Chapter 782: I'm Not Married Yet

Seeing the awful looks on Nangong Wan’s and the others’ faces, Shen Lang said, feeling a headache coming on, “I already told you, that wasn’t the Abyss Lord, just a wisp of his Soul Thought. Is this reaction really necessary?”

THUD! THUD!

The four of them, who had just managed to get back on their feet, collapsed again.

“You… you destroyed a wisp of the Abyss Lord’s Soul Thought. Doesn’t that mean he has his eyes on you now?” Nangong Wan was on the verge of tears.

‘This is even worse than killing the Abyss Lord himself!’

If they had actually managed to kill the Abyss Lord, that would have been the end of it.

But since it was only a Soul Thought, how could the Abyss Lord possibly let Shen Lang off the hook?

Out in the world, the cultivation of a King Martial Realm expert was enough to establish a sect, become a patriarch, or even found a small nation.

But here in the Dragon Scale Divine Hall, facing a terrifying existence like the Abyss Lord, the paltry power of a King Martial Realm was no different from that of an ant!

As long as the Abyss Lord was inside this Dragon Scale Divine Hall, no matter how many tricks Shen Lang had up his sleeve or how strong he was, it wouldn’t be enough to survive an attack from that being!

Being targeted by a figure like that… wasn’t it a death sentence?

‘Why does this little ancestor have to provoke such unimaginable enemies everywhere he goes?’

“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared! The Abyss Lord that appeared before us was just a tiny wisp of his Soul Thought, and Uncle Master has already taken care of it. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Monk Bu Se was the first to scramble up. While telling everyone not to be afraid in a booming voice, he darted behind Duanmu Xie and peeked around, as if worried the Abyss Lord might pop out from some corner at any moment.

Shen Lang waved his hand. “It’s not as complicated or dangerous as you think. The Abyss Lord and I have reached an understanding; he won’t be coming after me again. Still… I have many things to do in this Dragon Scale Divine Hall, and it would be more dangerous for you to stay with me. It’s best we part ways here.”

“Very well, very well!” Senior Brother Ouyang came forward and cupped his hands in a salute to Shen Lang. “In that case, the few of us will go on ahead. Young Master Lang, you must be extremely careful. This Dragon Scale Divine Hall is riddled with perils!”

Shen Lang nodded. “I understand. Thank you for the warning, Senior.”

Just then, Monk Bu Se peeked out from behind Duanmu Xie. “Uncle Master, I’m not busy. I should go with you. That way, we can watch each other’s backs.”

“Mm.” Shen Lang considered it for a moment, then nodded.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Senior Brother Ouyang led Nangong Wan and the other person toward the exit.

The three had only taken a few steps when Nangong Wan suddenly spun around. With an expression of utter charm and allure, she said to Shen Lang, “Xiaolang, I hear you’re quite close with Nanfeng Yao, is that right? I’m his aunt, you know!”

“Oh… Oh, hello, Auntie.” Shen Lang was slightly stunned.

Just as Shen Lang was about to offer a few polite words, he saw Nangong Wan throw him a flirtatious wink and say coyly, “And… I’m not married yet, you know!”

CLANG!

The fragment of the Xingtian Battle Armor that Shen Lang had just picked up fell to the ground.

“Hee hee, remember to come find me at the Imperial Dragon Sect~!” Nangong Wan giggled, then turned and followed the others with a sway in her hips.

That single, drawn-out syllable echoed endlessly in the corridor.

Drenched in cold sweat, Shen Lang shakily bent down to pick up the fragment of the Xingtian Battle Armor. He tried bending over twice, but his hand couldn’t quite reach it…

“Uncle Master, what’s wrong with you? Are you badly injured again?” Monk Bu Se asked, squinting his small eyes.

Shen Lang’s voice was a bit hoarse. “It’s… worse than being badly injured. I feel a chill all over, my legs have gone soft, and there’s this indescribable feeling of terror.”

Monk Bu Se put on an ‘I knew it’ expression. “Ah, feeling terror is the correct response!”

