madnovel Chapter 80 Returning to Wan Da Shan
Chapter 80 Returning to Wan Da Shan
"Oh no! Your Highness! The Seventh Prince... he's going to be burned to death!"
The maid's panicked screams rang in Zheng Wanqing's ears like a thunderclap.
She was meditating in the attic when she heard this and suddenly opened her eyes. For the first time, a look of panic appeared on her exquisite, dignified, and impeccable face.
"Dao'er!"
Before she could even think, she blurred into a streak of light and rushed out of the pavilion.
When she arrived outside the training ground, the scene before her made her heart skip a beat.
The entire training ground transformed into a rolling golden sea of fire, and at the center of the sea of fire, a huge fireball several meters in diameter was burning fiercely, emitting terrifying high temperatures that distorted space, as if a small sun had fallen to earth.
"Dao'er!"
Zheng Wanqing's heart tightened, and she instinctively wanted to rush into the sea of fire.
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Zheng Wanqing turned around abruptly, only to find that Wu Kuangren had appeared behind her at some point.
He was still dressed in a simple gray robe, his hands behind his back, and he walked over casually. The terrifying heat wave that could melt metal blew on him, but it didn't even lift the hem of his robe.
He squinted, examining the enormous fireball with astonishment.
"This kid, he really dares to do this."
"Don't worry, he's practicing an extremely terrifying method. Judging from his skill level, he's very steady. There's nothing to worry about."
Hearing Wu Kuangren's words, Zheng Wanqing's heart finally settled down a little.
She took a deep breath, regaining the dignity befitting a princess, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the servants still trembling in the distance, her voice clear and authoritative:
"Disperse, everyone. Anyone who dares to utter a single word about what happened today shall go to the execution hall and face death."
The servants, as if granted a pardon, scattered in all directions, scrambling and crawling.
After the area was cleared, Zheng Wanqing turned her gaze back to the golden fireball. Her usually gentle eyes now seemed incredibly fiery, even more intense than the flames in the training ground.
"He... is he about to reach the third realm so soon?" Her voice was filled with a hint of shock.
The Martial Madman keenly caught the fervor in her eyes, then turned to look at his precious disciple in the fireball, a strange smile involuntarily creeping onto his face.
"This kid can't be judged by common sense."
He took a swig of his drink and changed the subject:
"Once he emerges from seclusion this time, he should be heading to the capital. I will secretly follow him then, to prevent any foolish demons or monsters from causing trouble."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly, her eyes sparkling, and said, "This is the safest approach."
She paused, as if making a decision, and continued, "At that time, I will also leave the palace. Firstly, to see him off, and secondly, I have some long-standing matters that I need to take care of."
The Martial Madman laughed heartily: "Go with peace of mind. I will naturally take good care of my precious disciple."
Just as the two were talking, Wang Dao, at the center of the inferno, was undergoing his most crucial transformation.
"Boom!"
An even more terrifying aura than before erupted from the golden fireball, shooting straight into the sky and causing the clouds to change color.
Wang Dao's figure appeared and disappeared in the firelight. Countless golden divine rays burst forth from every pore of his body. His surging blood and qi completely transformed into tangible flames, burning on his body and outlining his muscular lines like a dragon's coils. He was majestic and extraordinary, like a war god who had emerged from the flames.
As the last wisp of true solar fire was completely refined by him, the golden sea of fire that covered the entire training ground seemed to receive the emperor's command, letting out a deafening roar, transforming into a huge fiery tornado that frantically poured into Wang Dao's body.
His chest was now like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the energy that could burn mountains and boil seas.
"Buzz!"
A deep, resonant roar, like the sound of a great bell, emanated from Wang Dao's body. His chest heaved violently, producing a metallic clang.
The barrier to his realm shattered instantly, and he achieved the Thunder Furnace Realm!
