Chapter 167: Sun Wukong's Rebellion - Misfortunes Befall My Comrades, Not Me - Ah? The Wives I Abandoned Turned Out to Be Real

Chapter 167: Sun Wukong's Rebellion - Misfortunes Befall My Comrades, Not Me [At this moment, Tie Shan happened to bring some tea over and stood outside the door, overhearing your conversation.] [Upon hearing your reply to Bai Ningshuang, her heart felt sweet.] [However, she could not be too self-satisfied, lest she further hurt Bai Ningshuang's feelings.] [You noticed Tie Shan standing at the door and quickly rose from your seat.] [You then took the tea she was holding.] "You have worked hard during this time." [Tie Shan, however, did not take the credit and turned to look at Bai Ningshuang beside her.] "If we are talking about hard work, Sister Ningshuang has endured even more." "Day and night, she's been refining elixirs for you, and she's grown quite thin." "Alright, you are still recovering from your injuries; you should rest more." [As she spoke, Tie Shan had already gently pushed you back onto the bed, covering you with a light white quilt.] [With a mere wave of her hand, a wave of sleepiness overcame you, leaving you feeling drowsy.] [Bai Ningshuang looked at Tie Shan with gratitude in her eyes, though there was also a trace of envy and jealousy, unsure how to feel.] [Finally, she could only bid farewell.] "You two stay here. I'll go check on the alchemist's room and the cauldron." [With that, Bai Ningshuang left, her figure appearing somewhat desolate.] [As you watched her leave, you pulled Tie Shan's hand to your chest.] "I'm going to sleep now. Stay with me." [Tie Shan's eyes, like black gems, shone with love and affection for you. She gently lowered her head, her red lips softly kissing your forehead.] "Sleep, I'm here. I won't leave." [Gazing at Tie Shan's beautiful face, it seemed to you as if the heavens had used a brush to craft her, embodying all the world's beauty.] [You slept for ten consecutive days, during which time Tie Shan did not leave your side, silently watching over you.] [Meanwhile, an exciting piece of news spread from outside Shushan.] [It was that the Bull Demon King and his sworn brothers had rebelled.] [They had stormed the Southern Heavenly Gate, causing heavy losses among the heavenly soldiers.] [These heavenly soldiers were once loose immortals with low magical power, hoping to ascend to the celestial realm and complete their cultivation.] [The benefit of ascension is to escape the cycle of life and death, break the limits of lifespan, and provide a better environment for cultivation. These loose immortals, after ascending, became menial servants doing chores like sweeping and serving tea. Some even ended up as heavenly soldiers under other heavenly generals.] [However, in terms of combat strength, these heavenly soldiers and generals are weaker than you.] [With the Bull Demon King and his sworn brothers rebelling, the Ashura race naturally wanted to distance themselves.] [According to Tie Shan, after this incident, King Ashura sent a letter, expressing gratitude to you.] [If you hadn't taken her away, the Ashura race might not have escaped involvement.] [The letter also mentioned that Tie Shan should return home to prepare for your wedding.] [You are now undeniably the next head of Shushan, a status that bestows great influence even in the celestial realm. Marrying and becoming a Daoist couple with you would not tarnish the Ashura race's reputation.] [You were delighted, and so was Tie Shan.] [After a brief farewell, Tie Shan left to make proper preparations to welcome you to Ashura King's city.] [You continued to recuperate for another month until you were fully healed.] [During this time, Bai Ningshuang's elixirs were critical to your recovery, for which you felt deeply grateful.] [Bai Ningshuang, however, seemed uncomfortable with your gratitude.] [In a huff, she refused to see you.] [Observing her behavior, you were content with the peace, but soon an issue arose that wiped away your smile.] [In Shushan's main hall, the Qiankun Hall, ancestral masters who have ascended are worshipped.] [Yet, each time you approached the Qiankun Hall, you felt an inexplicable force of repulsion. Attempting to enter, red marks appeared on your body, and you felt as if you were engulfed by demonic fire, in unbearable pain.] [You felt deeply uneasy, unsure of the reason behind this.] [Upon reflection, you suspected it might be due to your cultivation of the Blood God Scripture.] [Despite having ascended, the ancestral masters may have left a thread of divine thought to watch over Shushan.] [Now that they've noticed you, who knows what they might plan next.] [Pondering deeply, you decided to temporarily leave Shushan.] [Without bidding farewell to Reality Immortals Yi Sheng and Yi Chen, you left Shushan.] [After departing, you sought a stronghold of evil cultivators, determined to perfect the Blood God Scripture.] [According to the scripture, upon mastery, you would revert to purity, free from demonic traits.] [Unknowingly, you found yourself arriving at Yue Mansion once again.] [Upon seeing your arrival, Yue Longcheng was overjoyed.] "I wondered why my left eye was twitching nonstop—it turns out my benefactor has arrived." "Please, come in. I'll arrange a feast in your honor." [You thanked Yue Longcheng for the information and flew towards the Poison Dragon Pool of Wan Du Mountain.] [After traveling about six hundred li, you saw the clouds ahead turning a dark crimson and a mountain range appearing violet-red, with no sign of human habitation.] [Thinking this must be Wan Du Mountain, you increased your speed and quickly arrived at its base.] [As you approached, a nauseating sweet and stinky