“Uncle Master Chaos said it long ago: women from the outside world are tigers; if you meet one, you must do everything to avoid them! This Nangong Wan is definitely the queen of tigers… Uncle Master, your courage is extraordinary. You didn’t show a hint of fear even when facing a terrifying Demon like the Abyss Lord, yet your legs turn to jelly in front of this woman. It just goes to show…”

Shen Lang gasped for breath and rolled his eyes. “Queen of tigers? For a monk, you seem to know a lot about women. Great. Next time, I’ll let you handle her!”

“Uh, please don’t! This disciple just meant to say that Uncle Master truly has an affinity with our Buddha. You’re definitely monk material! You must take the vows; it would be a disservice to the Buddha if you didn’t… Uh, Uncle Master, why are you raising that Armor fragment…? Never mind, this disciple will just go scout the path ahead for you.” Seeing that things were taking a bad turn, Monk Bu Se tried to make a run for it.

“Scout my ass, get back here!” Shen Lang snapped.

Monk Bu Se immediately came scurrying back.

Shen Lang’s voice grew serious. “I’m badly injured, and I have a lot I need to do. I’m about to enter a Magical Treasure. Afterward, this Magical Treasure will attach to you. You are to carry me and continue heading up. Understood?”

Monk Bu Se’s eyes lit up. “Amitabha! Such a powerful Magical Treasure exists? It can hold a living person? I’d also like to…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a white light flashed, and Shen Lang and Duanmu Xie vanished into thin air.

A tiny, unnoticeable speck of dust drifted down onto Monk Bu Se’s monastic robes.

Monk Bu Se was startled. He looked all around while simultaneously releasing his Divine Thought, repeatedly scanning his own body and the immediate vicinity.

Yet, within the corridor, aside from the faint Spiritual Qi fluctuations emanating from the Restrictions on the walls, he couldn’t detect any other Spiritual Qi fluctuations whatsoever.

It was as if Shen Lang had vanished completely, without a trace!

‘Magical Treasures that can hold living beings are usually things like the Beast Escape Chapter. But any Demon Beast that enters one can only remain in a deep sleep, and not for more than two or three months… Furthermore, the Beast Escape Chapter doesn’t have the power to block Divine Thought.’

‘Uncle Master’s Magical Treasure is incredible. I didn’t even see how he vanished. And there wasn’t the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Qi… It’s truly inconceivable!’

‘That’s right! Back on Cangxia Mountain, when the Celestial Demon appeared to launch a sneak attack, he seemed to vanish for an instant to dodge the Celestial Demon’s saber strike. Could this be the same item? But even a Magical Treasure capable of holding living things shouldn’t have been able to function under the suppressive power of a Celestial Demon. It’s too bizarre!’

‘Uncle Master is just full of secrets…’

Just then, Shen Lang’s voice suddenly echoed, “What are you muttering about? Do you plan to live out the rest of your days in this corridor? Get moving!”

“Amitabha! This disciple is going right now!” Monk Bu Se took off running as if his pants were on fire.

At this moment, deep within the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, Shen Lang was looking up into the air.

In the void, Zuo Wentian’s massive, illusory figure flickered, looking extremely unstable. His aura was far weaker than before.

It seemed the Heaven-Questioning Saber had consumed an immense amount of his power.

Unless he became a Ghost Cultivator and switched to practicing the Ghost Dao, even a figure like the “Sword Emperor” Zuo Wentian was incredibly weak after losing his physical body. Moreover, the consumption of his power was far greater than when he still had one.

But everything he was seeing now was a far cry from what Shen Lang had anticipated!

Shen Lang’s precision in controlling power was something that even Zuo Wentian at his peak might not have been able to surpass.

Therefore, he had expected that after Zuo Wentian exhausted his power to unleash the Heaven-Questioning Saber, he would be at his absolute weakest—so weak that he would have fallen into a deep slumber.

But the Zuo Wentian before him now, while certainly quite weak, was still alive and kicking compared to previous instances…

“Wentian, how are you feeling?”

Shen Lang asked, his expression uncertain and tinged with confusion.