Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 337 - 337 336 Protracted Treatment

337: Chapter 336: Protracted Treatment 337: Chapter 336: Protracted Treatment Hou Niao was trembling all over, and his heart was trembling too.

Because he had found that the Primordial Magnetic force in the space could indeed affect the leech-like Primordial Power, but it couldn’t expel it from his body!

It was as if by the Heaven and Earth Spirit Mechanism, always flowing from areas of high concentration to areas of low concentration, the slight Thunderbolt power within his own body simply wasn’t enough to expel the leech-like Primordial Power through vibration, no matter how hard he tried, the Primordial Power just kept circulating inside his body.

It fled from the Dantian to the Purple Mansion, and from the Purple Mansion it dispersed back into the meridians, then from the meridians it flowed back to the Dantian, cycling over and over, never slipping out of the body by a hair’s breadth.

This thing, once it has taken root, won’t leave?

He still didn’t quite understand the principle behind it; created by someone of Great Cultivation, it sealed pure Primordial Power and directed it with a Primordial Soul, turning it into a Primordial Item controlled by its owner, which was exceptionally precious in the Cultivation World.

Once it entered the body, the Primordial Soul would automatically vanish, and the Primordial Power would never want to leave again.

As precious as this thing was, in fact, it wasn’t too difficult to defend against—just don’t let it get close to you; like the Daoist who ambushed him, he already had the cultivation of the Tongtian Third Realm and couldn’t fully control it.

There were actually many ways to dodge it.

But in his anger to kill the Daoist, he had chosen to trade injury for life; it was hard to say whether what he did was right or wrong under those circumstances.

Since it was fate, there was nothing he could do about it.

He was now in a difficult situation, as if he’d mounted a tiger and couldn’t get off.

If he couldn’t rid himself of this Primordial Power, his coming here would be completely meaningless.

The wonders of Cultivation and the profound methods of those with Great Cultivation were beyond what he could understand at his current Realm.

But he couldn’t leave, nor did he have anywhere to go.

The Goddesses wouldn’t tolerate a Divine Servant escaping, and he had nowhere to flee.

Without the ability to fly, could he really swim back?

Recalling the attitude of the Red-Scaled Fish when it left, it certainly wouldn’t be waiting for him by the shore.

He could only fight here once more.

Since he couldn’t move the Primordial Power out of his body, he would have to completely destroy it, break it down until he could absorb and accommodate it.

A dead end lay before him, with advancement, but no retreat.

Wanting to test his idea and because it was impossible to deal with all the Primordial Power at once, he chose to concentrate on a weak strand of it that lingered in the Dantian for disintegration.

Several hours later, that strand of Primordial Power was broken down by the surging Primordial Magnetic Thunderbolt into the purest Spiritual Power, quickly permeating his entire body and becoming a part of his Cultivation.

Hou Niao let out a light breath, his gamble had paid off.

The good thing was, this was equivalent to indirect cultivation, not wasting any of his time, and when all the Primordial Power within his body was decomposed, there might be unexpected surprises?

The trouble was, judging by his current rate of decomposition, this process might take years to complete.

If it was effective, it was worth persisting.

…Two hours later, the two Goddesses returned to their observation post.

It wasn’t that they really cared about this Divine Servant, but they wanted to collect the corpse as soon as possible and get it over with, so they could report back.

This place was too sinister; even they, who had lived there for years, didn’t want to stay any longer than necessary.

“Seems like he’s not dead yet?

This guy really has some endurance,” one Goddess commented with a tsk.

The other Goddess was somewhat irritable; she had her eye on a newly arrived Divine Servant she wanted to summon that night to test out, and she didn’t want to waste time on a man destined to die.

“Let’s go check, maybe it’s just a matter of a last breath?”

As the two approached, they saw the Divine Servant, different from the others, with his eyes tightly shut as if he had already stopped breathing against the setting sun?

Just as they were about to reach for his nose, unexpectedly, the Divine Servant suddenly opened his eyes, “Female Bodhisattva, give me some water…”

The two Goddesses jumped back in fright, neither willing to give him water.

In this world where women reigned over men, no one would pity a Divine Servant, especially not when he had offended the two great Goddesses of the East and West Halls.

After dragging on like this, what was supposed to last only a few hours turned into several days; it was thought impossible to surpass the historical record of five days, yet ten days had passed, and he still repeated the same sentence over and over,

“Female Bodhisattva, may I have some water to drink?”

Something was not right!

Even the most insensitive person could see that something was unusual.

To these natives who held Divine Mountain in higher regard than the heavens themselves, it was inconceivable to harm someone in secret—the Divine Mountain had not accepted him, so on what grounds could they claim a person’s life?

The more they believed in their faith and were endowed with power by it, the clearer they understood that they must not violate their faith; on Blue Mountain Island, the two Divine Mountains were their belief.

The news spread far and wide until it finally reached the ears of the two Goddesses; this was half a month after the Divine Servant had been tied up here.

The two Goddesses came to his side and saw the Divine Servant looking much the same as when he had first been tied up.

He was neither fatter nor thinner, neither bursting with spirit nor dejected, as if everything was just as it had been half a month ago.

The two Saintesses looked at each other, and a guess formed in their minds; as the two highest-ranking, most powerful people on Blue Mountain Island, they were qualified to access the most secretive history of Blue Mountain.

The East Saintess narrowed her eyes.

“Where do you come from?”

Hou Niao met her gaze.

“I don’t know the place you are referring to, but it’s definitely not here.”

The West Saintess hesitated.

“What is your purpose in coming here?

Are you harboring ill intentions towards our Divine Mountain?”

Hou Niao replied indifferently, “The ropes were tied by you, so you should untie them.

I don’t like talking to people in such a state.”

The two women looked at each other and, almost as if by agreement, nodded and helped him untie the ropes; they understood that this was just a formality.

How could a person who could last half a month in such conditions without dying be restrained by mere ropes?

As they silently stared at him, Hou Niao sighed,

“In our world, there’s a saying, ‘to sit at the bottom of a well and watch the sky.’ There are those who want to jump out, but have you ever seen anyone who truly wishes to jump in?

Your Divine Mountains are yours; they have been untouched for thousands of years because they are part of nature, and humans are insignificant in the face of nature.

I am no exception.

So, you really don’t have to worry.”

The two looked at him with suspicion.

“Then what is your true purpose?”

Hou Niao was unconcerned.

“To heal my injuries!”

The two Goddesses exchanged glances, as if they saw an opportunity.

“How can you prove that what you are saying is not a lie?”

Hou Niao’s eyes widened, and all of a sudden he leaned forward, his hands reaching out, one for each, to grasp the necks they were surprisingly familiar with.

With just a slight exertion of force, the power that had been accumulating within his body erupted, instantaneously dispersing the two women’s faith-based power.

Before him, they were now lambs to the slaughter.

Then he let go, and they collapsed onto the ground, exhausted,

He exclaimed, “I treated you with courtesy, and you dare to take advantage of me?

If you provoke my anger, I will flip your Divine Mountain, destroy your Divine Temple, and change the current rules to the normal rules of the Continent, making you women honestly bear children!”

The two women were discolored by the sudden attack.

How could an ordinary person break their faith-based power?

From this, they could almost certainly determine the visitor’s identity.

East Saintess, “Upper Cultivator, the East Hall is willing to make your bed and arrange your covers.”

West Saintess, “Upper Cultivator, the West Hall will be your private hall and harem.”