Chapter 111: Chapter 110: Harvesting Evil Qi, Counting the Spoils
"White Tiger General, Dui Palace God. With my Seven Qi, slay all evil spirits."
This was the Mountain Thunder Talisman. Named for the mountains, its essence was actually Metal.
Once the Spell was cast, the Yellow Talisman burst into flame. Streaks of golden light, pulsing with a sharp aura, materialized from nothing. Wreathed in the crackling purple light of Thunder Power, they shot forward like sharp swords, homing in on the Evil Qi of the Demon Power.
"Essence of Li Fire, Spirit of the South. With my Three Qi, incinerate all evil spirits."
This was the Fire Thunder Talisman. The type of flame it produced had a special name: Nanming Li Fire.
As the Spell concluded, another Yellow Talisman ignited. Sparks of red light flickered to life, each containing a pulsing violet core. Like a Meteor Fire Rain, they filled the gaps between the golden swords, raining down from the heavens.
The Mountain Thunder Talisman was a physical Attack with additional Thunderbolt damage, and the Fire Thunder Talisman was a Magic Attack, also with additional Thunderbolt damage. These were the two primary offensive Talismans in the Five Thunders Talisman set.
As he watched the dozens of golden lights and red stars descend, blanketing the sky with the might of celestial Thunderbolts, the White Wolf King’s expression darkened. He snapped open the folding fan in his hand, channeling all his Demon Power into a violent and furious fanning.
After all, Gu Zhao’s Dao Practice was still shallow. Before the dozens of Thunder Talismans could even get close to the White Wolf King, they were completely dissipated by his Demon Power.
The White Wolf King hadn’t escaped unscathed, either. Thunderbolts wielding celestial might were not so easily countered. Though he wasn’t injured, unleashing that furious torrent of Magical Power had left him feeling drained, and his meridians ached as if they were tearing.
The next moment, his eyes reflected a flash of red. The Taiyi Wind and Fire had swept in, forming a furious, fiery tornado that trapped him and blocked his path of escape.
Taoist Yan Song performed the Seven Stars Gang Dou footwork, using its External Skills to coordinate his steps and breathing. While regulating the flow of True Qi in his body, he spewed forth the Taiyi Wind and Fire. He was now using his full strength, creating a seamless wall of flame that filled the sky.
Seeing his dozens of Talismans destroyed, Gu Zhao didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He simply produced dozens more Yellow Talismans and flung them out, transforming them into a sky full of golden-red light, like meteors, like a rain of blades.
Taoist Yan Song and Gu Zhao had now surrounded the White Wolf King with their Magic. Taoist Yi Hong stood outside the fray, making no move. He simply leaned on his saber with one hand and stroked his beard with the other, his eyes narrowed as he stood perfectly still and calm.
Within the fiery tornado, the White Wolf King’s eyes were blood-red.
Though his Dao Practice was high and his Magical Power profound, he was under immense pressure. His opponents’ Cultivation levels were clearly not high, yet their strength far surpassed that of Mages or even Divine Spirit Monarchs of the same realm.
"BREAK!"
The White Wolf King roared and fanned his magical fan once more. His Demon Power coalesced into the tangible form of a wolf’s head, which tore a crack in the wall of Taiyi fire.
At the same time, the White Wolf King tossed the glamorous woman he was holding into the air, then transformed back into a black wind and shot through the crack.
"AH!" The glamorous woman let out a piercing scream before being swallowed by the torrent of gold and red light.
WHOOSH! The White Wolf King burst through the Taiyi Wind and Fire. He furiously circulated the Demon Power in his body as his folding fan snapped shut, transforming into a sharp sword. He thrust it directly at the transparent barrier nearby.
UUUUUU—
The sound of the xiao pierced his mind, but the White Wolf King forcibly expelled it.
BOOM!
This time, the White Wolf King held nothing back. Focusing all his power into the tip of his fan-turned-sword, he shattered the entire surface of the Great Dragon-locking Array.
The barrier rippled violently before dissolving into motes of light.
But the backlash from the Array was considerable. The White Wolf King let out a muffled grunt. Not only did his meridians tear again, but his Dantian was also left empty, and he could barely summon his strength.
However, with the Dragon-locking Array broken, the White Wolf King was no longer afraid. He forcefully mustered his Demon Power, about to transform into a black wind and escape.