Seeing that Wang Dao's aura had become stable after his breakthrough and that there was no longer any risk of him losing control, Zheng Wanqing and Wu Kuangren exchanged a glance and then quietly left without disturbing him any longer.
On the training ground, the sea of fire had been extinguished, leaving only a scene of devastation.
Several hours passed before Wang Dao slowly opened his eyes, as the last rays of the setting sun appeared on the horizon.
Two beams of golden light, almost tangible, flashed from his eyes, scorching the air in front of him and causing it to distort slightly.
He stood up, feeling an explosive power coursing through his body.
My heart pounded like a war drum, and every breath felt like I was swallowing and exhaling molten lava.
With the completion of the Thunder Furnace Realm, his internal organs are far more resilient than before, laying a solid foundation for him to accommodate even more powerful qi and blood.
As Wang Dao's gaze swept around, his lips twitched involuntarily. The once smooth and mirror-like Qinggang stone ground was now pitted and uneven, with traces of melting and solidification everywhere, as if it had been bombarded by countless meteorites.
The air was still filled with an astonishingly high temperature; if an ordinary person got close, they would probably be roasted into jerky on the spot.
He summoned a trembling servant and instructed him, "Don't clean here yet, wait a few days."
Then, with a thought, Wang Dao activated the Xuan Turtle Breath Concealing Technique on its own.
This technique had long been ingrained in his instincts, constantly tempering his spirit and body. His progress was the fastest among all techniques, and he had cultivated it to the point of mastery on his own.
As the cultivation technique circulated, the scorching heat that had been uncontrollable after his breakthrough receded like a tide, receding into his body, and he returned to his ordinary appearance.
Back in his attic, Wang Dao poured himself a cup of cold tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
"Luckily, I bought enough Ice Heart Jade Soul Pills back then," he muttered to himself with lingering fear. "Without such treasures to protect my heart meridian, cultivating this 'Sun Devouring Qi Technique' would truly be a matter of life and death."
"I now strongly suspect that the great sect that created this technique killed itself by practicing it."
He had just put down his teacup when a maidservant hurried in, bowed, and announced, "Seventh Young Master, Pavilion Master Liu of Jubao Pavilion has come to visit."
A strange light flashed in Wang Dao's eyes; Liu Ruyan had arrived quickly.
"Please let her in."
His mind raced, wondering how the matter he had asked this guy to inquire about last time had gone.
It's said that Xinmotian's intelligence network is unparalleled in the world; hopefully, we won't disappoint him.
Soon, a fragrant breeze wafted over.
Liu Ruyan entered gracefully, wearing a semi-transparent purple gauze dress that perfectly accentuated her stunningly beautiful curves. Her languidly draped black hair brushed against her captivating eyes, and every gesture she made exuded natural allure.
As soon as she entered, she saw Wang Dao and looked him up and down with her alluring eyes, as if trying to see through him.
"Pavilion Master Liu, has your presence brought me good news?" Wang Dao spoke first, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.
As the current successor of the Heart Demon Heaven and the master of the Treasure Pavilion in Zhenbei Royal City, Liu Ruyan's intelligence capabilities are beyond doubt.
Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan did not rush to answer. She gracefully moved to the chair opposite Wang Dao and sat down, her movements elegant and alluring.
Every smile and frown of hers seemed to touch one's heartstrings, and her voice was soft and sweet.
"Young master, what are you saying? I've come all this way and haven't even had a cup of hot tea. You're so unromantic!"
She gave Wang Dao a resentful look and continued:
"As soon as I heard the news of His Majesty the Emperor's bestowal of marriage, I rushed here in a hurry."
"Although you now have a celestial beauty like the Princess, you still can't neglect me like this."
Wang Dao smiled gently, seemingly oblivious to the probing and teasing in her words.
"What are you saying, Pavilion Master Liu?"
He picked up the teapot, poured a full cup of tea for Liu Ruyan, then gently pushed the teacup over, tapped his fingertips on the table, and his gaze sharpened again.
