Dominating Martial King
Chapter 642: 295: Marrying into the Yuan Family (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 642: Chapter 295: Marrying into the Yuan Family (Please Subscribe)

Chu Xisheng carefully looked at the faint scar on the back of his hand, a trace of shock flickering in his eyes.

The wound was scratched by the tail end of a Temporal Power just moments ago, less than half an inch long, penetrating the flesh by merely a millimeter.

His Blood of Ten Thousand Ages was unable to hasten his recovery.

He concentrated for a moment and attempted to use the power of “Timeless Moment,” and only then did he see the wound begin to heal slowly.

Indeed, only the same Temporal Power could help him erase the Time Wound, mused Chu Xisheng.

However, the Temporal Power he wielded was two whole levels below that of the three mysterious enemies.

Leng Chanra, at some point, had already stood beside the shattered boulder.

He examined the smooth facets of the rock intently, his expression extremely grave.

“This is a Time Wound! The Innate Divine Ability of the Ancient Giant God Zhu Guangyin.”

As Leng Chanra spoke, he turned his head to look at Chu Xisheng with utmost seriousness, his words carrying a warning, “I advise Junior Brother Chu not to delve into that sword move anymore. Otherwise, your death is certain!”

Chu Xisheng’s expression shifted slightly, “Brother Leng, did you see clearly what attacked me just now, where it came from and where it disappeared to?”

His Divine Sense was extremely sharp, which was why he could foresee danger and evade in time.

But because all his energy was focused on preserving his life and dodging, he failed to perceive the true faces of the assailants.

Without a second thought, Leng Chanra flicked his finger, “One hundred thousand, non-negotiable!”

A pang hit Chu Xisheng, realizing how his hard-earned money from a killing spree amounted to only one-twentieth that had slipped into Leng Chanra’s hands.

He snorted and pulled out a stack of silver notes from his sleeve, tossing them over, “Speak!”

“Those were three Candle Dragons! With the body of a Qiu Python and flames burning atop their heads that resembled candles.”

Leng Chanra gestured above his head, “They leapt out from the tides of Time, and after their strike missed, they retreated back into the Time River.”

Chu Xisheng was startled upon hearing this, his gaze growing even more solemn.

“They’re targeting you!” Leng Chanra hugged his sword to his chest, his face stern, “The next instant you look at that fish scale, it will be the end of you. But if you insist on looking and refuse to heed death’s call, that’s your choice.”

Chu Xisheng ignored him, standing still and deep in thought for a while.

Then he smiled at Zhoou Liangchen, “Liang Chen, there’s a task I need your help with. The remaining map of the Black Sea is related to the Water system powers, which you, Liang Chen, excel in. I want you to take Little Zhao with you, help me hunt down the naked carps in the lake, collect their scales to form the complete True Intent map, preferably in the form of a scroll.”

Zhoou Liangchen’s expression brightened instantly, and he clasped his fists, “I will give it my all and accomplish it as soon as possible! I shall not disappoint your majesty.”

Chu Xisheng let out a wry laugh, “There’s no hurry for this matter, nor can it be rushed. Just complete it within a month.”

Assembling these fish scales into a complete True Intent map was a massive undertaking.

Who knows how many naked carps needed to be hunted down and how many scales collected.

The trouble was that many of these scales could be duplicates.

The task of assembling these scales into a map by Zhoou Liangchen was as challenging as putting together a complete picture from a hundred thousand puzzle pieces.

The more hands for this task, the better. Merely Zhoou Liangchen and Bai Xiaozhao working together might not be secure enough.

Considering this, Chu Xisheng looked meaningfully towards Leng Chanra, “Brother Leng, didn’t you wish to guard me? I don’t lack guards, but I do lack people to help collect the naked carps’ scales. I can pay you thousand demon silver a day for your service.”

Since Chu Xisheng himself couldn’t look at the fish scales, he had to seek outside help.

Leng Chanra shook his head slightly with a hint of mockery, “Why torture yourself? Even if others make the True Intent map for you, you can’t study or view it without dying.”

“That’s not for Brother Leng to worry about; I have my ways,” replied Chu Xisheng, his lips curving slightly, “You just need to tell me whether you are willing to accept or not.”

Leng Chanra’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he sneered, “It seems you are still courting death. Why shouldn’t I oblige? But it has to be two thousand!”

He raised the ice coffin resting in his hands, “That’s the price Fang Bu Yuan set for me back in the day, two thousand taels of demon silver a day!”

“Agreed!”

Chu Xisheng made a fist salute through the air, “On the day the map is completed, I’ll settle the account with Brother Leng.”

At this moment, he had already flapped his White Tiger Wings, soaring seven yards into the air, before swiftly flying south towards the Black Sea.

Leng Chanra, taken aback, shouted, “Junior Brother Chu, where are you heading?”

But Chu Xisheng did not respond and instead sped up, entering the dense forest ahead.

Naturally, he was off to find the Secret Medicine Main Materials for the Eighth Level of the Formless Skill, the “Divine Yang Flower” and “Xuanyin Grass.”

To break through to Sixth Grade within this month.

And then there were the Bloodline Talents in his body.

Before viewing the sword move map of the Black Sea, he had to improve his various Bloodline Talents, to be fully prepared.

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At 13:45, the Time Secret Realm was once again besieged by a black downpour.

The dense, dark clouds pressed heavily, leaving the Secret Realm dim and lightless.

At this moment, within a vast woodland on the eastern side of the Secret Realm, Yun Tiange huddled in his hastily built wooden shelter, coughing incessantly, each bout tearing at his lungs.

Blood would occasionally spray from his mouth, sometimes even mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Yun Tiange was desperately trying to expel the Sword Intent that Chu Xisheng had embedded into his body.

But the task was daunting; the Sword Intent was like a lingering disease, deeply entrenched in his Five Internal Organs and Six Hollow Organs, his limbs and bones, even the marrow of his spine.