nycdaug Chapter 136 Nine Nether Glazed Fire
Chapter 136 Nine Nether Glazed Fire
Mo Xianghuan felt like she hadn't lived like this in a very, very long time, but when she heard such a certain statement, she came back to life.
Her expression was one of overwhelming excitement, yet her tone suggested disbelief: "You...you really have a way?"
"Have."
The person on the other end answered firmly.
Mo Xianghuan looked at her, too moved to speak, and tears streamed down his face again.
"I'm willing to pay any price as long as you can cure me."
Everything comes at a price, and even though she was on the verge of death and her mind was becoming dull, she still hadn't forgotten this principle.
No one will do favors for others without a reason, especially a stranger they've only met a short while ago.
Her purpose was clear; she was after her, and she possessed something that this person needed.
Moreover, the person in front of her hadn't even diagnosed her before saying that her "illness" could be cured, which clearly meant that he knew or understood her past life.
But Mu Xianghuan didn't care. Just as she said, she was willing to pay any price as long as she could be cured.
Liu Jun raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "It's easy. It's so convenient to talk to smart people. I do have something that I need your help with, but we can talk about it after you're cured."
"After all, you are already at your last gasp. If we don't save you soon, I'm afraid you won't be around for long."
Mo Xianghuan looked at her with some surprise: "Aren't you afraid... I'll go back on my word after I've healed you?"
"I'm scared, but..."
Liu Jun tilted her head and smiled lightly: "If you really want to do this, I can save you, or I can kill you."
Mo Xianghuan paused for a moment. Since she was able to find her, she should know what her strength was like. If she healed her, her strength would naturally recover. Even so, she could still say this without any fear, which showed that her strength was indeed beyond her reach.
That makes sense, considering that even she herself was helpless against the demonic poison, yet this person was able to eliminate it, so one can understand why.
"I will keep my promise."
“I know, because anyone who can ask such a question is no villain.”
The fact that she was able to pass on her entire martial arts technique to a stranger who had only helped her before she was on the verge of death, without asking for revenge or leaving any remnant of her spirit hidden in the technique in an attempt to possess someone else's body and start over, shows that she was not a bad person.
"As for now, let's talk about the demonic poison in your body. How long have you been poisoned by it?"
Having walked for half the day, Mo Xianghuan couldn't stand for much longer, so she found two low stools, one for the person opposite her and one for herself. After catching her breath a few times, she replied:
"I don't remember exactly, it's probably been about a hundred years. Because of the demonic poison, my memory is also declining. Every day here is exactly the same, so I've gotten too lazy to count..."
Liu Jun sat down as well: "A hundred years? You've got quite the perseverance."
It's quite remarkable that he didn't go mad after being tormented by demonic poison for nearly a hundred years.
Mo Xianghuan gave a bitter smile: "Nobody wants to die so easily, right? Let's just take it one day at a time."
Indeed, cultivators cherish their lives most; otherwise, they wouldn't be unwilling to die within a hundred years and instead pursue the Great Dao for immortality.
"A century-old demonic poison has afflicted you and is corroding your marrow. It's no easy task to completely eradicate it; the process is more painful than death. Are you ready?"
Despite the severity of the situation, Liu Jun recounted it casually.
Moreover, she said "prepare" instead of "have you thought it through?" She didn't give her a choice, and Mo Xianghuan didn't need to make a choice either.
"Well, I'm ready."
Liu Jun looked at her, whose face was haggard but whose eyes were incredibly determined, and smiled knowingly.
The two changed from sitting on the stool to sitting cross-legged on the ground. Liu Jun glanced at his raised right hand, and a cluster of white flames with a bluish tinge appeared in his palm.
This cluster of flames, though seemingly weak, radiated a heat that seemed capable of scorching one's soul.
"Nine Nether Glazed Fire?"
Mo Xianghuan's pupils reflected the shadow of the flame with astonishment.
Liu Jun was slightly surprised: "You recognize him?"
"I do recognize it, but I've only seen it once or twice. Legend has it that the Nine Nether Glazed Fire grows underground beneath the Crimson Fire Peak in the far east. Few people can actually enter that godforsaken place, let alone go underground and cross the ten-thousand-foot sea of rocks to reach the Void Cave where the Nine Nether Glazed Fire was formed."
"Moreover, the Nine Nether Glazed Fire is fierce and domineering, and the energy it emits can scorch one's soul. Only those with strong strength, soul, and physical body can obtain it."
"Legend has it that there are only three people capable of taking it nowadays: the first is Yan Wuji, the former Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan; the second is Abbot Linghui of Faxiang Temple; and the third is..."
