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The Divine Serpent Saint Child, in disbelief, opened its massive mouth to swallow Zhao Yang. However, Zhao Yang did not evade; instead, he aimed for the gaping maw of the Divine Serpent Saint Child and pierced through with the speed of Time Walk.
Thud!
A tearing sound echoed—
The Divine Serpent Saint Child's physical form suffered a grievous injury, a massive wound like a river of blood appeared on its back.
Gag!
Zhao Yang retched violently, his expression contorted in discomfort as he exclaimed, "Have you never brushed your teeth in your life?"
The Divine Serpent Saint Child howled in rage, its enormous tail sweeping toward Zhao Yang, enveloped in boundless toxic gas. Zhao Yang stood firm, catching the serpent's tail with a resounding clap, not retreating an inch. This was undoubtedly an application of the principle of weight and size!
Within him, the Foundation Cauldron emitted a faint tremor as eight Chaotic Binding Chains connected to Zhao Yang's major acupoints absorbed some of the True Qi radiating from the Divine Serpent Saint Child. The chains clinked and the Foundation Cauldron underwent subtle changes.
At that moment, the Divine Serpent Saint Child was unaware that in Zhao Yang's eyes, it was lighter than an ordinary snake. Grasping its tail, Zhao Yang retaliated with its own methods—he neither killed the Divine Serpent Saint Child nor insulted it verbally; he simply continued to swing and slam it down repeatedly!
The ground shook violently as gusts of wind roared. Countless birds and beasts in the distance cried out in alarm and fled in a frenzy. Some cultivators widened their eyes and turned to look at the source of the thunderous noise.
"I'll show you what it means to be thrown!" Zhao Yang shouted angrily, finally settling accounts with the Divine Serpent Saint Child. "You think you can just throw me around ten times and stop? You look down on me!"
Zhao Yang scolded the Divine Serpent Saint Child for underestimating him, uttering words that would make anyone spit blood.
An hour passed.
Zhao Yang had thrown the Divine Serpent Saint Child three thousand times, bringing it to the brink of death. The once vibrant life force had dwindled to a mere thread; moments later, it would perish. Unlike Zhao Yang, who could feign death after perusing thousands of ancient texts and could deceive anyone probing his aura and cultivation level.
The Divine Serpent Saint Child roared in fury, its howls turning into curses and eventually pleas for mercy, but Zhao Yang remained deaf to its cries and continued his relentless assault.
Two hours passed; the Divine Serpent Saint Child had already lost consciousness. Yet Zhao Yang could still sense its robust life force.
A day went by.
The cultivators within the Haotian Secret Realm had endured a day of booming sounds. Realizing no danger had arisen, they continued their herb gathering and cultivation undisturbed.
The Divine Serpent Saint Child was dead beyond any hope of revival, its body decayed, flesh torn, blood and guts a gruesome mess, on the verge of falling apart.
Zhao Yang did not stop, for he could still sense the faint breath of the Divine Serpent Saint Child, as if its soul was pleading with him.
"Wait!" A sudden voice rang out. Song Baliang from Ice Fire Island flew down joyfully. He looked at Zhao Yang, who was wildly swinging the large serpent in his hands, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me. Junior Brother Zhao Yang, how can you harm living beings like this?"
"Brother, look at all my injuries! He has beaten me mercilessly, challenging my limits time and again, transforming into a serpent to disgust me. I have to kill him!" Zhao Yang did not care about the Buddhist Sect's rules; he was merely pretending to be a monk and was determined to kill the Divine Serpent Saint Child.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother, we monks should be compassionate. Life is so beautiful; your temper is too violent. This is not good," Song Baliang shook his head, earnestly trying to persuade him. Zhao Yang felt a headache coming on, thinking he had encountered Tang Seng. Who would have thought that Song Baliang would suddenly change his tone and say, "We just need to extract his soul!"
"Huh?" Zhao Yang was puzzled as he looked at the dying Divine Serpent Saint Child on the ground and then back at Song Baliang. Extracting souls was something only experts in the dark arts could do.
Song Baliang's face lit up with excitement. "You won't believe what level I have refined your two Dao Treasures to! It's almost complete!" Before Zhao Yang could respond, Song Baliang burst into laughter and eagerly continued, "It's a Supreme Dao Artifact! A Supreme Dao Artifact! I never expected that at such a young age and merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, I could reach the pinnacle of the artifact refining world! Although this Dao Artifact is not yet perfect, if there is an artifact spirit present, it can definitely achieve the power of a Supreme Dao Artifact!"