scent hit you, almost causing you to faint.] [You swiftly took an antidote pill, its coolness driving away the sleepiness and poison.] [As you flew in, you saw a poison pool surrounded by the mountain range of Wan Du Mountain.] [At the pool's edge lay the carcasses of dead animals and bones, bleached white over time.] [Looking into the murky green-black water, you couldn't see the bottom.] [Just as you prepared to search for Mao Fang's trace, a grotesque bird appeared. It had three heads, six claws, feathers of vibrant colors, and claws as hard as iron. A capture by this creature could easily result in broken bones.] [At this moment, the Fire Dragon Sword instinctively protected you, transforming into a fiery dragon and coiling around the bird.] [As the flames devoured its feathers, the bird screeched in agony.] [You did not hesitate, beheading all three of the bird's heads.] [The bird fell into the poison pool, and with a splash, an inky green poison dragon emerged, swallowing the bird whole.] [Without mercy, you unleashed the Taiyi Golden Essence Sword, its three blades tearing into the dragon.] [Despite its tough armor-like scales, the poison dragon was no match for the powerful swords, quickly succumbing to its wounds.] [Defeated, the dragon dove back into the pool, vanishing from sight.] [Retrieving your flying swords, your thoughts turned to the heroic tales of Bai Yang Zhenren's second divine self.] [In a matter of hours, he had slain hundreds of demon dragons and poison dragons. If you could reach such a level, you'd be at ease.] [Standing at the pool's edge, you performed a parting water spell and leaped into the depths.] [The pool's depth surpassed your expectations, descending thousands of meters without reaching the bottom.] [The poison dragon pool was shaped like a gourd, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, extending nearly ten thousand meters across its base.] [You descended nearly ten thousand meters before reaching the bottom.] [There, you discovered a palace with three large characters: Poison Dragon Palace.] [It was imposing and luxurious.] [Upon closer inspection, though submerged, the interior of the palace was dry without a trace of moisture.] [A closer look revealed that the Poison Dragon Palace was adorned with numerous water-repelling pearls, preventing water from seeping in.] [Recalling Yue Longcheng's remark about Mao Fang cultivating in the poison dragon pool, you surmised that this might be his domain.] [You boldly approached the Poison Dragon Palace.] [Using your flying sword, you shattered the palace gate's magical defenses and pushed open the door to find the interior lit as if it were daylight.] [Illuminated by many radiant jewels, the opulence took your breath away.] [You couldn't help but marvel at Mao Fang's extravagance, gathering such rare treasures in abundance.] [Unbeknownst to you, the poison dragon pool had not always been like this. It was once home to a dragon king, for whom the Poison Dragon Palace had been built.] [Later, Mao Fang drove the dragon king away, seizing the palace for himself.] [Mao Fang's formidable ghost fire pouch had repelled even the dragon king's reinforcements, leaving him no choice but to find a new abode.] As you were about to inspect further, you discovered Mao Fang sitting on the Dragon King's throne, eyes closed, his face ashen—a sure sign his spirit was roaming. You felt a twinge of disappointment. Your entire purpose for being here was to capture Mao Fang's primordial spirit. Yet now, with him in a state of spiritual wandering and no telling when he might return, your plans had hit a snag. Without hesitation, you severed Mao Fang's arms and legs, turning his body into a mere stump. After staunching the bleeding and rummaging through his treasures, you sat back and patiently awaited his return. Unaware of his present predicament, Mao Fang had recently lost much of his power—his Ghost Fire Pouch and Poison Dragon Sword had been destroyed. To make up for this, he had arranged a gathering with fellow cultivators at the Poison Dragon Palace. He intended to spend lavishly to procure materials for refining new magical artifacts from his Daoist friends. Additionally, he hoped to collect ghost fire they'd gathered over the years to recreate the Ghost Fire Pouch. However, the primordial spirit of an evil cultivator, formed from yin accumulation, couldn't perceive the surroundings of its physical body like the yang-formed spirits of the righteous path could. Just as he was about to rise, he realized his arms and legs were missing. With a thud, he rolled off the Dragon King's throne. The noise startled you, prompting you to emerge from the rear hall to investigate, where you found the now limbless Mao Fang writhing on the floor in despair. "Who did this?" "Who dares to toy with me like this?" Hearing his cries, you decided to reveal yourself and stepped out from the hall. Mao Fang immediately recognized you, his eyes bulging with rage. "It's you!" "We have no deep-seated grudge, only a skirmish from that encounter. Why put me through such torment?" Your eyes were cold as you replied. "I simply need the primordial spirit of a dark cultivator." "Knowing you were here saved me the trouble of searching elsewhere." With that, you prepared to end Mao Fang's life. In utter terror, Mao Fang realized that if you seized his spirit, he wouldn't even have the chance for reincarnation and cultivation in another life. "Misfortunes befall my comrades, not me." Desperate, Mao Fang concocted a way out of his life-threatening predicament. "Wait!" "Don't kill me!" "Aren't you after the primordial spirits of evil cultivators?" "I can tell you where to find them!" (End of Chapter)