Chapter 382 - 200: Want to Show Off? Then I’ll Beat You Until You Howl

Chapter 382: Chapter 200: Want to Show Off? Then I’ll Beat You Until You Howl

The Crooked-mouth Daoist and the Lice Monk still couldn’t figure it out.

What in the world was going on?

Their jinx wasn’t working!

This wasn’t normal!

In the past, whenever they traversed the darkness and encountered even the most powerful taboos, the moment those entities came into contact with them, they would shriek strangely and flee as far as they could. They wouldn’t dare show the slightest bit of avarice.

Even scheming against them in secret was a fool’s errand.

Anyone who plotted against them in secret would be struck by karmic retribution, ending up with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, sores growing on their head, their cultivation regressing, and their looks utterly ruined...

This rule had been proven true time and time again.

And as for trying to kill them?

That was even more impossible!

The two were immune to all techniques.

Any attack that came their way would automatically be deflected; it was impossible to even lock onto them.

How else had the two of them survived for so many years, traversing the darkness?

It was all thanks to this ability, wasn’t it?

But today, they had finally taken a fall!

In countless years, they had never encountered a situation as bizarre as this!

"...It’s like this: we’re your countrymen. A long, long time ago, we also came from this world. Then we traversed the darkness, journeyed through it for a while, and we’ve only just returned!"

"That’s right, but we’ve never done anything evil. We’ve always been champions of justice..."

"Yes, yes! Championing justice is our virtue, and being eager to serve the common good is our quality..."

The two chattered on endlessly.

Chen Xuan, however, watched them with a grave expression.

’Journeyed through the darkness?’

’And returned from its depths?’

"Besides you two, are there any others?"

"No, just us. We haven’t seen anyone else!"

the Crooked-mouth Daoist said.

"Then where did you emerge from? How long have you been back?"

Chen Xuan inquired.

"We came out from the Dark Crossing. It hasn’t even been two days since we arrived."

the Lice Monk said.

They had originally planned to visit their old home and, while they were at it, fulfill a commission to scout out Feng Wuji and see what secret weapons he had prepared.

But they never, ever expected to run into an eccentric like Chen Xuan right after arriving!

"The Dark Crossing?"

Chen Xuan’s brows furrowed. "What kind of place is that?"

"You don’t know about the Dark Crossing? It’s an extremely secretive gathering place. One side connects to this world of light, the other to the darkness. You could call it the border between light and darkness. All sorts of Martial Artists from the darkness and the Grotto Heavens gather there. You’ve really never been?"

The Lice Monk looked at him suspiciously and said,

"Oh, right, that God Fetus from before is also running toward the Dark Crossing. We secretly left a mark on him. No matter where he runs, we can sense him!"

"There’s a place like that?"

Chen Xuan looked baffled.

He could definitely sense the God Fetus frantically fleeing in a single direction.

But he never imagined there was such a bizarre place as the Dark Crossing in this world.

"Yes, the Dark Crossing is a chaotic mix of all sorts. You can find anything there. With your level of strength, you should really go check it out!"

said the Crooked-mouth Daoist.

"So from the sound of it, you’re very familiar with the place?"

Chen Xuan’s gaze was cool as he swept his eyes over them.

"We were very familiar with it before, but after our journey, we’re not quite as up-to-date. Still, we can definitely show you around."

The Crooked-mouth Daoist chuckled. "It has the largest Marketplace. Some creatures from the darkness like to sell their wares there, and Martial Artists from the Grotto Heavens love to go there to shop. Plus, a lot of Demons and Monsters like to hide out there year-round. All in all, for that God Fetus to head straight there after waking up... he’s a clever one."

"Is that so?"

Chen Xuan’s eyes turned cold. "What are the general Cultivation levels of the people there?"

"There’s every Cultivation level imaginable. The stronger you are, the better you live! The strongest are masters at the Dharma Realm who oversee things."

the Lice Monk said with a laugh.

"Alright. You wanted to be friends, didn’t you? Come with me and we’ll have a look. Let’s go!"

With an icy look in his eyes, Chen Xuan turned and walked away.

That God Fetus could not be allowed to live!

He had to find it! And smash it to death!

’How dare it bear such malice toward me!’

’Ascending from demon to god?’

’I’ll smash you into paste and see how godly you are then!’

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The monk and the Daoist scrambled up from the ground and quickly followed Chen Xuan.

Even though one was partially paralyzed and the other had a crooked mouth, slanted eyes, and hands like chicken claws, they weren’t the least bit slow. WHOOSH—they were right behind Chen Xuan.

Faced with Chen Xuan’s bizarre constitution, the two were dying to follow him day and night; they wanted nothing more than to study him from top to bottom.

Until they figured out the source of Chen Xuan’s strange constitution, neither of them would be able to eat or sleep in peace.

...

「Meanwhile.」

At the Dark Crossing.

In the dim, pitch-black environment, shadowy figures stretched as far as the eye could see—a gathering of all kinds of Demons and Monsters.

Inside a spacious, hidden residence.

The God Fetus that had fled all this way was now inside, recuperating.

He had already consumed the most precious soul-calming Spirit Medicine, capable of nourishing both the soul and the divine fetus itself.

He had fled in a desperate panic without daring to stop for a moment, and his divine fetus had been severely drained.

CREAK—the door was pushed open.

Two figures walked in from outside.

The man in the lead was burly and middle-aged, clad in a black robe. His face was grave as he sat down heavily in a chair and looked at the God Fetus before him. "Young Master, how did you end up in such a state? According to the schedule, this isn’t the right time for your birth. You were supposed to wait at least another half a month!"

"I wanted to wait, but there wasn’t enough time."

The God Fetus opened its eyes and said, "My trail was discovered. Corpse Refining Mountain couldn’t protect me. The longer I stayed, the greater the danger. My only choice was to trick the people of Corpse Refining Mountain into performing a blood sacrifice of the town for me."

"And I have to say, that bunch from Corpse Refining Mountain was surprisingly obedient. To this day, they still think I’m their patriarch. Not only did they willingly blood-sacrifice the town for me, but they even volunteered to cover my retreat, holding off an Outer Saint expert."