Mo Xianghuan was startled and suddenly looked up.
Liu Jun smiled slightly: "I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. Why don't you continue?"
"you you……"
Mo Xianghuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
No way, is it really what she thinks?
But...didn't that person have been in seclusion for a thousand years? How could this be?
Liu Jun suddenly flipped his hand and pushed the flames toward her. Mo Xianghuan's pupils shrank, and she instantly felt a heart-wrenching pain.
No! It was an indescribable pain, like her soul was melting, a pain so intense it was like her bones were being ripped out, that she couldn't utter a sound. Yet, her consciousness remained clear, and her senses were still intact.
She could clearly feel the demonic poison clinging to her back, the rotting flesh on her body, being burned by the flames sent from her hands, as if peeling off her skin, removing the rotten flesh, revealing her blood-red body, and then rebuilding the outer shell to grow new skin to cover it.
The whole process was not long; on the contrary, it only took less than half an hour to complete the detoxification and regeneration. However, Mo Xianghuan felt that she had never suffered so much in her life, not even when she had endured nearly a hundred years of poisoning.
"Little Willow, among all the fires in the world, the Nine Nether Glazed Fire is the most supreme. Another day, your master will take you to the Void Cave to fetch a cluster of Nine Nether Glazed Fire."
"Why do we need fire? For no reason, just so you can play with it."
"Don't want to go? No, you have to go. Just consider it as going to accompany your teacher."
Liu Jun withdrew the Nine Nether Glazed Fire, and the burning sensation in his palm slowly dissipated. Mo Xianghuan, unsurprisingly, fainted.
She had experienced the pain of flesh and blood being rebuilt before. Liu Jun looked at the person lying on the ground with indifference in her eyes, ignored her, stood up, dusted off the dust on her robes, and walked out of the courtyard.
After all, he is a cultivator, so he can lie on the ground and even soak in the water for several nights without any problem.
Liu Jun went out without any concern.
As for what he was going to do, it was obviously to clean up the mess.
She intercepted what should have been Lu Xihan's opportunity, so she had to go to the "scene of the incident" to see what would happen next.
Cause and effect are always balanced; if something that should have happened doesn't, something else will take its place.
Liu Jun staked out the area within a three-kilometer radius of the courtyard, waiting for that person to arrive.
After waiting for two or three days without seeing a single person, and Mo Xianghuan had been unconscious for two or three days without waking up, Liu Jun was not worried at all that anything might happen to her.
The demonic poison has been eradicated, and the rotting body has regenerated flesh and blood. It's only a matter of time before he wakes up.
They hadn't been in this secret realm for very long before leaving, so Liu Jun wasn't worried about waiting any longer.
Fortunately, Mo Xianghuan woke up on the fifth day of her coma, and Liu Jun asked her about the Wuxiang Gong as soon as she woke up.
"You... want the Formless Skill?"
Mo Xianghuan examined herself and discovered that her strength had fallen to the Golden Core Realm, and her demonic power had also weakened considerably.
That makes sense. After being devoured by demonic poison for a hundred years, it's already a miracle that he hasn't become a cripple. At least he's still alive, and he can start cultivating again.
"The Formless Skill is useless to me, but I need it. You don't need to hand over the scripture or teach it to me. You just need to copy it down. This is a blank jade slip."
Liu Jun took out two jade pendants and handed them to her.
Mo Xianghuan was slightly puzzled: "Why use two jade slips? If you need, you can copy one slip several times."
"No need to ask any more questions, just record it. Remember, do not use copy, record both parts from the beginning."
Mo Xianghuan still had some doubts, but she still obeyed and did as instructed.
It's just a cultivation technique; once it's given, it's given. At her current level, even if she wanted to use it, she couldn't.
Heavenly-level cultivation techniques are not something that just anyone can master.
Moreover, the person who gave it to her was that legendary figure. Such a great master wouldn't need this broken cultivation technique; it must have some other use for it.
"All right."
Before long, the two jade slips were filled with contents. Liu Jun took them and glanced at them again. They were indeed identical, so he put them back.
"Won't you check again?"
Mo Xianghuan was somewhat surprised to see how quickly she packed it up.
“If you were that kind of person, I wouldn’t have helped you completely get rid of that demonic poison.”
Mo Xianghuan paused for a moment, then smiled calmly.
"Everyone in the world talks about the various aspects of the immortal Qingjun, but no one has mentioned that the immortal is so trustworthy and open-minded."
"Then you're wrong. I'm neither easily trusting nor open and honest."
Liu Jun looked at her with a smile on his lips, his eyes seemingly able to see right through people's hearts.