Chapter 0183

Chapter 183 is the same type of Dharma form as mine!

Tang Qi stiffened and turned, alert: “Who is it?”

When he saw the newcomer, he forced a warm smile: “Oh, it’s Third Senior Sister.”

Chen Ling’er’s gaze burned with hate as she named her: “Xuan Shu Yu!”

Back then, this woman had hurt Zhou Tong the worst. To gain a Sacred Physique, she had even taken Zhou Tong’s heart-blood. Her sins were heavy, and heaven would not forgive. Seeing her again, Chen Ling’er put Xuan Shu Yu among her enemies.

Chen Ling’er asked with a thin blade in her voice: “Why are you here?”

Xuan Shu Yu blinked as if puzzled and answered mildly: “Senior sister, what’s wrong? You seem to have a big problem with me.”

Inside, Xuan Shu Yu’s smile was icy. Since Zhou Tong had struck her down twice with overwhelming force, she didn’t hate him. She even set aside the hatred for her kin and felt something strange for him. Humans are endlessly varied, and her heart leaned toward the strongest. Now, in her eyes, Chen Ling’er had become a shameless tease hanging onto Zhou Tong. It was disgusting.

In that instant, both women felt the impulse to get rid of the other.

Tang Qi looked Xuan Shu Yu up and down and brightened with joy: “Senior sister, you actually became a true Sacred Physique!”

This was heaven helping him. If the bearer of a Sacred Physique would willingly dual cultivate with him, he could gain sacred source and raise his chances of breaking through to Saint. It was a once-in-a-lifetime gift.

He praised her with a look of longing: “We haven’t seen each other in days, and your grace is even brighter. Truly worthy of celebration.”

Chen Ling’er drew breath to warn her, but pain stabbed her brow as a foreign seal bit into her: Tang Qi’s voice slid into her ear like a snake, low and threatening: “Wretch, I’ve placed a restriction on you. Ruin my good thing, and I’ll make you suffer forever.”

Xuan Shu Yu met Tang Qi’s burning gaze. Before, his attention would have made her blush hot and want to throw herself into his arms. Now she felt nothing. Maybe she was born to admire the strongest. After seeing Zhou Tong’s unmatched brilliance, her heart no longer stirred so easily.

She changed the subject with a casual tone: “Where are you two going?”

Tang Qi lifted his chin and said proudly: “Do I need to say it? Zhou Tong is a traitor who harms the sect. I’m going to take his head.”

At the word sect, a flash of hatred passed through Xuan Shu Yu’s eyes, followed by a curl of disdain: “He’s strong now. Can you even beat him?”

Tang Qi didn’t hear the mockery. He grew even more smug: “Killing him will be like bending down to pick up a leaf.”

He flared his aura. Power of the Reincarnation Realm rolled across the wilds. Xuan Shu Yu felt it tremble through her, and her eyes lit up again.

“You’ve grown this strong?” she murmured, truly surprised.

For a moment she wavered. [Should I choose Zhou Tong? Or Tang Qi? Or both?]

If Chen Ling’er had heard that, she would have laughed herself sick: [This vile woman actually thinks she gets to choose? If you’ve never owned a mirror, at least use a puddle. Look at yourself.]

Xuan Shu Yu quickly made up her mind and smiled: “Then let me come with you. I want to see which of you is stronger.”

Whoever won would earn a chance to pursue her. She had a Sacred Physique now, and she felt she matched anyone.

If Mountain Ghost had heard this, he would have laughed his head off: “I’ve seen people stoop low, but never this low. What league do you think you’re in to claim a match with my king!”

Tang Qi’s eyes gleamed with greasy excitement as he clapped: “Good, good! Let senior sister see my methods. When I win, you must reward me.”

Since he had used the Devouring Heavenly Devil Art to take certain parts from others, even his will and nature had been twisted. And as a self-styled man among men, he burned with restless desire at all times. With two beauties near him, his craving surged.

Xuan Shu Yu swayed like a water snake and said in a sultry purr: “All right. If you win, you can have me as you please.”

Tang Qi laughed and swept them both up as he accelerated: “Ha! It’s a deal. No time to waste. Let’s go.”

Xuan Shu Yu’s eyes curved as she hid a secret smile: [Zhou Tong, this is my final test for you. If you can grasp it, fortune will favor you.]

…

Desolate Mountain secret realm, second level.

Zhou Tong suddenly sneezed, making the others look over in surprise. This was no small thing. A top expert at the Life-and-Death Realm shouldn’t sneeze without control. Was something unclean cursing him?

He started to explain, but a luring voice chimed in the air: “Honored guest, come play.”

Everyone shivered. Zhou Tong’s face changed.

He warned at once: “There’s demon aura. Be careful.”

The world lurched. In an instant, the scene around them changed. Zhou Tong looked around and saw his companions racing away into the distance, as if pushed. Under the vast sky and wide earth, only he was left standing alone.

He steadied himself and judged calmly: “An illusion? No… Array Arts… no, both layered together.”

He sent out his spiritual sense and mapped the truth in a heartbeat. The second level was no joke. A giant array underfoot split space to isolate each person, and strong illusion veiled it all so people couldn’t tell real from false.

He frowned. The one who laid the illusion should be from the Demon Clan. The diversity inside this Desolate Mountain secret realm was shocking. Humans, the God Clan, the Devil Race, the Demon Clan, and strange races… who knew what would show up next?

His brow twitched. An attack rushed him from behind.

He only tilted aside a little and avoided it. His spiritual sense locked onto the attacker.

He spoke evenly when he saw the youth: “It’s you. You’re not dead, and you even seized a new body.”

Although the face was different, the soul’s essence never changed. Zhou Tong recognized him at once. It was Huang Chen, the one who had barely escaped death in Zhou Tong’s hands.

Huang Chen’s voice was heavy: “Brat, you really aren’t ordinary.” Then his expression turned mocking. On this level, he was the absolute master.

Zhou Tong watched him with interest: “You’re strange. Before, you only merged with a demon soul. Now you’ve added a monster soul and a god soul. Aren’t you afraid you can’t handle it?”

Huang Chen chuckled darkly: “That’s none of your concern. You should worry about your own life.”

Zhou Tong replied like an old friend: “Don’t be so distant. Back when you stole the Authority of Water, you wanted to be a god. Now you’ve merged with a god soul. Did you get what you wanted?”

Huang Chen snorted: “Frog at the bottom of a well. I don’t want to be a fake god. I will become a true god.” He lifted his chin and added with cruel delight: “Here, only spiritual power rules everything.”

A terrifying wave burst from his brow and rolled across the space. “I know you’re not normal and your spiritual power is strong, but there’s no way it’s stronger than mine.”

A snake-shaped manifestation rose behind him, boosting his mind like a crown on his head. The giant serpent roared at Zhou Tong and pressed down with pure will: kneel!

Zhou Tong smiled, relaxed and bright: “What a coincidence. It’s the same type of manifestation as mine.”