mtl008 Chapter 2078
Chapter 2078
"Found it." Chen Xuan's voice carried a hint of triumphant lightness as he casually untied the storage ribbon from her waist, revealing a piece of celestial gold shimmering with seven-colored light in his palm. "Fairy, I just saved your life. Is it too much to ask for this seven-colored celestial gold as a token of my gratitude?"
After succeeding, he casually took out the bottle of "Transformation Divine Water" from San Guang's storage ring, intending to toss it to Xia Jiuyou and be done with it, but he suddenly stopped the moment his divine sense swept over it.
A glint of spiritual light flashed at his fingertips as he examined the object repeatedly. Finally, he burst out in a rage: "Damn it! This kid dares to fool people! What 'Transformation Divine Water'? It's clearly just a bottle of immortal wine mixed with a little spiritual energy!"
Xia Jiuyou was completely stunned, a hint of confusion appearing in her cloudy eyes. This bastard... could he be trying to save her?
"Damn you, San Guang! You're messing with me, aren't you!" Chen Xuan cursed at San Guang's corpse a few times. He glanced at Xia Jiuyou's increasingly weak breath and barely visible chest rise and fall. In the end, he stopped cursing and swearing.
With a flick of his sleeve, an ordinary-looking jade bottle appeared out of thin air. He squatted down, grabbed Xia Jiuyou's chin without saying a word, and poured most of the spiritual liquid from the bottle into her mouth.
"Drink this first to keep you alive. Once I find your lower body, drink the rest, and you should be almost fully recovered." He put away the jade bottle, clicking his tongue in distress, before turning and flying towards the distant area where crimson clouds surged. His curses drifted back and forth with the air currents.
"What a losing proposition! I thought I could make a fortune, but I ended up losing a bottle of innate spiritual liquid!"
Chen Xuan's figure disappeared into the depths of the crimson clouds, but the saliva exploded violently within Xia Jiuyou's body.
The warm energy flowed through her meridians, instantly repairing her shattered life force, but she froze on the spot, her mind blank, even forgetting to breathe.
"This...this is..." She trembled as she turned her eyes to look at the jade bottle that Chen Xuan had casually tossed aside beside her. The spiritual energy remaining on the bottle made her heart pound—it was the innate creation spiritual liquid, an essential treasure for cultivating the ancient immortal supreme inheritance, the "Thousand Yuan Sacred Scripture"!
Long-buried memories suddenly surged: many years ago, she ventured deep into the ancient and desolate battlefield of fallen gods, barely surviving amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, before unexpectedly falling into the place where a powerful ancient immortal had passed away, and thus receiving the inheritance of the "Thousand Yuan Sacred Scripture".
According to that immortal manual, if one can cultivate to the minor level, one can create a hundred clones comparable to the original body with a single thought. If one cultivates to the major level, one can even create a thousand clones with a single thought, which is considered defying the heavens.
For thousands of years, she has searched far and wide for ancient immortal books and Taoist scriptures, all in search of the three supreme treasures needed for cultivation: the Primordial Creation Elixir, the Heart of the Stars, and the Myriad Divine Fruits.
Aside from the scattered records of the Creation Elixir, the other two items remained completely unknown.
Now, the treasure she has spent her whole life searching for has unexpectedly been obtained from her former enemy!
Xia Jiuyou turned her head with difficulty, and through the marks on the semi-transparent bottle, she could clearly see that there was still one-third of the spiritual liquid left inside—this amount was enough for her to cultivate the "Thousand Yuan Holy Scripture" to the early minor completion stage!
"Chen Xuan... Chen Xuan..." she murmured, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, as if a palette had been overturned.
Deep down, she harbored a sense of gratitude towards Chen Xuan: if he hadn't caused such a ruckus in the Holy Land ranking battle back then, she didn't know when she would have been able to escape her fate as a furnace cauldron. Now, he not only saved her life but also unintentionally delivered the fortune she had longed for.
"I suppose this is fate." Thinking that her primordial spirit avatar, Qiu Zixian, had become Chen Xuan's Daoist partner, Xia Jiuyou's lips curled into a bitter self-mockery. Even she herself couldn't help but believe in this inextricable entanglement of fate.
Just then, a deliberately suppressed "hehe" laugh came from afar.
Xia Jiuyou had just regained some of her life with the power of the Creation Elixir when she immediately turned her head to look at him warily—she saw Chen Xuan carrying her severed leg and walking quickly towards her, his eyes fixed on the delicate skin of the severed leg, the lewdness in his eyes almost overflowing, and a faint smile on his lips.