Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 787: Chapter 660: Blood Transformation Divine Saber

As if to prove his words, the eighty-one Fire Dragon Talismans trembled lightly at the same time, letting out a low hum.

Within the Talisman Array, flames soared into the sky, the heatwaves twisting space; wisps of dark-gold Celestial Thunder Tribulation flames spread out, causing the Demonic Qi in Ding Chunhua’s body to stagnate, while stabbing pain and terror arose from the depths of her Divine Soul.

"You discovered me long ago?"

Ding Chunhua’s face turned deathly pale, her voice carrying a faint tremor.

She had always been extremely confident in her concealment Divine Power, yet she hadn’t expected to be seen through from the very beginning.

Only then did Shen Xuan slightly turn his head, glance at her, and say with a smile, "Otherwise? Fellow Daoist Ding, what do you think I, Shen, have been doing here keeping this stupid ox company for?"

Coldness surged straight up from the bottom of Ding Chunhua’s heart.

The other side spoke lightly, yet his methods emerged one after another: Sound Wave Art, Body Refining Technique, top-grade Fire Dragon Talismans, Talisman Array arts, Celestial Thunder Tribulation flames...

Each and every one of them drove her to despair.

Ding Chunhua’s thoughts spun rapidly, only to find there was no path of escape.

The deadly sense of threat emanating from the Talisman Array was incomparably real, repeatedly battering her mind, reminding her that this was by no means empty intimidation.

She raised her head and gazed at that blue-robed figure standing with hands behind his back, her eyes filled with shock, fear, and unwillingness.

There was also a trace of indescribable despair.

She faintly felt that this time, she truly was doomed.

...

The setting sun dipped behind the western mountains, its afterglow dyeing the Spirit Stream Secret Realm with a layer of blood-red.

In a concealed cave beneath Red Leaf Cliff.

Niu Dali and Ding Chunhua leaned back against the stone wall, their expressions withered, the fluctuations of Spiritual Power around them in utter disarray.

Several Profound Ice needles, exuding a bone-chilling cold, were inserted at the vital Dantian in their cores.

This was a method Shen Xuan had prepared beforehand, completely sealing off their Demon Foundations.

The two of them stared blankly at the blue-robed Cultivator standing before them with his hands clasped behind his back, their hearts filled with fear and despair.

Only at this moment did they truly realize that this so-called "True Master Profound Ice" was far more terrifying in strength and methods than the rumors claimed.

Shen Xuan walked up to the two.

"I ask, you answer."

Niu Dali raised his head, his bull-like eyes bloodshot, letting out a hoarse growl, "If you want to kill, then kill! Why waste words!"

He was utterly disheartened, knowing he was doomed.

Ding Chunhua, at the side, forced out a sorrowful smile, her eyes shifting, carrying a final shred of hope as she pleaded in a soft voice, "Fellow Daoist Shen, I will answer whatever you ask, every word the truth. Might you perhaps be merciful and spare my life?"

Her voice trembled, bearing a faint sliver of hope.

"No."

Shen Xuan answered crisply and decisively, shaking his head as he said, "You are of the Demon Race, and your hands are stained with the blood of far too many Human Race Cultivators and mortals."

"Within this very Spirit Stream Secret Realm alone, more than a hundred elite disciples of Yue Country’s Sects have died at your hands. They were to be the pillars of the Human Race’s future."

Shen Xuan’s voice was calm, yet carried an icy chill.

Hearing this, Ding Chunhua’s face instantly turned ashen; the last trace of light in her eyes dimmed, and she drooped her head in dejection.

"Since that’s how it is! Why should this old ox answer your questions!"

Niu Dali glared furiously, struggling to stand, yet was suppressed motionless by the cold of the Profound Ice needles.

The corners of Shen Xuan’s mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.

There was a trace of chilling cruelty within that smile.

"Why?"

His gaze swept over the two as his tone turned cold: "I, Shen, have plenty of methods to make you unable to live yet unable to die. I can even extract your souls and refine them into vicious spectral wraiths, letting you suffer the torment of soul-devouring bugs gnawing at you."

"Your souls scattered, never to enter reincarnation for all eternity."

Shen Xuan paused slightly, his tone easing a bit: "If the two of you obediently cooperate, I can grant you a clean death. Your corpses will be burned and buried properly, allowing you to reenter the cycle of reincarnation. How to choose lies in a single thought of yours."

Ding Chunhua’s delicate body trembled; she let out a miserable smile, one uglier than crying. "Fellow Daoist Shen, you truly are a good man. I am willing to answer your questions."

In this cruel Cultivation Realm, to kill without performing Soul Extraction and Refining, and without refining corpses into Puppets, was already considered "kindness and righteousness to the utmost."

Ding Chunhua still refused to give up; she lifted her pretty face for one last plea: "Fellow Daoist Shen, is there really no way to show a bit more leniency? I am willing to mend my ways, let you plant restrictions, serve as your slave or servant, and obey your every order."

"No need."

Shen Xuan once again rejected her coldly.

"Enough idle talk. First question: why are the two of you in this Spirit Stream Secret Realm?"

Ding Chunhua and Niu Dali exchanged a glance, both seeing despair and helplessness in each other’s eyes.

In the end, it was Ding Chunhua who spoke: "The Young Master transferred us out of the demon lair, personally shattered our Demon Pills, forcibly opened a temporary passage, and ordered us to infiltrate this place, head to the underground abyss, and collect Primordial True Water."

Shen Xuan’s gaze tightened. "How did the Golden Spirit Race learn that there is Primordial True Water in the Spirit Stream Secret Realm?"

"The Young Master did not say."

Ding Chunhua answered cautiously, "I suspect it was some high-level figure of a Yue Country Sect who leaked the information."

She had pointed out that there was a traitor within the Yue Country Sects.

Shen Xuan understood in his heart and was not surprised. He continued asking, "Do you have a map?"

"Yes. In our Storage Pouches, the red Jade Scrolls are the ones."

Ding Chunhua did not dare to conceal anything.

Shen Xuan drew over the two Storage Pouches and indeed found two identical red Jade Scrolls.

His Divine Sense swept through them; the route marked within both pointed to an unknown region deep within the Secret Realm.

"Why send only the two of you?"

"There is a special restriction in the underground abyss that only allows the strength of Foundation Establishment level to exist. More people would be inconvenient instead. Many Tier Three demonic beasts dwell there, exceedingly dangerous."

Ding Chunhua relayed the truth.

Shen Xuan gave no comment; this information matched what Tian Wenxi had told him.

He asked the question he cared about most: "Speak of that Secret Technique for reconsolidating a shattered Pill."