The wound on his shoulder started bleeding again due to the exertion, staining his Taoist robe red.
That chilling black energy was still constantly fighting against and consuming the pure yang energy within his body.
The old master gritted his teeth, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He never imagined that he would one day be in such a sorry state.
However, when he looked back at Ma Cong, whom he was dragging behind him, who was unconscious but breathing steadily, he felt that it was all worth it.
"Kid, you'd better wake up soon."
"My old bones can't take this kind of torment anymore..."
His voice sounded somewhat lonely and weary in the empty, winding ice wall passage.