Chapter 574: Chapter 517: The Big Shot Has a Stomachache
"How can it not be found, how is that possible!"
It was already midday of the following day, and a group of people had searched the entire night as if the Heart Demon had evaporated from the human world.
The mindset of Xin Zui and the other two was nearly shattered, and even the doctor and Gu Feng had been scolded miserably.
"Have you arranged for your puppets to help search or not?"
The doctor looked utterly dejected, having searched all night, and he was undoubtedly the most exhausted one among them.
Not only did he have to follow the group in search, but he also had to constantly communicate with all the puppets, which was a massive drain on spiritual power. If it continued this way, he feared he would be the first to be drained dry.
"I’ve arranged it, but the puppets sent out haven’t found a single thing."
The doctor felt extremely wronged; this matter affected everyone, including himself, since they had all had their power stolen. If they couldn’t retrieve it, he’d be unlucky too.
"How could there be no findings at all!"
Xin Zui was furious as he shouted.
The doctor wanted to argue but didn’t dare to speak.
If it couldn’t be found, there was only one possibility: the Heart Demons hadn’t stopped and kept flying around.
"Keep looking, no stopping allowed."
Wuyin said coldly.
The doctor almost wailed; they wouldn’t allow rest, and if it continued, not only his body but even his cultivation foundation would be damaged.
The worst could be that they hadn’t found the Heart Demon, and he’d collapse first!
However, Xin Zui and the other two were apparently not considering how he felt, and they continued dragging him along to search aimlessly.
...
"You seem very idle day by day, don’t you?"
In the grand hall, the old Taoist came and went, making the voice sound somewhat discontent.
After recounting the happenings Han Yu described, he spoke with interest, "This little opportunity, Taoist wants to take advantage to strike a blow to Yama Hall’s strength."
"If you want to do it, go do it yourself, don’t tell me."
The owner of the voice spoke with dissatisfaction.
The old Taoist looked surprised, unable to think of what had displeased this person, feeling the tone wasn’t right.
Yet he still mentioned his suspicions about Han Yu and, considering the strange things with Liu Zongyuan, was convinced that the matter of the three old monstrosities’ heart demons severing from the body must have ties to pills.
This was worth pondering, as Han Yu was capable of crafting such peculiar pills, hinting at not-small secrets.
"Should we further contact or capture him?"
The old Taoist suggested either deepening contact to see what might be gained from it.
Or perhaps mimicking Yama Hall’s approach.
"Do you think you can take him on?"
The owner of the voice scoffed.
"Then my lord..."
The old Taoist was taken aback; truly, he hadn’t considered whether they could take on one with twelve of them?
"So what happened with Xin Zui and them? Were they captured?"
The voice was full of ridicule.
The old Taoist suddenly realized, indeed, every one of Yama Hall suffered losses.
Moreover, Xin Zui’s trio was tripped up and the person slipped through their fingers.
From another perspective, the twelve of the Celestial Dao Sect really weren’t strong enough to retain him.
If this individual were to act, though?
The old Taoist unwittingly thought of having this powerful figure take action, but the person across seemed to sense something, speaking immediately.
"If you are counting on me, then I advise you to give up. A few sticks of incense aren’t enough to make me exert much power."
"Should the heavens explode due to that person, you all would die as well."
The old Taoist broke into a cold sweat, not doubting Han Yu’s power to destroy the heavens.
If it were really like that, the twelve of them wouldn’t survive either.
"Stop these scheming thoughts, I’ll first investigate the background of this person. How could a place like the Central Continent give birth to such a character?"
The owner of the voice remained silent for a moment before speaking.
As for the Heart Demon, the voice was evidently too lazy to bother.
"May I leave now?"
The old Taoist rose to leave the Divine Platform, but as he was about to go, the voice suddenly called to halt him.
"Wait!"
His about-to-fly body immediately sat upright with respect, saying, "What else would the esteemed envoy like to instruct?"
After a silent moment in the grand hall, an irritated voice finally said, "Wang Xingzhi, next time you offer incense, pick a good time, don’t do it when I’m upset with my stomach!"
After he had spoken, the three incense sticks before Wang Xingzhi suddenly seemed to be pinched out by an invisible hand.
Wang Xingzhi stood there, dumbfounded; was the lord’s displeasure due to a stomach upset?
That can’t be right! Not to mention the lord, even those cultivators at the Divine Platform Realm couldn’t possibly have stomach troubles. How could the lord have it?
Moreover, at this realm, eating or not was nonsensical, so how could there be stomach troubles? The lord surely didn’t have a privy, so what did he do when he needed to go?
Wang Xingzhi momentarily imagined a high figure clutching his stomach, flying around looking for a privy; even more bizarrely, he pictured the figure squatting in a bush while talking to him...
Damn, such an eye-scorching forbidden scene.
Before Wang Xingzhi could wipe the scene from his mind, the incense sticks relit suddenly.
"I suddenly feel you’re thinking of something offensive to me."
As soon as the voice fell, a force lifted Wang Xingzhi and threw him down the mountain.
In the grand hall, the owner of the voice sounded exasperated, "Damn it, I haven’t done that in hundreds of years, what’s wrong today, it smells awful..."
When Wang Xingzhi landed flat on his back at the foot of the mountain, he nearly frightened the folks from the Celestial Dao Sect.
Did he provoke that big shot’s temper?
The group thought silently, but dared not ask.
Of course, Wang Xingzhi couldn’t speak of it either.
He certainly couldn’t say the big shot had a stomach upset today and was in a bad mood or anything of the sort!
Who knows, after saying it, he might get beaten.
"Um... shall we head out?"
Wang Xingzhi got up awkwardly, nonchalantly brushing off the dust on his clothes, yet his face was beet red as he spoke.
What? So soon?
It had only been a day; what happened to laying low?
Han Yu hadn’t expected the group to be so enthusiastic about causing trouble for Yama Hall that they wouldn’t delay.
It’s been how long, and they’re already heading out.
Does that mean I still have to continue hiding out there?
"Shouldn’t be necessary, you said the Celestial Dao Sect is also out searching for the Heart Demon, the other side can agree to that?"
The Artifact Spirit spoke cheerfully, not to mention, those three old demons would go crazy, a fight was bound to break out.
"They probably wouldn’t have time to bother us anymore."
Han Yu thought about it and realized indeed, if he went out, both Yama Hall and the Celestial Dao Sect would be searching for the Heart Demon, creating a likely conflict.
No one would have time to care about him then.
"There’s still our debt to Quan Xiaotong! Sixty years of Qi Fortune hasn’t been collected."
The Artifact Spirit urged, the little it lacked to complete itself was simply unparalleled, forming a shape had never felt so difficult.
Now all hopes lay on the sixty years of Qi Fortune, surely a minuscule progress won’t need a whole sixty years to fill, right?
The more it thought, the more it made sense, the Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but push incessantly.
"Hurry back, let them stay and fight, it’s no longer our concern."
Soon, the twelve gathered to summon a galactic river, the foot of the mountain washed in the glow of the galaxy, and the bronze gate reappeared at this moment once more...