"You have some nerve! When I return, I will..."
Of course, he had to deliver a parting threat. The White Wolf King turned his head with a vicious glare, only to find a figure had already appeared before him. The man’s eyes snapped open, his Cyan Dragon Crescent Saber held high, its blade glinting coldly in the moonlight.
"SLAY!"
Taoist Yi Hong bellowed as his long saber traced a crescent arc through the air, sweeping across the White Wolf King’s neck.
SLICE!
The Yanyue Saber fell, and the wolf’s head flew into the air.
The True Qi from the blade’s edge surged into the White Wolf King’s body, shredding his Sea of Divine Soul Consciousness.
Holding the Yanyue Saber in a reverse grip with his right hand, Taoist Yi Hong reached out with his left and caught the wolf’s head in midair. "Truly a fool just waiting to have his head taken!" he declared proudly.
Gu Zhao was speechless. "..."
Taoist Yan Song was speechless. "..."
Taoist Yan Song retracted his face-mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "That guy’s Cultivation wasn’t as high as the Bian Ancestor’s, but he was actually harder to deal with."
"That’s because the Bian Ancestor was in the middle of a blood sacrifice for the Primordial Pearl and couldn’t use his full strength," Gu Zhao said.
The Five Thunders Order and the Thunder Seed had absorbed the Evil Qi of three Demons. The Evil Qi contributed by this White Wolf King, who had spent over a hundred years killing and eating people, was only slightly less than that of the Bian Ancestor.
Taoist Yan Song looked at Gu Zhao. "Did you form a new Thunder Seed?"
Gu Zhao sensed the Evil Qi circulating within the Five Thunders Order, transforming into Thunder Power and augmenting his Magical Power. He shook his head. "I’m still a little short."
"That’s still impressive," said Taoist Yi Hong. "A Thunder Seed can activate a mortal’s Innate Qi. It’s no ordinary thing."
"A few more ordinary Demons, or another Great Demon like the White Wolf King, and it should be enough for sure," Gu Zhao said.
"There are two more Great Demons like that up on Three Extremes Mountain," Taoist Yan Song chuckled.
Taoist Yi Hong’s eyes narrowed. "Then you’d better focus on your Cultivation. If both of them come at us at once next time, it could get troublesome."
Taoist Yan Song walked into the middle of the clearing and looked down at the large rat at his feet. "Once we’ve absorbed all this Evil Qi, we’ll be able to handle the two Demon Kings of Three Extremes Mountain even if they attack together."
Now that the battle was over, Zhuo Qingyan, the Silk Embroideress, Bai Ke, and Wang Yue all gathered around.
The rat had left a corpse behind, but the glamorous woman had been engulfed by dozens of Mountain Thunder and Fire Thunder Talismans, blasted into nothingness.
With his death, the White Wolf King reverted to his true form: a white wolf, a full size larger than a common gray wolf. It was over two meters long, almost the size of a Siberian tiger. If brought back to the modern world, it would definitely end up in a lab as a specimen.
The Silk Embroideress picked up a trident. "More loot."
Last time, they’d acquired a Wolf Fang Club, a Single Saber, and a Long Spear, all of decent quality. Now they had a trident, too. Combined with their previously captured arms, they were starting to look like a weapons museum.
"The best piece of loot is this," Zhuo Qingyan said, picking up the White Wolf King’s folding fan. Its ribs were forged from refined iron, and the fan’s surface was like fine silk. The front depicted a pack of charging wolves, while the back bore the two words "White Wolf." An aura flowed within it; it was a true Magical Treasure.
Zhuo Qingyan handed the fan to Gu Zhao. When Gu Zhao infused it with his Magical Power, he was surprised to see it activate. Two white wolves leaped from the fan’s surface, but their eyes were vacant, possessing no true intelligence.
Gu Zhao blinked. "I can use this?"
"You can use the Cyan Feather Fan, so why wouldn’t you be able to use this one?" Taoist Yan Song laughed.
Gu Zhao waved his hand, recalling the two white wolves’ Origins back into the fan. After sensing it for a moment, he understood the Magical Treasure’s secrets. "Each of these white wolves was created from the vital blood of a single wolf to make this White Wolf Fan."
