Chapter 202: Storms Rising, Hua Luofei and Luo Qingyu
"No way!" exclaimed Tu Shan Qingxuan, staring in surprise at Chu Xiu's figure.
"Has he already comprehended it successfully?"
Ming Yaozi frowned and said firmly, "Impossible."
"Even for someone like me, it would take more than half a year to comprehend this secret technique."
"No matter how talented he is, he can't have comprehended it successfully in just a few days."
Man Long, the son of the Barbarian God, spoke in a muffled voice, offering a more reasonable guess. "He may have reached a bottleneck in his understanding and wants to bombard the stone tablet again to continue to comprehend the Dao rhyme."
"What if he really comprehends it successfully?" asked the Butterfly Emperor, her tone uncertain. She noticed several suspicious glances directed at her and laughed dryly, "I'm just speaking hypothetically. The Tai Su Saint is very powerful; nothing is impossible for him."
Tai Su Saint Bai Su Su, Yao Guang Saint, Zhou Yi, and Ye Fan all watched as Chu Xiu approached the Three Lives Stone Tablet, step by step.
Meanwhile, outside this intense scene...
After learning the rules of the last level, news spread quickly, and many great saints from various forces rushed to Qihuang Mountain.
They were all waiting.
Waiting for the suppression of the secret land to lift.
Then, they would rush together into the secret land to seize the final opportunity.
Even the overlord of the Saint King Realm set his sights on Qihuang Mountain...
The world was surging.
Qihuang Mountain had suddenly become a vortex...
The calm at the moment was just the quiet before the storm, accumulating strength little by little.
When the moment of full outbreak arrived, it would be earth-shattering.
The sky was gloomy, and dark clouds pressed low, heavy with lightning and thunder.
The already oppressive atmosphere of Qihuang Mountain, where the strong gathered, became even more dense and foreboding.
Some of the lesser cultivators were so overwhelmed they could hardly breathe and longed to escape.
Rumble—
A lightning bolt struck down.
It started to rain heavily from the sky.
One by one, the strong stood apart, secretly alert and wary of each other.
The demons and strong men whispered among themselves.
"Who can break that stone tablet?"
"I think it's Ming Yaozi..."
"His comprehension and talent only appear once in hundreds of thousands of years."
"Yeah, it must be Ming Yaozi without a doubt."
"That Chu Xiu is just relying on the minor success of the Ancient Saint Body to show off his power for a while."
"The Great Venerable Wangshan is also paying attention to this place. The moment the confinement of the secret place disappears, that adult will definitely come in person..."
Upon hearing this, the Wolf Clan Great Sage's expression shifted, "The Overlord is coming in person?"
The Sheep Demon Great Sage nodded, "Chu Xiu killed the three geniuses of Wangshan, and the Great Venerable personally intervened but failed to save Wangshan Zhuo. The Great Venerable was furious, naturally, he wants to kill Chu Xiu to vent his anger..."
"It's a terrible offense to provoke the Great Venerable Wangshan, especially given Chu Xiu's status as a human race's saint body."
Meanwhile, the enchanting demon Youji, wearing a tight red leather jacket and a very short skirt that accentuated her figure, stood frostily aside. Her once charming and enchanting face now masked in ice.
"It was Youji the Great Saint..."
The two great saints who had been whispering stopped abruptly, their expressions changing.
Youji, biological sister to Qianye and a fourth-level great saint, may only have above-average strength among the strong men of the demons and barbarians, but her influence was undeniable.
Because she was one of the three beloved Taoist companions of Wujian Purgatory and Yanzun.
Her allure and methods had always made her a favorite of Yanzun.
Once, the Red Rabbit Demon Tribe, strong with two great saints, somehow offended her.
She ran to Yanzun in tears.
Seeing his beauty so distressed, Yanzun was enraged and personally wiped out the Red Rabbit Tribe that very day, leaving no survivors.
Cruel means.
I wish I could pour boiling water over all the ant nests, dig out all the earthworms from the mud, and chop them into several pieces.
From then on, except for the dominant forces, no one dared to cross Ai Jia, the aunt who called herself that.
"If I don't avenge my sister's murder, I will not be able to sleep at night," declared You Ji, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent as she stared at the secret place.
"Being targeted by this woman, Chu Xiu is probably finished..."
"Haha, he deserves it," chuckled the sheep demon and the wolf demon as they exchanged gleeful looks.
Shangjingcheng, Tai Su Embassy
Bright sunshine filled the courtyard, illuminating the blooming flowers. The air was fragrant with their scent, and bees busied themselves among the stamens while butterflies danced in pairs and birds sang melodious tunes from the treetops.
In the pavilion, beside a stone table, Luo Qingyu, clad in a purple dress, was teaching Qin Yiyi while enjoying a chicken leg. Despite the casual setting, her charm and beauty were unmatched.
They had been together for nearly two months, and both Aunt Luo, usually in a plain dress, and Sister Luo, always in vibrant purple, had developed a fond rapport with the sensible little girl.
"Well, not bad, you can break through to the Divine Bridge Realm," Luo Qingyu nodded with satisfaction, taking another bite of her chicken leg.
"Really?" Qin Yiyi's eyes sparkled with excitement. Gone was her previously pale and thin appearance; now her face was slightly chubby, her skin white and rosy, making her look utterly adorable.
Luo Qingyu, finishing her chicken leg, casually wiped her greasy fingers on Qin Yiyi's skirt, which drew a helpless look from the little girl.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Qin Yiyi protested, looking down at the oil stains on her white skirt and pouting. "Didn't I give you a handkerchief... Why don't you use it!!"
"Ahem... I'm used to it; it's more convenient," Luo Qingyu chuckled, then quickly added, "I'll pay attention next time."
"This is your thirty-third next time!" Qin Yiyi complained.
"Don't worry! Little girl, you practice first; your sister will be back soon," Luo Qingyu said, her eyes curving into crescents with her smile. She stood, took a step, and disappeared instantly, reappearing in the void.
There, two graceful figures, one in purple and one in white, stood thousands of miles apart. Each was enchanting in her own way, and both shared similarly striking figures.
"Tai Su Holy Land, Tai Suzi greets fellow Daoist," said the woman in the plain skirt first. She had a beautiful but somewhat pale face.
Luo Qingyu surveyed her, her gaze lingering appreciatively, and smiled charmingly, "Fellow Daoist, such a 'deep' cultivation."
Hua Luofei, noticing the other's gaze, couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
"Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is even higher and 'deeper,'" she responded.
After exchanging compliments on their prowess.
"I heard you were injured because you took a hit meant for Chu Xiu," Luo Qingyu said.
"Your potential in my era would be considered superlative," she continued. "With the way things are changing, it's almost certain you'll rise to quasi-emperor status, or perhaps even challenge for the throne."
"For a desolate ancient holy body, such a big sacrifice—was it worth it?"
"It's worth it," Hua Luofei replied without hesitation.