Chapter 502: Chapter 171: Fan Wu’s Ghostly Stance! Shocking the Imperial City with the First Fist! (10,000-word Chapter, Please Subscribe)_2
It needs the Destiny Coffin even more now!
Because at this moment, Fan Wu had become a significant threat even to the Essence of The Great Revered One.
The Great Revered One desired to advance further,
And could not do so without the Destiny Coffin!
Stroking his chin, Fan Wu said, "I really don’t know in which aspect this dilapidated coffin resembles a tonic. Since that’s the case, just follow me, Taoist me!"
Fan Wu grinned, "My demands for you are not high. As long as you can predict the locations of evil spirits, bizarre creatures, heretical paths, and Evil Gods within a twenty-mile radius centered around me, then... that will suffice."
The Destiny Coffin gently lifted on one side towards Fan Wu, then slammed down heavily, repeating this action over and over.
Just like a chick pecking at grains,
As if it was nodding in agreement.
"Daoist Fan Wu, what is this..." Xing Fengzi, who had arrived unnoticed, looked warily at the Destiny Coffin before curiously turning his gaze to Fan Wu beside it.
"This is the Destiny Coffin." Without waiting for Fan Wu to speak, Yun Jiuqing explained like an attentive little helper, "It was originally in the custody of the Nanjun Prefecture Government, guarded by the Nanjun Celestial Office."
"The Destiny Coffin?" Xing Fengzi murmured, "It seems to be a vaguely familiar name, I remember hearing about... such a name in Di Zu Guan."
"It would be strange if you hadn’t heard of it. The Destiny Coffin is quite famous among mystical items in the cultivation world," Yun Jiuqing said, "It possesses the eerie ability to divine fortune and misfortune, to foretell the future."
Divine fortune and misfortune?
To foretell the future?
These simple eight words greatly widened Xing Fengzi’s eyes, for he knew what they entailed—unearthly powers! The first four words were still acceptable, but the last four...
They were outrageous!
Had this sentence come from someone other than Yun Jiuqing, Xing Fengzi would have had a hard time believing it.
But coming from the daughter of the Lord of Yinghe Prefecture, Xing Fengzi felt that her words were unlikely to be false!
Such a large red lacquered coffin.
Turns out to have such an origin!
Turns out to have such abilities!
Inconceivable.
"So, does that mean it is one of those harmless mystical items?" Xing Fengzi couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.
He had not sensed any hostility from the Destiny Coffin, nor any dangerous aura. It was only the Coffin’s own aura that felt very mysterious and unfathomable to him.
Yun Jiuqing nodded and then shook her head, "With your level of cultivation, perhaps the Destiny Coffin cannot trouble you."
"But..."
"That doesn’t mean the Destiny Coffin is not dangerous, nor does it imply that it is a harmless mystical item."
Yun Jiuqing paused before continuing, "You should still remember The Great Revered One, right?"
Xing Fengzi nodded.
How could he forget such a terrifying Evil God?
He remembered it vividly to this day.
The three words "The Great Revered One".
He couldn’t forget them even if he wanted to!
Yun Jiuqing said, "For some reason, The Great Revered One has always wanted to obtain the Destiny Coffin and has already made multiple attempts to seize it. This means the danger that the Destiny Coffin brings is that... it may attract The Great Revered One!!"
Xing Fengzi shuddered.
To attract The Great Revered One!
These mere five words already signified just how perilous this Destiny Coffin was.
"Right now, the Destiny Coffin must be seeking protection from Daoist Priest Fan," said Yun Jiuqing, "After all, for the Nanjun Prefecture Government to fend off an Evil God without the power of the Immortal Gods... the difficulty is... extraordinarily high."
A mystical item seeking protection from Daoist Fan Wu?
That...
Sounded absurd.
Yet, when it came to Daoist Fan Wu, such absurdity seemed somewhat plausible.
Just then,
Xing Fengzi noticed that there was a middle-aged Taoist Priest beside him; this priest was now drenched in cold sweat, with his hand clutching the Peach Wood Sword stiffly frozen in place.
The slightly panicked expression on his face betrayed a hint of astonishment.
Clearly,
All that was currently unfolding had taken him by surprise.
"Are you okay, fellow daoist?" Seeing that he was older, Xing Fengzi respectfully inquired.
"Fellow daoist?" Seeing the man still stunned, Xing Fengzi called out again.
After Xing Fengzi’s two prompts, the middle-aged Taoist Priest seemed to awaken from a trance.
His whole body shivered involuntarily.
Once he snapped back to reality, he looked visibly shaken.
"Am I... still alive?" Despite the embarrassment that came with the question, the middle-aged Taoist Priest still asked.
"Do you feel like you are dead?" Fan Wu turned to him and glanced at the middle-aged Taoist Priest behind, saying, "That broken coffin just wanted to scare you. Even if I had not intervened just now, you wouldn’t have been seriously hurt."
Upon hearing what Fan Wu had said, the middle-aged Taoist Priest realized that he was, indeed, still alive.
He collapsed onto the ground as if drained, feeling his legs go weak.
The Peach Wood Sword he held in his hand, some talismans, and a Dharma Bell,
Had all dropped to the ground.
He was a picture of complete disarray.
"Still alive..." the middle-aged man muttered to himself with relief, "Still alive is good, still alive is good..."
Because just a dozen breaths ago, he truly felt he was about to die.
The feeling of taking a walk at death’s door, he never wanted to experience it again.
It was too terrifying!
