The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 249 - 234 The Mysterious Owner of the White Crane_1

Chapter 249: Chapter 234 The Mysterious Owner of the White Crane_1

The White Crane’s wings, filled with flowing fire and holes, plummeted into the grass once more.

It was shrouded in thick smoke, its feathers as if soaked in magma and fiery water, emitting a pungent sulfur odor.

It shakily, shakily tried to stand on its two slender crane legs, still hoping to spread its wings and fly high once again.

But those two crane legs were also covered in wounds, simply unable to bear its body’s weight.

"Snap!"

It collapsed weakly into the grass again.

"You little runt! How dare you offend your Lord Crane, I won’t let you off!"

It still cursed shrilly with its sharp beak.

Pang Jian flew in on his spear.

Seeing that it was critically injured, Pang Jian dismounted from above the silver spear, hard-bracing against the glimmering Firm Cover as he landed in front of it.

Pang Jian’s left hand suddenly stretched out from inside the Firm Cover, seizing the crane’s long neck with a grip.

The exasperated Pang Jian slapped its pointed beak and fluffy cheeks on both sides with his right hand, making a "smack, smack" sound.

Sparks flew with each slap!

"Scoundrel!"

"Smack, smack!"

"Lower Realm scum!"

"Smack, smack!"

Every time it dared to utter a word, Pang Jian fiercely smacked its beak, twisting it out of shape, and plucking the feathers on both sides bare.

The malicious White Crane was slapped by Pang Jian dozens of times until its beak went numb.

Finally, the once constantly foul-mouthed creature quietly closed its beak.

"I ask, you answer, got it?"

Pang Jian held its neck, facing its eyes full of endless hatred towards himself, and said, "Where do you come from?"

The White Crane, now devoid of strength, drooped his head and spat a blood arrow towards Pang Jian.

"Pfft!"

The blood arrow hit Pang Jian’s Firm Cover and could not penetrate.

Pang Jian’s face turned cold, and he landed a few more slaps, twisting the malicious White Crane’s neck so violently that it soon lay gasping for breath.

"I, I come from... the Pure Land of West Soil, I am a Divine Crane from the Pure Land!"

It no longer dared to curse, but glared at Pang Jian with venomous eyes and let out a weak cry, "My master serves as the new Saintess of the Pure Land! She is a prodigy of fate, chosen by the heavens, a once-in-a-millennium cultivating genius from the Fourth Realm!"

"On the day she left the Fourth Realm, our spiritual faith’s remains—Sir Heaven Phoenix crumbled mightily, actively choosing her as the inheritor."

"Her Spiritual Sea formed a natural Thunder Vortex, making her particularly suited to cultivate the Thunderbolt technique!"

"That accursed Old Thunder Dragon, who once attacked Sir Heaven Phoenix as an accomplice, was the reason Sir Heaven Phoenix chose her. Sir Heaven Phoenix intends to help her attain Divine Enthronement with the Thunder Tao, to slay the Old Thunder Dragon, and to seize the Divine Path that has been usurped for ten thousand years."

"My master, now hidden due to the protection of the Pure Land, will not remain unknown for long; soon, her fame will spread throughout every layer of the Purgatory World!"

"My master..."

The White Crane threatened with a murderous look in its eyes.

Pang Jian listened silently, his brows furrowing as he muttered, "A cultivating prodigy from the Fourth Realm with an innate Thunder Vortex, leaving the realm on the very same day the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Bone shattered suddenly..."

"Thump! Thump, thump!"

Pang Jian’s heartbeat sounded like thunder.

His grip on the White Crane’s neck, in his excessive excitement, accidentally tightened too much.

"Hmm! Mmm!"

The White Crane screeched, unable to make any complete noises anymore.

Pang Jian breathed heavily, his eyes shining with a frightening glint that terrified the White Crane. He looked at it ominously and demanded, "What is the name of that master you serve?!"

The slightly loosened White Crane screamed in fear and revealed a familiar name, "Pang, Pang Lin!"

Pang Jian was greatly shaken.

He threw the White Crane, gasping for breath, aside like trash, looking towards the sky with a complex heart.

He gazed through the swirling clouds, his eyes seeming to penetrate everything, staring as if he could see the Xi Rang Continent of the First Realm.

Pang Lin was there!

"It’s really, really..."

The usually taciturn and unsmiling Pang Jian, looking at the foggy sky, burst into loud laughter.

"Haha!"

He laughed with heavy breaths, tears spurting from the corners of his eyes, laughing like a ferocious beast that had long been suppressed, finally free from the shackles of its physical and spiritual cage!

"I didn’t expect that she, she..."

Pang Jian babbled incoherently, uttering words he himself couldn’t understand.

His sister, whom he had been worried about, was not only alive but had become the Saintess of the Pure Land of West Soil, the master of this White Crane!

And also, like Dong Tianze, the master of all "Heavenly Phoenix Guards!"

A heavy burden deep inside him suddenly lightened, making Pang Jian feel as if the whole world had opened up, as if every blade of grass and tree became beautiful.

"You little scoundrel, scared now? I, your father..."

The White Crane arrogantly tried to utter a few more threatening words.

But Pang Jian, looking into the mist-covered sky, suddenly lowered his head with an odd smile on his lips, gazing at the White Crane with a strange look in his eyes.

The White Crane, frightened by him, felt a chill at heart, and all the subsequent threatening words were swallowed back.

"Do you plan to take back those golden lightning collected from dry bones and offer them to your master?"

