Chapter 142 (2/2)

“Rest a.s.sured, Brother Fatty, we will make you feel like you’re in seventh heaven!” The rest of the demonic witches could not help but chorus out as well.

However, the Little Fatty now had absolutely no inclination in listening to them, he mused, ‘Is there really no treasure left that can resist the demonic devils? Just this morning, didn’t my treasured bell defeat the nine beauties painting once? For all I know, I might be able to rely on it to save my life this time!’

At this point, Little Fatty couldn’t help having a spark of hope in his heart, he activated his spiritual sense to summon the bell that was protecting his mortal body into his natal artifact. However, the moment the spiritual sense was released, it vanished without a trace, just like a stone being thrown into the ocean.

“Heehee, Brother Fatty, you still haven’t given up? Us sisters are dying to serve you, and yet you want to summon the big bell to suppress us, how heartless of you!”

“Hmph, although the bell is quite formidable, what a pity that us sisters aren’t any pushovers either. Without the owner’s support, even if this is a spiritual artifact above the ninth-grade, it still can’t stop the combined strength of nine FenShen cultivators. Brother Fatty, I advise you to just give up, dying in the arms of extreme happiness, honestly isn’t too bad!”

Receiving this bombsh.e.l.l, Little Fatty finally lost all hope. He knew that since the demonic witches had already taken precautions against him, no matter how he tried, he would be unable to summon the bell to his side. Furthermore, their words had an element of truth; facing nine FenShen cultivators, even if they had a restriction of being unable to harm him, their powers were still not something a spiritual artifact could handle without directions from its owner. With that, Little Fatty had already used up all the cards in his hand, and it looked like he was only left with the fate of being sucked dry.

(CCT: Literally or figuratively? Hmm.)

At this moment, Little Fatty had already completely lost control of his own body. Not just his physical form, even his spiritual sense, which a cultivator relied on to survive, was also dominated. He was as good as a human vegetable, and could only watch as the fires of l.u.s.t slowly consumed his consciousness, turning him into a walking corpse. At that point he would be truly dead, and his remains would be taken by the nine demonic witches for the absorption of his essence.

Just as Little Fatty felt his vision grow blurry, and felt the l.u.s.t corroding his will, suddenly, his natal artifact trembled once; following which, with a resplendent flash of golden light, it appeared above him. Without any commands from Little Fatty, the large bell let out a loud ring.

This ring sounded by the bell was extremely different from the past. It did not have any heavenly laws for someone to comprehend, nor did it have any offensive abilities. Instead, there was a majestic and righteous sound which emanated from it. Thus, no matter what sort of Demonic Dance or obscene noises there was, they were all destroyed by the ring of the bell. Little Fatty who was originally burning in l.u.s.t was also relieved all of a sudden as he regained his state of clarity.

As for the nine witches, they all shrieked out in pain and could no longer maintain their formless form. The formless form which could not be damaged by physical and spells was completely shattered on the spot, forcing them to transform into the physical forms of the 9 cultivators.

Following which, the large copper bell let out an overwhelming golden light, encompa.s.sing all 9 of the female cultivators. The female cultivators who were in the light immediately began letting out miserable shrieks. The strangest thing was the fact that they were completely still and no injuries could be seen on them. It is just that they looked like they were in extreme pain, as though they were thrown in boiling oil.

Little Fatty who barely escaped death was also stunned by this strange occurrence. Before he even had time to understand what happened, he heard the pleas from a female cultivator, “Master, we are convinced. We are willing to serve you as your slaves, please let us go!”

“We are willing to acknowledge you as our owner. Master, please stop!”

“Master, hurry. I’m in pain!”

“I’m going to be burned to death by the golden light!”

Only then did Little Fatty realise that the golden light given out by the large copper bell was something that could suppress the demonic devils. Thus, the bodies of the nine cultivators were completely undamaged but the Demonic Devil Witch hidden within them were suffering as such.

After almost being toyed to death by the witches, how could he let them go so easily now that the situation had been reversed?

Little Fatty then said with a cold laughter, “Hmph, it isn’t such a bad idea to burn you guys to death. Anyway, since I have your bodies, I can just find someone else to replace you!”

“Master, our bodies are connected mentally to these female cultivators. If we were to die, their memories and abilities would all disappear. You would only receive a soulless body. The Nine Beauties Painting would also be finished!”

“Master, we will definitely be loyal to you the moment we acknowledge you as our owner. Can you bear to see such powerful underlings be destroyed like that?”

“Master, us demonic devils have many abilities. It is really such a waste to destroy us. Just take it that you’re showing pity to your tools. Please let us go!”

“Master, we will wholeheartedly serve you. Be it spiritually or physically, you can enjoy us anytime you want! I beg you, please let us go!”

Hearing their pleas, Little Fatty’s anger was also largely gone. Plus, the Nine Beauties Painting a great treasure and it would be a waste to destroy it like that. Thus, after a short consideration, he said, “It isn’t impossible for me to let you off. But, we must first complete the ceremony for me to become your master. Only after I become your master will I let all of you go!”“Yes yes, master! We have already opened up to you and are willing to make a demonic blood oath that we will make you our master. As long as you drip a drop of blood on to each of our nine heads on the fan, you will be mentally connected to us and control everything of us. Be it spirit or body, it will all belong to you!” A witch hurriedly replied.

After hearing their sincere pleas, plus the fact that their conditions weren’t the best; he did not dare to delay as he hurriedly squeezed out 9 drops of blood and dropped them onto the 9 faces. Every drop of blood would immediately be absorbed, followed by Little Fatty immediately feeling their mental link. He could even feel how much pain they were suffering at the moment.

After completing it all. Little Fatty had total control of the Nine Beauties Painting. Waves and waves of information flowed towards him from the nine beauties. Regarding their life, skills and etc. So much information flowed to him to the point he could not absorb it all at once. Thus, he could only set them aside and take a look at them another time.

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