Novel Full Chapter 1160 - 333: Dao Fruit Transforms, Mo City Sovereign—Invincible With Me; Great Vista’s First City Confronts Ji Moli [Seeking Monthly Ticket]
Chapter 1160: Chapter 333: Dao Fruit Transforms, Mo City Sovereign—Invincible With Me; Great Vista’s First City Confronts Ji Moli [Seeking Monthly Ticket]
“My lord.”
“Hmm.”
Yue Huanglong, smiling with a face full of geniality, handed the counted Qiankun Jade to Li Che.
“Most of my treasures are stored in the City Lord’s Mansion’s treasury, but among the Qiankun Jade I carry, the best is a Four Imperial Upper Divine Crystal… meant to complete the [Fetus Head God Transformation].”
Li Che was slightly startled.
A flash of surprise flickered in his eyes: “Four Imperial Middle Divine Crystal?!”
No wonder he’s the Dao Master of Qianyuan Taoist City… A Four Imperial Middle Divine Crystal is extremely rare and precious!
Typically, cultivators of Divine Embryo Fourth Divine Transformation can only afford a Four Imperial Middle Divine Crystal, mainly because the Four Imperial Upper Divine Crystal is too valuable!
Besides the Divine Crystal, there were also some martial arts pills, but unfortunately, something like the Three-Colored Heavenly Pill of Four Imperial Middle Rank, the best quality was merely a Four Imperial Lower Rank, produced by the Guangling Dao Heavenly Pill Divine Sect’s Four Imperial Lower Rank Hundred Herb Great Return Martial Heavenly Pill.
Divine Pills of Four Imperial Rank, in the Heavenly Pill Divine Sect, are referred to as Heavenly Pills, classified as Martial Heavenly Pills and Divine Heavenly Pills.
They serve the Martial Path and the path of Divinity respectively. The Heavenly Pill Divine Sect is very clear in its categorization, with strong targeting and professionalism.
After all, one should not take the wrong medicine.
As for the martial arts techniques and divine methods, as well as precious spiritual wood and divine sculptures, there were basically none. After all, coming out to watch the excitement, Yue Huanglong wouldn’t necessarily carry those good things on him.
Of course, if Li Che truly needed the martial arts techniques and divine methods, he could directly ask Yue Huanglong.
He unceremoniously received the Divine Crystals and Four Imperial Martial Pills that had been counted.
What would a dead man like Yue Huanglong need Heavenly Pills for?
Lv Taibai might have sensed something about Yue Huanglong’s state but still handed over that Four Imperial Middle Three-Colored Heavenly Pill.
He was quite straightforward.
“Old Yue, can you open the Heavenly Gate now?”
Li Che suddenly thought of a question.
He still remembered when he killed Yue Huanglong, who seemed to burn his whole body of fat to open the Heavenly Gate…
Upon hearing this, Yue Huanglong’s naive smile disappeared from his face.
He looked at Li Che, becoming more solemn.
“My lord… I was just about to report to you.”
“Previously, when besieging the Heavenly Pill Vajra Avatar of the Guangling Dao Heavenly Pill Divine Sect Master Gu Changqing, I burned my whole body’s fat, and my Heavenly Person Sensing surged. Logically, I should have sensed the Heavenly Gate…”
“However, I couldn’t open the Heavenly Gate. Instead…”
“I sensed another portal!”
Yue Huanglong said gravely.
On the small black-covered boat, Li Che’s eyes also became serious.
“Another portal? Not the Heavenly Gate?”
“Did that gate originate from the Netherworld?”
Li Che suddenly thought, asking in a deep voice.
Yue Huanglong nodded.
“That portal is entirely different from the Heavenly Gate, burning with black ink-like flames, forming a portal, as if…”
“Prison Lotus Fire!”
Li Che’s breath suddenly tightened.
…
…
Qianyuan Taoist City.
Daoist Master Mansion.
A torrential downpour, with thunder flashing and booming from behind the winter clouds, created a deafening roar.
Amidst the splendid gardens of the Daoist Master Mansion, in an octagonal pavilion.
The Young Taoist Master Yue Weizheng sat there, trembling all over, utterly drained of strength.
His son, Yue Linghu, had accompanied the Yellow Dragon Mysterious Wood Treasure Ship to the Divine Capital.
However, his father Yue Huanglong and the Qianyuan Taoist City Divine Guard Marshal Yan Jing had also disguised themselves and followed the Yellow Dragon Mysterious Wood Treasure Ship.
This matter, Yue Weizheng was aware of.
Yet, ten days have passed, and at the speed of the Nine-layered Yellow Dragon Mysterious Wood Treasure Ship, it should reach the Divine Capital in a few days.
But Yue Huanglong and Yan Jing… still haven’t returned!
Yue Weizheng is not foolish. After such a long absence, something must have happened…
He sent spies to investigate and learned of the Nine-layered Yellow Dragon Mysterious Wood Treasure Ship being attacked by the Corpse God Cult and the King Hunter Killers.
But the Corpse God Cult was repelled, and the attacking King Hunter Killer was even slain…
This meant that the treasure ship continued unimpeded towards the Divine Capital.
But…
What about his father?!
The father who supposedly went to watch the excitement?!
Yue Weizheng’s body trembled.
He felt himself become overwhelmingly hollowed inside.
Yue Huanglong had always been a mountain pressing over him, giving him immense pressure, yet also serving as his greatest confidence and support.
And now…
The mountain… has collapsed.
The torrential rain pounded the black tiles of the octagonal pavilion.
Suddenly.
Yue Weizheng’s gaze turned towards the distant garden, where he saw a scholar in a Confucian robe, holding an oiled paper umbrella, quietly standing there, looking at him.
“Fang Hanshu?!”
Yue Weizheng was startled!
“You…”
Fang Hanshu stroked his silky beard, lifted a finger to his lips.
Then Yue Weizheng saw Fang Hanshu elegantly take a mask from his robe and put it on his face.
With just one glance, Yue Weizheng’s pupils shrunk to their limit, releasing boundless fear.
His body shook violently.
With a thud.
He knelt on the ground.
“I…”
“I want to live.”
…
…
Creak creak——
The sound of sails flapping and snapping in the wind echoed endlessly.
The Yellow Dragon Xuanmu Ship broke through the waves, speeding swiftly on the river, moving quickly as dense fog churns, turning visibility nearly zero.
“Father!”
“Catch this!”
On the deck, Xi Xi held the Prison Lotus Yang Divine Sword, shouting loudly, as the Wind Fire Golden Wheel underfoot spun rapidly, sparking countless fire darts, creating afterimages, circling Li Che.
Li Che’s robes fluttered, with a gentle smile on his lips.
He stood in the center, waiting for Xi Xi’s move.