Pang Jian asked with a pleasant expression.

The sudden change in his attitude not only failed to reassure the White Crane but also made it somewhat suspicious and wary.

The White Crane said guardedly, "Kid, you are just an outer sect disciple of Sword Tower; you can’t provoke me, let alone the master behind me!"

"Cut the crap, I’m asking if you are planning to offer them to your master."

Pang Jian glared at it.

"Yes!"

The White Crane straightened its chest slightly, putting on a loyal and devoted stance: "Only my master can analyze and refine the thunderous essence contained in this golden lightning. Her destined adversary in this world is none other than the old Thunder Dragon from Dragon Cave, which is also why Sir Heaven Phoenix chose her."

"My master!"

The White Crane was about to start singing praises again.

"Enough."

Pang Jian interrupted its forthcoming pointless babble, and with a thoughtful look at the severe injuries on its body, he placed his right palm on the most critical wound.

"You little mongrel, I’ve answered everything, and still, you want to kill me!"

"I knew I couldn’t escape death; even if I’m dying, I will curse you to death!"

"Even if I die, Pure Land won’t let you off, and my master even less so! Sword Tower, Luo Yuan, I’ll remember you!"

"..."

The White Crane, thinking Pang Jian was about to kill it mercilessly, feared it might miss cursing a few last words and spewed them out like a fountain, in a dirty stream of invective.

But this time, Pang Jian didn’t slap its mouth.

"It’s over, truly over, he’s not hitting me anymore, now I’m really going to die..."

Resigned to its fate, the White Crane prepared for death.

But it discovered...

A life-brimming alien power from Pang Jian’s palm poured into its most severe injury, linking together the fractured meridians beneath the wound.

"Huff! Huff, huff!"

The thick life force, like water, dispersed within its body through the wound, immediately starting to heal all of its injured parts!

With a bewildered look in its eyes, the White Crane looked at Pang Jian, lost for words and stopping all its cursing.

A moment later.

Regaining a bit of strength, it perked up spiritedly and said with self-satisfaction: "Heh, kid, you’ve come to your senses, have you? Now you know that the person behind Lord Crane, the sect behind me, is not something a mere outer sect disciple of Sword Tower like you can provoke!"

"It’s not too late, after all, Lord Crane is still alive, and I’m magnanimous enough not to hold grudges over small matters."

"Since you’re ignorant, you’re not guilty. Considering that you’ve realized and corrected your mistake, I’m inclined to let it slide and no longer hold a grudge for your previous pursuit of me."

It finally managed to stand up slowly.

Its pitch-black feathers, some of which had fallen to the ground, began to regrow new ones due to the continuous injection of the life force and its own unique nature.

"Luo Yuan, is it?"

Content with Pang Jian’s acts of kindness, it nodded its head arrogantly and said amicably, "You’re not bad, kid, different from those lowly ones from Demon Sect, Black Valley, and Sky Water Swamp. When Lord Crane returns to Pure Land and sees my master, I’ll put in a good word for you."

"If you ever get the chance to come to the First Realm’s Pure Land, just mention Lord Crane’s great name, say it’s from an old friend of mine from the Lower Realm."

"But, for the time being, you mustn’t speak nor mention my master’s name to anyone! My master’s existence is a great secret of Pure Land, and this is for avoiding provoking the Old Dragon prematurely."

"..."

The White Crane expressed satisfaction for Pang Jian’s kindness.

Recalling how it had lured Pang Jian to Thunder Punishment Land, trying to kill him with the surrounding thunder twice, and now seeing Pang Jian diligently healing its wounds?

The White Crane felt a tinge of guilt.

"That’s about right."

With his five peculiar Divine Tree leaves in the chest cavity glowing green and withering multiple times, Pang Jian grabbed the two claws of the White Crane and launched it into the sky.

"You foul-mouthed creature, till we meet again if fate allows."

Pang Jian waved goodbye.

The White Crane flapped its wings and found that, indeed, it could soar through the void again. Thus, it arrogantly fluttered its wings and, putting on airs, it said, "Luo Yuan, you’re a decent fellow. If you can’t stay in Sword Tower anymore, come find me in West Soil Pure Land. With my master’s protection over me, Lord Crane’s word carries weight in Pure Land."

It flapped its wings, flying higher and higher.

Pang Jian watched with squinted eyes.

"She and the ten-leveled Thunder Dragon from Dragon Cave have a contest over the Great Tao. Eventually, she will have to attempt to slay the Thunder Dragon to ascend to True Godhood. And I, as her brother, naturally must assist her with all my might."

In Pang Jian’s mind, the Old Thunder Dragon lurking in Dragon Cave immediately became a target he had to eliminate.

Without the thunder dragon’s death, Pang Lin couldn’t ascend to godhood, hence the dragon must die.

"Tss, tss!"

After the White Crane left, the lightning at the surface of the lake where lightning intermingled slowly weakened.

Without wanting any unnecessary ties with the people from the Demon Sect or the Black Valley, Pang Jian immediately flew off to find Lei Kun, the Individual Cultivator.

Half an hour later.

When Ye Fei, Lu Xiangyi, and other Inner Sect Disciples from the Upper Realm one by one emerged from the lake, all they saw was a luxurious Cloud Sail departing from the Cloud Thunder Forbidden Zone and sailing away.

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PS: Ni is alive and back from Inner Mongolia, almost drank to death by a group of burly men averaging 1.9 meters in height~~

Feeling weak and powerless, I’m asking for a monthly ticket for consolation.