Chapter 642 - Monster dragon, eat my appraisal technique! (1/2)

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Back when Song Shuhang learned ❮Ksitigarbha’s Soul Ferrying Scripture❯, a copy of Ksitigarbha’s Soul Ferrying Scripture had appeared in the hands of the ‘true self’ generated through the ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯.

Therefore, Song Shuhang guessed that ❮Ksitigarbha’s Soul Ferrying Scripture❯ might be something that had originated from the Jingang Temple. Afterward, it ended up in the hands of the western monk, who practiced it until creating his unique ‘Soul Ferrying Technique’, obtaining that thick light of virtue that now covered his body. It was a matter that had caused much pain to the liver of his teacher, Wu Yinzi—to the point that he couldn’t sleep at night properly.

Just as Song Shuhang was in deep thoughts, the voice of that strange and muscular dragon echoed once more. “Boy, I’ll remember you well. You evil survivor of the Jingang Temple! It’s useless to escape. I’ll find you even if you escape to the ends of the Earth and cut off your head, gulping it down at once! Anyway, I’ll temporarily leave your head attached to your neck. Therefore, you should enjoy as much as possible this little time you have left!”

“…” Song Shuhang found these threats rather familiar. Thereupon, he asked, “Excuse me, do you know the ‘sea urchin warriors’? Is it possible that you somehow obtained their ❮Sea Urchin Warriors’ 20 Years of Mandatory Education Manual❯?”

How come its threats were so similar to the ones the sea urchin warriors spouted if it hadn’t studied the ❮Sea Urchin Warriors’ 20 Years of Mandatory Education Manual❯?

“Hmph! Stupid kid, being obstinate and argumentative won’t help you live longer! I can a.s.sure you that you are dead meat! I’ll let you have a taste of the most brutal tortures in the world and eat your thin arms and legs little by little.” The muscular dragon grinned fiendishly.

Song Shuhang shrugged his shoulders and said, “Would you believe me if I were to tell you that I’m not a member of the Jingang Temple?”

“Ahahaha, what a coward! Are you scared now? But it’s way too late!” the strange, muscular dragon said with a smile.

“No, that’s not it. I was just planning to tell you that I’m not a monk, and I have no intention of becoming one, either.” Song Shuhang loosened his grip and asked, “Anyway, who are you?”

“You do not match to know who I am. All the evil survivors of the Jingang Sect must die. We will not allow any of you to escape. Live your days in fear until I come to take your head.” After he had said this much, the projection of the strange dragon started to fade.

Song Shuhang turned his head around and asked, “Sixteen, Jiaojiao, Senior Horizon, have you ever seen such a strange dragon before?”

Su Clan’s Sixteen shook her head. However, she had a dignified expression on her small face. After all, anything that had the bloodline of a ‘dragon’ wasn’t easy to deal with.

“I also don’t know of any type of dragon that can become like this after growing up. Perhaps it has undergone a mutation?” Yu Jiaojiao said.

Daoist Priest Horizon said, “It’s also my first time seeing this type of evil dragon.”

“Kekeke~” The muscular dragon laughed strangely, with the projection becoming paler and paler.

Song Shuhang nodded his head and suddenly took a step forward. Then, he took the glove off his hand and stretched it out toward the projection of the muscular dragon.

The projection was immaterial, but Song Shuhang just needed to metaphorically ‘touch’ it to activate the technique!

He recalled the 88,888 voices and operated the secret appraisal technique at full strength.

“Get into action!” Song Shuhang said.

By knowing the ins and outs of the enemy, one would emerge victorious each time! How could Song Shuhang defend himself from this unknown enemy if he didn’t even know about its background?

Therefore, the best course of action was to appraise the background of the other party—even if he had to lose some blood in return.

The secret appraisal technique was successfully activated.

A total of 33 wounds appeared on Song Shuhang’s back and arms. Fresh blood spurted out and dyed his clothes red. The resulting pain made him hiss.

Soon after, golden runes flowed out of his eyes and fell on the projection of the strange dragon.

The runes formed the picture of a clock, with the hands of the clock turning counterclockwise after.

After a short while, the runes returned to his eyes.

A brand mark with the capacity to create a supernatural projection. It can be used to summon the projection of the demon known as ‘Cave Lord Dragon’, who is the cave lord of the ‘Evil Dragon Cave’ situated on the ‘Mountain of Next Life’, one of the 77 mountains of the Netherworld.

‘I don’t want only this much information, give me more!’ Song Shuhang roared inwardly.

The projection of that strange and muscular dragon, which had already faded to the point of becoming transparent, looked at Song Shuhang in puzzlement, unable to understand why he had suddenly started losing blood from all over the body.

But right at this time, the body of the strange dragon shook fiercely. It felt that there was something wrong, just as if someone was peeping at its main body. Was someone planning to kill it?

This feeling was very uncomfortable. Thereupon, it quickly took back its consciousness from the ‘supernatural projection’ and returned to its main body.

At this time, the new information that Song Shuhang had appraised was transmitted to his mind.

Cave Lord Dragon, a resident of the Mountain of Next Life. It now has the strength of the Sixth Stage Realm and was originally an insect that could take possession of other bodies. A thousand years ago, it was lucky enough to take possession of the body of a weak demodragon upon arriving in China. After taking possession of the body of the demodragon, it managed to escape from all the cultivators that were trying to kill it and safely returned to the Netherworld Realm. After taking possession of the body of a demodragon, its strength increased by leaps and bounds, reaching the Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm 300 years ago and becoming one of the cave lords of the Mountain of Next Life. Note: the body of the demodragon it took possession of underwent great changes due to the polluted energy of the Netherworld.

Song Shuhang took his hand back. His body had become soft after the huge loss of blood and crumbled to the ground. The wounds on his body had yet to heal, and fresh blood was still spurting out.

Nevertheless, a happy expression appeared on his face.

At this time, the projection of that strange and muscular dragon had disappeared without a trace, and only the ice-cold body of that demonic disciple of the Netherworld Realm was left.

When he crumbled to the ground, Song Shuhang swiftly put on the glove of pa.s.sion of Swordsman Wooden Ox.

Then, he used his mental energy to activate the ‘healing technique’ on the ancient bronze ring. The healing technique started to cure the wounds on his back and arms. However, only a small part of the injuries was cured; the wounds were too deep.

Song Shuhang clenched his teeth in pain.