manynovel Chapter 96 Lu Mingze Seeks Help from Russell, Old Demon Han's Brilliance Begins to Emerge
Chapter 96 Lu Mingze Seeks Help from Russell, Old Demon Han's Brilliance Begins to Emerge
Chapter 96 Lu Mingze Seeks Help from Russell, Old Demon Han's Brilliance Begins to Emerge
"Brother Luo! Brother Luo, you can't abandon me! Help me!"
It was still the same cave. Russell, still a bit groggy from his hangover, looked down at Lu Mingfei, who was clinging to his leg, sobbing and wailing. He was completely bewildered. "Huh?"
Lu Mingfei made a move to rub his face against Russell's trouser leg, but Russell's eyes twitched, and he immediately kicked Lu Mingfei several meters away: "What's going on here?"
"Let me explain," said the old man, stroking his beard, as he explained the whole story.
Last night, Lu Mingfei suddenly looked up, as if he had become a different person. Although his tone and voice had not changed, the nobility he exuded could not be concealed.
It was only thanks to their prior knowledge of the Dragon Clan that the Piercing Rainbow Spear, enveloped in the Bone Spirit's Cold Flame, pierced his head a second later.
Lu Mingze's request was simple: he asked Zhong Li to help him stabilize his condition, as he had something to discuss with Russell. Zhong Li readily agreed.
And that's how things turned out.
Russell understood now and looked at Lu Mingfei again: "So, you are Lu Mingze?"
"It's me." Lu Mingfei got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and chuckled. His face was still the same, but his eyes were completely different from the usual cowardly loser, carrying a hint of cynicism.
"You actually need my help?" Russell looked at Lu Mingze suspiciously, wondering what this little devil was up to.
"Brother Luo, this is all your fault." At this point, Lu Mingze looked at Russell with the resentment of a woman confined to her chambers, "Ever since he learned about this timeline's plot, that bastard has just given up. I'm truly at my wit's end!"
"What do you mean, 'giving up'?" A bad feeling suddenly welled up in Russell's heart: "Isn't he already fighting for his ideals?"
"Bullshit." Lu Mingze cursed without any regard for his image, and said irritably, "He's planning to wait for me to restart the timeline and let the other timelines' versions of themselves fight it out."
"Okay—" Russell couldn't help but rub his temples. This idea was very much like Lu Mingfei's; there was no possibility of him lying.
He must be out of his mind to actually believe Lu Mingfei's nonsense.
Day two.
The sun rose in the east, the weather was clear, and apart from the sound of chess pieces being placed on the board as Zhongli and Yao Lao played their game, the cave was completely quiet.
Russell sat cross-legged to one side, his aura flowing around him, with faint phantom images of the four basic elements of earth, wind, water, and fire appearing alternately.
Before long, Xiaoyu was the first to wake up, and groggily greeted Russell: "Good morning, Brother Luo—"
Everyone present was either a cultivator or possessed an ancient holy body. By this time, they had all sobered up and gradually woke up upon hearing Xiaoyu's voice.
"It's been a long time since I slept like last night." Han Li slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a rare look of relaxation and contentment on his face.
Since he achieved success in his spiritual practice, he has replaced sleep with meditation at night. Now, after a good night's sleep, he feels incredibly refreshed. It seems that spiritual practice also requires a balance of relaxation and rest.
"So what's our plan for today?" Xiao Yan asked energetically as he packed all the remaining snacks on the table into his storage ring, ignoring Russell's speechless expression.
"It's up to you guys. If you want to wander around, go ahead. If you don't want to, we'll go find the Blood-Dripping Cave." Russell shrugged indifferently. Anyway, the Blood-Dripping Cave was deep in Kongsang Mountain. It wasn't going to grow legs and run away. It didn't matter if it was a day earlier or later. His new ability was still in the integration stage. Compared to that, the Heavenly Book and such seemed less important.
Of course, this was only his personal opinion; Han Li and Ye Fan were already impatient.
Xiao Yan echoed, "There'll be plenty of time to explore new worlds later. Let's take care of business first."
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Things are different now. What he needs now is the ability to defeat a Dou Zong as soon as he enters the Yunlan Sect. This means that he needs to raise his cultivation to at least Dou Wang within three years. It is a long and arduous task.
Russell glanced at Xiaoyu and Zhang Chulan, who seemed to share the same sentiment, so he naturally had nothing more to say.
Since Ye Fan, Zhang Chulan, Lu Mingfei, and Xiao Yu among those present did not yet have the ability to fly, Russell discussed with Xiao Yan, Han Li, and the others that each of them would take one of them with them.
"No need for such trouble." Han Li smiled faintly, and with a flick of his sleeve, four sets of sleek, futuristic metal armor appeared before Russell and the others.
The silver-gray metal shell gleamed with a cold luster under the light, with fine spiritual patterns engraved at the joints, and an energy core emitting a soft spiritual light embedded in the chest.