"How's the matter going?"
Liu Ruyan picked up the teacup, her slender fingers pinching the warm cup, and her red lips brought to the rim, gently blowing away the rising steam.
She didn't drink it, but simply held the teacup under her nose, inhaling the aroma, while her alluring eyes remained fixed on Wang Dao.
Just then, a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz rang out directly in Wang Dao's spiritual world.
"The King of Zhenbei has a close relationship with Xuehetian."
These words, like a boulder, instantly crashed into Wang Dao's calm heart, stirring up huge waves.
Wang Dao's pupils suddenly contracted, but the gentle smile on his face remained unchanged, and even became more radiant.
"Master Liu is too kind," he said loudly, his voice carrying a gentle warmth. "Who would dare to neglect such a beautiful, kind-hearted, and well-proportioned woman as Master Liu? I was just afraid that simple food might slight our distinguished guest."
At the same time, his voice coldly echoed in Liu Ruyan's mental world: "Continue."
On the surface, the two were all smiles and laughter, one with a charming smile and the other with gentle elegance, as if they were flirting and teasing each other.
Behind the scenes, earth-shattering intelligence was being exchanged at lightning speed.
When they parted ways at Jubaoge last time, Wang Dao entrusted Liu Ruyan to use the power of Xinmotian to help him investigate Xue Wuhen. This was the foundation for their subsequent cooperation.
Liu Ruyan's telepathic message rang out again, devoid of any emotion, a stark contrast to her current alluring expression:
"Blood River Heavenly Saint Child Xue Wuhen is born with extraordinary abilities and is indeed the Blood God Invincible Body. Such a physique is extremely rare and is the supreme divine body of the Blood Path."
"However," she paused in her telepathic transmission, "the Blood God Invincible Body alone is not enough to make him as powerful as he is now, or even rank him among the top geniuses of this era."
Wang Dao's gaze sharpened slightly.
Liu Ruyan continued, "Through my in-depth investigation, I discovered that Xue Wuhen had an extraordinary opportunity in his childhood. It was this opportunity that caused his potential to surge, and his Blood God Invincible Body underwent some unknown transformation, making it arguably the strongest Blood God Invincible Body in history."
Wang Dao's heart stirred, and he asked telepathically, "Is this opportunity also related to the Prince of Zhenbei?"
Liu Ruyan paused slightly in the teacup she was holding, and transmitted her voice, "Of course it's related. According to top-secret intelligence we obtained, Wang Shengtian made a deal with Xuehetian back then."
Upon hearing this, a chilling glint flashed deep in Wang Dao's eyes.
He recalled the eerie feeling he had when he fought Xue Wuhen to the death in the Ten Thousand Mountains.
There seemed to be something resonating with the blood and qi within Xue Wuhen's body; that attraction and desire originating from the depths of his bloodline was undeniable.
It was this feeling that made him determined to have Liu Ruyan thoroughly investigate this person.
"Wang Shengtian... Blood River Heaven... Transaction..."
The words strung together pointed to a chilling suspicion, but he quickly suppressed the surging emotions.
I'm currently only at the Thunder Furnace Realm, and I don't even have the qualifications to explore these old stories.
Knowing too much can only become a death sentence.
Wang Dao calmly refilled Liu Ruyan's teacup, his words still carrying the suave and flirtatious tone, but his voice transmission had returned to calm: "Thank you for informing me, Pavilion Master Liu."
Liu Ruyan put down her teacup, seemingly quite satisfied with Wang Dao's reaction.
She picked up her teacup again, this time taking a proper sip, and then dropped another bombshell.
"There's one more piece of information, which I'll give to you as a bonus, young master."
Her voice carried a hint of amusement.
"Just a few days ago, my men discovered the Blood River Heaven's forces on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains."
"And the one leading the team is none other than Xue Wuhen!"
