Chapter 1863 - The Horrible Crone Qushan (2/2)

His injury was not fatal as he had Divine Mark s.h.i.+elding his body. Without any delay, he flew toward the Fairy of Tianchu to save her before Crone Qushan defeated her protective talisman.

Black Phoenix stared at Zhang Ruochen’s legs, her black pearl-like pupils lighting up. “Look at his left leg. Isn’t it crippled?” she quickly said to White Zhuque.

Zhang Ruochen had refined over 20,000 crimson-red inscriptions on his left leg.

He could fully control it while walking, and it would not look unnatural unless one looked at his leg carefully.

But that disability was more obvious during combat, where he could not spare his effort to control his left leg.

“It really looks his left leg is crippled. Could it be… it couldn’t be!” White Zhuque shook her head.

Black Phoenix let out a smile of confidence. “Cripples of Saint King-level cultivation are rare. You will not find one in Lushui, let alone two. Besides, he looks just like a cripple with a high level of Path of Truth cultivation.”

“If he is Cripple, why is he pretending not to know us?” asked White Zhuque.

“Then you have to ask him,” said Black Phoenix.

Bang!

Crone Qushan defeated the 36 globs of light protecting the Fairy of Tianchu at last.

Silverish meal feathers shot out of Crone Qushan’s sleeves.

The metal feathers were as sharp as swords, but their energy was more brutal.

The Fairy of Tianchu had many protection techniques up her sleeves. She summoned a light s.h.i.+eld to block those metal feathers as she fell back and struggled to keep the attack at bay.

“Tell me the method of fitting in with Nine Carols Star’s precepts of heaven, you rascal. Otherwise, I will extract your memories by force.” Crone Qushan’s voice sounded hoa.r.s.e.

“Stop!” Zhang Ruochen had just made it back in time.

Crone Qushan and the Fairy of Tianchu looked at Zhang Ruochen in unison.

The Fairy of Tianchu looked surprised; she did not expect that Zhang Ruochen would rush back for her.

It also amazed Crone Qushan to see Zhang Ruochen standing back to his feet again—more so because he was risking his life by coming back for the fairy.

“Get the h.e.l.l out of my sight, or I will kill you first!” Crone Qushan snapped.

But Zhang Ruochen was not intimidated. “Ma’am Qushan, please listen to what I have say.”

Crone Qushan controlled her silverish metal feathers with one hand and formed a glob of black light with the other. The shadow of a divine beast released destructive energy from inside the light glob.

“Getting c.o.c.ky already because you have withstood my attack? You aren’t dead only because I didn’t want to kill you yet.”

Zhang Ruochen had sensed danger, and this danger was so close to death.

Apparently, Crone Qushan was really furious and having a murderous intent.

What a grumpy old woman! No wonder no cultivators dare to invite her. Zhang Ruochen thought to himself. He got his Spatial Domain out, getting ready to use the Power of Dimension to take on Crone Qushan’s attack.

Black Phoenix and White Zhuque had sensed the dimensional perturbation and were sure that it was Zhang Ruochen.

“Mistress Qushan, please hold on a second,” the two of them called out in unison.

Crone Qushan looked at them with an inquisitive look on her face.

“He saved me and White Zhuque before. We owe him a debt of grat.i.tude,” said Black Phoenix.

Crone Qushan looked even more curious, and at last, she glanced at Zhang Ruochen. “What is going on here?”

“He is that cripple we have been talking about,” said White Zhuque.

Crone Qushan closed her fingers and retrieved the divine beast shadow from the light globe back into her body, followed by pulling back her silverish metal feathers.

The Fairy of Tianchu let out a sigh of relief after the silverish metal feathers were gone. She swept her eyes over Zhang Ruochen, Black Phoenix, and White Zhuque curiously.

“I am a personable person. Since the two of them owe you a debt of grat.i.tude, and they have been putting in a kind word for you in front of me not once but multiple times, I will give you a chance to speak. But be careful of what to say and what not to say.”

Zhang Ruochen looked at Black Phoenix and White Zhuque in grat.i.tude, then without being too submissive, he followed Crone Qushan and climbed to the source of the ninth celestial river.

“I guess you haven’t been to Warsoul Star, have you, Ma’am? There is a corpse of a divine beast on Warsoul Star. It is dead, but its divine soul seems to be still alive and chained up,” said Zhang Ruochen.

“Really?” Crone Qushan’s heart skipped a beat.

“I will and dare not lie to you, Ma’am.”

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that Crone Qushan could not care less about Blood Wasp Ashuran King, whether alive or dead. What was more important was she wanted to regain her immortal body and attain Supreme Sainthood.

However, for those cultivators who had their immortal bodies destroyed and wanted to reattain Supreme Sainthood, it was close to impossible. They could only achieve that with incredible luck.

Apparently, that divine corpse on Warsoul Star was the luck she was looking for.

If he asked Crone Qushan to kill the Blood Wasp Ashuran King, she would think that he was using her. But he was doing Crone Qushan a favor by telling her that the luck she needed badly was in Warsoul Star.