"Holy crap! Isn't this Iron Man's suit?!" Xiao Yan's eyes widened as he circled the armor a few times, his fingers touching the cold metal surface, his eyes gleaming. "Where did you get all this?"
"Thanks to those sci-fi movies that Xiaoyu uploaded, I got my inspiration from them." Han Li's tone was calm, but the slight upturn of his lips betrayed a hint of pride.
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but marvel at how active modern people's minds are and how boundless their imaginations are; how could they, as native cultivators, possibly have thought of such a thing?
He inscribed runes on all these puppets and activated them with spirit stones. They could not only be worn by mortals to gain combat power to kill Qi Refining cultivators, but could also self-destruct when necessary.
Under Han Li's guidance, Ye Fan and the other three donned their battle armor. As the energy core was activated, the armor closed seamlessly, the masks fell off, and a ghostly blue light shone from their eyes.
"Feels good." Ye Fan's voice came from inside the armor. Although he still hadn't successfully entered the cultivation realm, he had at least taken a preliminary step into the extraordinary world.
Led by Russell, they left the cave and transformed into streaks of light that streaked across the sky above Mount Kongsang, landing in front of the Blood Refining Hall.
When the disciples guarding the gate saw that Russell had brought so many people, they thought that someone had come to attack the Blood Refining Hall. When they saw that the leader was Russell, they didn't think twice and cheered something like "Xiaoyao Xing, Little Bu Wang" and turned around to lead the way.
Such a commotion naturally alerted Elder Nian and the others. In no time, led by Elder Nian, followed closely by Liu Hao and Lady Qu, dozens of disciples from the Blood Refining Hall surged out and subtly surrounded Luo Su and his group, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.
"Elder Luo, what do you mean by this?" The eldest brother, with one eye, stared intently at Russell, his Crimson Demon Eye poised to strike.
He made up his mind that if they were to fight, he would strike first and pick the weakest target to kill swiftly and decisively, in order to intimidate his opponent.
As for who the pushover is—
Yes! That's right! It's you! You guy who looks like a nobody, come out and fight me one-on-one!
"Hmm?" Sensing the malice, Han Li glanced at it coldly, snorted, and released a wave of divine sense pressure.
"Ugh—!"
Caught off guard, the eldest brother screamed in agony. First, the Crimson Demon Eye in his right eye felt as if it had been pierced by a steel needle, causing excruciating pain. Then, his entire brain felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. With a "buzz," his soul trembled, his vision went black, and he staggered, almost collapsing to his knees.
"Boss!"
"You bastard!"
Because the pressure was only directed at Elder Nian, Liu Hao and Lady Qu, who were standing nearby, saw Elder Nian suddenly wail in pain and thought that Russell and the others had secretly used some kind of insidious method. They were both shocked and angry, and were about to use their magic weapons to attack.
"Stop—Stop!" The eldest brother, enduring excruciating pain, veins bulging on his forehead and sweat pouring down his face, barely managed to raise his hand to stop Liu Hao and the other man. He struggled to lift his head, looked at Han Li, and cupped his hands with difficulty: "May I ask which senior has graced my humble abode with their presence? Please tell me your name, so that I may die knowing why—"
senior!?
Upon hearing this, Liu Hao and Qu Niangzi, who had been thinking of fighting to the death, realized what he meant and felt a chill run through their bodies.
The one who could crush the eighth level of the Jade Purity Realm at a glance must be a master of the Upper Purity Realm!
Han Li did not reply, and withdrew his gaze, remaining silent.
Russell stepped forward and smiled warmly: "Don't worry, Hall Master. We are, after all, part of the Blood Refining Hall. We have no intention of annihilating the entire sect for the time being. We just wanted to borrow something."
The eldest brother understood, but hesitated and said, "Elder Luo came for the Blood-Dripping Cave? I'm afraid you'll all be disappointed. The Blood-Dripping Cave is just a legend; it doesn't exist at all."
Countless people have searched for the Dripping Blood Cave over the past eight hundred years, including the descendants of the Blood Refining Hall, who have never given up the search, but without exception, they have all returned empty-handed.
Although Russell didn't seem to intend to exterminate the entire family, he still had to say it to prepare them in advance, lest they change their minds later if they couldn't get what they wanted.
"That's none of your business. The hall master just needs to lead the way."
"Sigh—" The eldest sighed, said no more, and turned around resignedly, leading Russell and the others to the entrance of the Abyss of the Dead.
Only after everyone had jumped into the abyss did he finally breathe a long sigh of relief, realizing he had survived.
"Boss, are you alright?" Lady Qu asked with concern as she stepped forward.
The eldest brother shook his head, raised his hand to rub his still throbbing temples and right eye, then turned around and scolded, "You were too reckless just now, almost bringing about your own deaths."
Liu Hao was taken aback, somewhat unconvinced: "Didn't that guy surnamed Luo say they only search for treasure and don't kill people?"