……
Outside the Ten Thousand Mountains, ancient trees reach for the sky, like giant pillars supporting the heavens. Their dense canopies block out the sun, with only dappled sunlight filtering through the gaps, casting eerie shadows on the decaying leaves that have accumulated over countless years.
Wang Dao was dressed in black, almost blending into the shadows of the deep forest.
His handsome face was covered by an exquisite silver mask, which distorted his features and aura into a chaotic mess, enough to confuse anyone's senses.
He had pushed the Xuan Turtle Breath Concealing Technique to its limit. This mastered technique had reduced the flow of his qi to an unbelievable level, as if he were not a living being, but a rock or a piece of dead wood.
The Heaven-Deceiving Mask isolates the secrets of heaven, while the Mysterious Turtle Breath-Concealing Technique blends into nature; the combination of the two is simply a match made in heaven.
He walked among the mountains and rivers without making a sound, not even disturbing the falling leaves.
A brightly colored, highly venomous snake slithered past his feet, its scarlet tongue flicking in and out, yet it seemed to ignore him.
In the distant mountain stream, a striped tiger drinking water suddenly raised its head, warily scanned its surroundings, but ultimately just shook its head in confusion and continued to drink.
The kingly path led him astray, venturing deeper into the vast mountains.
Just then, several unrestrained voices drifted into his ears on the mountain breeze.
Wang Dao paused, and without the slightest hesitation, he silently clung to a three-zhang-tall blue boulder like a shadow.
Several figures emerged from the forest, all dressed in striking blood-red outfits with skull-shaped tokens hanging from their waists; they were disciples of Blood River Heaven.
"What the hell is going on! What are they thinking? Sending us to intercept and kill that Seventh Young Master of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion? He just got lucky and is going to become a prince consort, what does that have to do with Blood River Heaven?"
One of the disciples, who had a scar on his face, spat out, looking very displeased.
Another person sneered, "He's just a good-for-nothing who rose to power by relying on women. Does he really deserve the Holy Son's personal planning? In my opinion, just two disciples could easily chop him into mincemeat."
"Keep your voice down!" an older disciple immediately warned. "This matter is of utmost importance. I overheard a senior disciple mention that... it seems to involve a huge secret, related to the Holy Son!"
Hidden behind a boulder, Wang Dao heard his name and a flash of cold light appeared in his eyes, like a peerless, deadly weapon suddenly drawn from the depths of an abyss.
He had already decided to kill them and was preparing to kill them instantly when a complaining voice came from the other side, interrupting his actions.
"Stop talking nonsense! Where the hell is that divine bird's egg? This vast mountain range is boundless. If we keep searching like this, we'll never find anything!" A newly arrived disciple kicked a rock away, his face full of frustration.
Upon hearing this, the scarred disciple immediately lowered his voice, speaking with a mixture of awe and fervor:
"What's the rush! This time, the Holy Son has brought the Blood God Disc, the most precious treasure of the sect!"
"In that great battle, our ancestor risked his life to fight that divine bird and shed a single drop of blood!"
"With that treasure and this drop of essence blood, we will surely find the egg left behind by the divine bird after its rebirth!"
"Sacred bird?"
Upon hearing those two words, Wang Dao's pupils contracted sharply.
In his mind, the earth-shattering scene of the treasure's birth instantly flashed before his eyes: the golden hand that tore through the sky and suppressed the eight wastelands, and the divine bird that emerged from the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and burned down half of the sky.
The sheer devastation of that power still sends shivers down his spine when he thinks about it.
It seems that the ferocity of that battle far exceeded my expectations.
Even such a terrifying being was reduced to the point where it needed to undergo rebirth to prolong its life, and even nearly perished.
At the same time, Wang Dao's vigilance towards Xue Hetian instantly reached its peak.
Despite the terrifying scale of the battle, the Blood River Heaven's ancestor was still able to intervene, and while escaping with his life, he also took away a drop of divine bird blood.
The depth and madness of this sect were far more profound and terrifying than he had imagined.