Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 139 - 104: Ten Years Ago, Beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain! Human Li Linglong_2
Precisely because of this, [Ten Evils and Great Defeats] is among the most difficult to master of all the auspicious stars and evil fiends in the Divine Evil Sect.
Bang bang bang...
The sound of explosions was unceasing; Wen He looked like a possessed maniac, her movements too swift to follow. She attacked in a frenzy—punch after punch raining down upon that withered body, as if venting hatred and agony suppressed for years on end.
Rumble...
At last, with a thunderous crash, Jin Mao Day was slammed hard into the ground, stirring up clouds of dust soaring skyward.
Wen He panted, drenched in sweat, which boiled off in waves of white mist under her feverish heat.
Ten Evils and Great Defeats: It is to overdraw one’s Dao Practice, harming the foe a thousand, yet injuring oneself eight hundred.
At this moment, Wen He was gradually weakening, and yet, the fire in her eyes only burned brighter. After so many years stifled, she could finally, with her own hands...
"Didn’t I say already..."
Suddenly, that nightmare-like voice once again echoed beneath the cold, clear moonlit night.
"This is impossible..." Wen He’s expression abruptly shifted as she stared into the distant swirl of dust—Jin Mao Day was slowly striding forth, brushing ash from his shoulders.
"Little Wen He, you’re still too weak."
Jin Mao Day grinned, exposing a row of yellowed teeth. He had taken [Ten Evils and Great Defeats] head-on, yet was completely unscathed!?
"How can this be?" Wen He’s gaze trembled; she could hardly believe it.
"Humans, you see, are innately subject to the influence of all the stars in the heavens. Life and death, fortune and misfortune—all lie within." Jin Mao Day shook his head, his face dawning with a mask of mock compassion for the world’s suffering.
"This is the tragedy of all beings—trivial as ants, their fates dictated by the heavens."
"But if one could seize fortune and calamity into their own hands..."
As he finished speaking, Wen He’s expression subtly changed. She observed with her Primordial Spirit, and saw that within Jin Mao Day’s aged form, clusters of light were hidden; every major acupoint within him shone like stars in the sky, bursting with dazzling brilliance.
"This is..."
"The human body is a universe; stars and constellations are laid out in every point—thus is fate gripped at one’s heart."
Jin Mao Day’s pupils narrowed; in the withering flesh of his face, there was not a speck of human emotion. "Auspicious stars and evil fiends—all are in me. Little Wen He, your Divine Evil Tao Skill is useless against me."
Before his words faded, Jin Mao Day vanished like a ghost on the spot. In the next instant, his palm swept down like a dark shadow, pressing upon Wen He’s face.
Bam...
The wrinkled hand slammed down; with a burst of flesh and blood, scarlet blood streamed wildly. Wen He’s True Yang scattered, her whole body collapsing into the pit, her breath fading to the barest wisp.
Even though she possessed unimaginable talent in the Divine Evil path, still she could not keep pace with Jin Mao Day’s steps.
The Thirteen Zodiacs—each one unique, each the protagonist of their own tale.
"Tsk, tsk, truly ruthless. That’s your little martial niece, you know."
At that moment, a mocking voice drifted from the shadows; under moonlight, a pair of long legs clicked nearer in stiletto heels and black stockings—yet the voice belonged to a man.
Hai Pig King Tao!!!
"What’s a martial niece worth? Just another life, nothing more..." Jin Mao Day did not even turn his head.
"Worthy of a senior—cold enough." Wang Tao’s strikingly feminine face quirked with a faint, ambiguous smile.
"Life is the cheapest thing in this world... Haven’t you seen it?" Jin Mao Day said blandly.
He had lived through chaos and war, had truly seen what it meant for lives to be worthless as grass. Especially in ’42, wandering north, bodies lined the roads, less than weeds by the roadside. Even shouldering Daoist skills, in the flood of his era, facing life and death’s brutality, he was but a mortal himself...
In those years, he too had things he wished to protect, yet fate is the coldest of all, the Grand Dao the most impartial; its cruelty to each person is always the same.
"All things live and die by tribulation... Bone piles litter the land for the sake of an Elixir of Immortality... Kid, come with me; I’ll show you a different world."
In dust-laden memories, when he gazed upon this mortal purgatory, lost and helpless, a Daoist appeared before him, opening a door he’d never dreamed of.
"Who are you?"
"Three Corpses!"
That name seemed to pierce the veil of ages; though so many years had passed, each time Jin Mao Day recalled it, his heart would surge. It was the lifelong pursuit he yearned for.