As he spoke, Song Baliang suddenly pulled out a steel knife from his pocket and without blinking, stabbed it into the Divine Serpent Saint Child's head.
He then took out a glowing orb radiating azure light and held it in his hand with fervor before flying off to Ice Fire Island without acknowledging the stunned Zhao Yang.
"What is wrong with this guy? Is he really foolish or just pretending to be compassionate?" Zhao Yang muttered as he flicked his fingers to summon True Fire, igniting the serpent covered in oil. The flames soared high into the sky, illuminating the distance and causing countless cultivators far away to shiver in fear.
"How can there be a monk?" one cultivator wondered aloud.
"It must be that Master Monk from Xuanfo Temple deceiving us! He said only one person came from Xuanfo Temple and that their cultivation was average and they were simple-minded. You all saw it; the Divine Serpent Saint Child was defeated! Especially that monk who appeared later—he had a knife in hand and struck without warning. Is this something a monk would do?" another cultivator exclaimed angrily.
After the battle ended, Zhao Yang brought Liu Rou to Ice Fire Island. Both were exhausted after a day of fierce fighting. Seeing Liu Rou's shy and cute demeanor left Zhao Yang momentarily speechless; the atmosphere turned slightly awkward.
"Thank you for saving my life," Liu Rou said softly, her expression bashful.
"Uh, 'my lord'?" Zhao Yang found this address strange and couldn't help but think of a spoiled rich kid teasing a young wife. He stared at Liu Rou and swallowed hard. "My name is Zhao Yang; just call me Zhao Yang. The title 'my lord' makes me feel all tingly inside."
"Why does it make you feel tingly?" Liu Rou asked innocently, not understanding his meaning. She frowned slightly and thought Zhao Yang might have suffered serious internal injuries while saving her. Hesitating for a moment, she took out a piece of Dream Orchid glowing with blue light from her sleeve.
A powerful life force emanated from Ice Fire Island as Zhao Yang felt invigorated. Liu Rou gently plucked a petal from the orchid with her delicate hand and offered it to Zhao Yang, saying, "This Dream Orchid is meant for Valley Master; take this petal to heal your wounds."
"Huh? Something to eat?" Zhao Yang maintained a serious facade while internally rejoicing. Although he also wanted some Dream Orchid for himself, he felt embarrassed to take something that this lovely girl had secretly plucked for her master.
As she brought the petals to his lips, it felt like a repayment for saving her life. The scenery was enchanting, and the atmosphere was filled with ambiguity, as if they were completely unconcerned about the propriety of physical contact between men and women. It was so pure that Zhao Yang felt an impulse to reach out and touch her, wondering if she was hurt.
Zhao Yang pretended to be indifferent, trying to appear as a true gentleman. He extended his tongue and took the petal into his mouth. Liu Rou giggled and said, "Brother Zhao Yang, you bit me."
"Brother Zhao Yang?" Zhao Yang felt like he was going crazy. After all, he was still a virgin, and hearing her melodious laughter made him involuntarily drool.
"Is Dream Orchid that delicious?" Liu Rou asked, noticing the drool coming from Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang nodded and replied, "It's delicious." Then he said seriously, "Ahem, Sister Liu Rou, from now on you can call me Brother Zhao Yang, and I'll call you Sister Liu Rou, okay?"
Liu Rou paused for a moment before saying, "Alright then, but you mustn't tell my master. She'll scold me for being friends with a monk."
"Uh... I promise I won't tell your master," Zhao Yang assured her, swallowing the Dream Orchid petal. He patted his chest in guarantee but felt a pang of doubt. He had used this same tactic to act innocent in front of his senior brother Song Baliang just days ago, and now here was a little girl using it on him.
Pop.
A light sound echoed from within Zhao Yang. He felt invigorated as True Qi surged through him, autonomously repairing his body. He was already at the critical point of the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment Stage. After the intense battle that had opened up his meridians and with the impact of the Dream Orchid's unique Spirit Energy, he could naturally break into the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment Stage and continue to steadily increase his cultivation level.
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