"It wasn't Luo Xiaobu, it was that plain-looking guy next to him." When talking about Han Li, the eldest brother's face showed a hint of fear: "This person has extremely strong killing intent and extremely high cultivation. He is probably some old demon who has been in seclusion for a long time. Just now, we were almost killed on the spot by him. If he has any soul-refining methods, we probably won't even have a peaceful death."
"What!" Qu Niangzi and Liu Hao were shocked.
Cold sweat beaded on Liu Hao's forehead. He couldn't help but lower his voice and mutter resentfully, "It's all that Wild Dog's fault! If it weren't for him inexplicably bringing back this jinx—"
"Silence!" The eldest brother hurriedly interrupted sharply, glancing warily around with a stern look in his eyes. "Be careful what you say! How dare you or I discuss such people in private?"
Having said that, he looked down at the bottomless entrance to the Abyss of the Dead, his face filled with only helpless bitterness and deep exhaustion: "I just hope they leave as promised once they can't find the Dripping Blood Cave."
Beneath the Abyss of the Dead, darkness, like thick ink, devoured all light. Only the faint glow of their magical artifacts and the spiritual radiance of their spells struggled to create a small visible area in this endless gloom.
A chilling wind howled, carrying a biting cold and a tooth-grinding wailing sound, pouring into the huge underground cavity from all directions.
Upon landing, Xiao Yan immediately ignited a cluster of purple flames in his hand. The intense light and heat spread out, temporarily dispelling the approaching chill and darkness.
The air was thick with resentment and deathly silence. The dark river flowed silently beneath our feet, and on its surface floated pale faces that seemed to be formed from condensed smoke.
These things are the filthy things that living beings turn into after death because of greed, anger, ignorance, resentment, fear, or attachment to the mortal world. They are formless and intangible, but they are most adept at eroding the soul of living beings.
In just a short while, specks of light, like will-o'-the-wisps, began to appear one after another in the surrounding darkness, growing more and more numerous and densely packed, until they were completely surrounded.
The eerie lights twisted and shifted, conjuring countless blurry faces of men, women, old and young, each with an expression of pain, sorrow, ferocity, or numbness. They silently circled and danced, emitting even more mournful and piercing cries.
They exuded intense resentment, and ordinary people would immediately feel a chill creeping up their spines upon seeing them.
Zhongli's gaze swept around, and a pale golden ripple spread out from beneath his feet, creating a shield around everyone present.
Then----
Han Li smiled.
Han Li took out a long banner, as tall as a person, from his storage bag and shook it violently.
The banner fluttered, and the bell rang.
The vast expanse of water rippled and spread outwards, as if boiling oil had been poured into ice water, and the entire underground river instantly boiled.
"Awooo—!"
"Ugh—!"
Amidst the mournful cries, the pale white smoke that had been floating erratically on the river surface suddenly churned violently, then coalesced, transforming into countless terrifying faces, some male, some female, some old, some young.
Immediately afterwards, these spirits transformed into wisps of firefly light, gathering into a tornado that poured into the soul banner in Han Li's hand. In this vast and dark cave, the wailing sounds produced by the flying spirits were chilling.
Before long, the Yin River returned to calm. Not only did the eerie light disappear, but the soul-piercing coldness, along with the vengeful spirits that had accumulated in the Abyss of the Dead over thousands of years, vanished without a trace. Even the water level seemed to have dropped.
Xiao Yan watched from the sidelines, filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. He wished he had the Nine Nether Wind Flame.
Nine Netherworld Flame belongs to the Yin Spirit category of strange fire and can also control ghosts. Given the number of ghosts in the Abyss of the Dead, they could be piled up to form a Dou Huang (Battle Emperor).
Han Li had the same thought. He carefully put away the soul banner that was stuffed full of things. Even with his composure, he couldn't hide his excitement at this moment.
Just these evil spirits alone are enough to make his trip to the world of Jade Dynasty worthwhile. With such a large number of them, and with the help of secret methods to nurture them and let them devour each other, he is confident that he can at least nurture a few ghost generals at the Core Formation stage, if not a Nascent Soul stage ghost king.
The group continued forward, slaying tree demons, annihilating pig demons, and fighting their way through swarms of bloodthirsty ants. After a long and arduous struggle, they gradually heard the sound of water. After a few more steps, a vast ocean appeared before them.
The seawater was not still, but rose and fell slowly and heavily. As the tide surged, it would occasionally lap against the rugged rocky shore, producing a deep and eternal sound.
The sea was empty, with only the deeper darkness in the distance and a sense of desolation that seemed to devour all life and emotion.
"Friends, welcome to the Heartless Sea."
Bertrand Russell stood on the shore of the Unfeeling Sea and slowly stretched out his hand.
This place can be considered the starting point of the entire story of Jade Dynasty. Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi developed feelings for each other here, and he also went through life and death with Biyao here.
"So, if it were you, who would you choose, Biyao or Lu Xueqi?" Just as Russell was still pondering, Xiao Yan quietly circled around to his side and asked in a cheeky manner.
Russell responded with a middle finger: "Let's not talk about such inflammatory topics."
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