Buzz...
Right then, with a lift of Jin Mao Day’s hand, an invisible force hoisted Wen He upward.
"Little Wen He, hand over the Divine Evil Fighting Robe."
Wen He stayed silent. In her stubborn gaze, only blazing fury remained.
"The Divine Evil Fighting Robe is the Sect’s Treasure of the Divine Evil Sect. With it, can you really deduce the Celestial Secret?" Wang Tao inquired.
This time, she had come with Rooster precisely for this matter.
To deduce the hidden Celestial Secret—for the Thirteen Zodiacs, this was no small affair.
"The Wang Family’s Beidou Refining God, combined with the Divine Evil Fighting Robe, can shift stars and re-align fates, unveil the Celestial Secret." Jin Mao Day intoned.
"Is the fate of that father and son really so important?" Wang Tao was puzzled.
Within the Thirteen Zodiacs, Rooster was adept at Star Fighting Skill. This time, exhausting his spirit, it was to probe the secret of this father and son’s fate.
"Young one, you truly do not know how remarkable that father and son are..."
"Well, ten years ago, you weren’t present yet." Jin Mao Day sneered.
"After the Daoist Sects’ Catastrophe eighty years ago, only Chu Chaoran of Zhenwu Mountain survived. Since then, Dragon Tiger Mountain’s gates have remained sealed, incense never again lit. But..."
"Ten years ago, Dragon Tiger Mountain once more opened its doors."
"What?" Wang Tao’s expression shifted slightly.
The Great Daoist Tribulation is a mystery that concerns all Daoist Sects under heaven, even implicating the Wuwei Sect.
But for eighty years, no one has known the truth. The sole survivor, Chu Chaoran, has never spoken of it.
As for Dragon Tiger Mountain’s eight-decade seclusion, none can guess what lies within.
"You’re saying it opened ten years ago?"
"Not just opened—someone entered, and brought out something from within... Something concerning the Daoist Catastrophe." Jin Mao Day’s voice grew deep.
"Could it be..." Wang Tao seemed thoughtful.
"Great Spirit Sect King... From the day that man appeared, his identity was always an enigma..."
"Divine Demon Holy Embryo, Nine Great Legends... How could it be so easy to cultivate?"
"Ten years ago, he entered Dragon Tiger Mountain, and took out that thing." Jin Mao Day’s gaze locked on Wen He before him, squeezing her throat in his palm.
"No wonder I’ve heard that under Dragon Tiger Mountain, ten years ago, there was a great battle involving all Daoist Sects—even White Crane Temple took action." Wang Tao said quietly, voice chilled.
He had only joined the Thirteen Zodiacs in the last decade, and had no part in the battle ten years before.
"The man is truly mysterious—no sect, no lineage, yet cultivated the Divine Demon Holy Embryo... No sect, yet such a Skill? Who are you trying to fool." Jin Mao Day sneered.
"And yet... he even has a brat, who also mastered this Skill." Jin Mao Day’s voice darkened. "Do you know what that means?"
"The Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods can only be mastered by one person each."
"That brat’s an anomaly..." Jin Mao Day’s gaze turned cold as death.
"Deducing the Celestial Secret is just to find what the man brought out from Dragon Tiger Mountain?" Wang Tao could not help but ask.
That thing relates to the Daoist Catastrophe of eighty years past, and thus draws the attention of all Daoist Sects and even the Thirteen Zodiacs...
Because of this, the great battle beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain broke out ten years ago.
Only, after the chaos, the whereabouts of that item were utterly lost.
"It’s not just for that... After that night, that father and son’s Lifebound Yuan Chen was lost... By rights, they should be dead..."
"But Chen Dragon can’t believe it... That man absolutely could not die so easily. If he and his brat are alive, many people will find no peace."
"That father and son are entangled far too deeply with our Thirteen Zodiacs."
At this, even Jin Mao Day could not help sighing and shaking his head.
"Entangled? What do you mean?"
"The Thirteen Zodiacs are led by Human; you should know that [Human Xiao] already perished ten years ago. But do you know her real identity?" Jin Mao Day’s tone abruptly shifted, becoming sharp.
"The identity of Human Xiao is a secret—no one in reality knows who she is."
"Heh, but I know." Jin Mao Day grinned slyly.
"The Thirteen Zodiacs, led by Human... Twenty years ago, she married the Great Spirit Sect King and bore that bastard child..."
"Her name is Li Linglong!"
