Chapter 60 - Chapter 60: Chapter 58: The Southern Executioner Heavenly King, Cao Ran_l (1/2)
Chapter 60: Chapter 58: The Southern Executioner Heavenly King, Cao Ran_l
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A large lake was surrounded by rolling mountains, with mist lingering over the water and the peaks reflected in the emerald surface, like a celestial paradise on earth.
Fang Wang walked to the lakeside and sat down in meditation, feeling the spiritual energy of the area. A smile appeared on his face as he praised, “Not bad, it is indeed an excellent place for cultivation.”
Xiao Zi let out a sigh of relief. Throughout the journey, Fang Wang had been silent, occasionally exuding an intimidating aura that left it trembling with fear.
“Feel free to do as you please; I’m going to cultivate here.”
After saying this, Fang Wang began to practice Qi gathering.
He needed to meditate and gather Qi to calm his mind. The fresh air here was everywhere, each view capable of broadening his mood.
Xiao Zi immediately left Fang Wang’s chest. It looked back at Fang Wang, flicked its snake tongue a few times, and then silently left.
There was still plenty of time before the six-month deadline, and Fang Wang had already enjoyed numerous gains, so it was a good choice to meditate here for inner peace.
Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and gazed at the wind-stirred lake as he gathered Qi.
The mountains and waters appeared mystical and enchanting under the cover of thick fog, while ripples occasionally spread across the lake as fish leapt out of the water, making everything seem so beautiful.
After spending more than four hundred years in the Heavenly Palace, he never tired of such landscapes.
And so it went, day by day, with the sun setting and the moon rising.
Fang Wang sat by the lake without standing up, watching the fog disperse and gather, observing the proud sun as it rose and set, and the malice in his heart dissipated.
Every few days, Xiao Zi would return, each time bringing back various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Although Fang Wang was resting, it did not dare stop, feeling that only through active effort could it ensure Fang Wang’s loyalty.
One month later.
Fang Wang’s mood had returned to normal, and Xiao Zi clearly sensed that his smiles had become more frequent, lessening its nervousness.
One day, just after Xiao Zi had left, Fang Wang took out the Golden Scale White Feather Robe and began to refine and lift the ownership seals within.
Thanks to his True Combat Technique, his perception of magic artifacts far surpassed his past abilities, and he quickly located the ownership seal.
The seal within the Golden Scale White Feather Robe was extremely complex, making it difficult to claim ownership. It would’ve taken him a long time to control it previously, but now it went smoothly, having fully mastered the True Combat Technique of Great Perfection.
Three hours later.
The treasure, which was at least of exquisite quality, acknowledged him as its master. As he stood up, the Golden Scale White Feather Robe floating before him clung directly onto his body. A golden radiance burst forth, engulfing his figure.
After two breaths, the golden light dissipated, and Fang Wang was dressed in the Golden Scale White Feather Robe. Under the sunlight, the robe’s golden scales shone brilliantly, and the wide sleeves and hem fluttered like white feathers, making him look extremely handsome. Visible golden dragon Qi swirled around him, as if a celestial lord had descended to the mortal world.
Fang Wang felt as light as a swallow. The Golden Scale White Feather Robe could automatically absorb nature’s spiritual energy and had protective seals within. They would be triggered automatically upon attack.
Wearing this robe, he felt in excellent condition and could even guide the robe to store his Spiritual Power.
What a treasure!
Fang Wang grew even more fond of it. He was curious about the defensive capability of the Golden Scale White Feather Robe, but it was not a good idea to experiment with it within the Great Saint’s Grotto-Heaven.
With a thought, the Golden Scale White Feather Robe seeped into the robe of his Great Abyss Gate disciple, out of sight. He could feel it turning into a thin layer clinging to his body, ready to be summoned at any moment.
Convenient!
With such a treasure in hand, Fang Wang felt even better.
He did not continue with his Qi gathering cultivation. Instead, he went to a nearby forest to cut a tree branch, fashioning it into a fishing rod, and used the roots of long grass as the fishing line.
He prepared to fish and relax for a few days.
Before long, he sat by the lake and began fishing.
Without using Spiritual Power, he sat motionless for half a day. By dusk, he finally caught a fish, but, unfortunately, he pulled too hard and only a fish mouth was left on the hook.
Despite the failure, Fang Wang found enjoyment in it.
Three days later, Xiao Zi returned and, seeing him fishing, grew even more suspicious that he had been possessed.
“I wonder which demon it is…”
Xiao Zi thought worriedly, bound to Fang Wang by the Soul-Binding Curse with no other choice.
During this time, Fang Wang could sense Xiao Zi’s Demonic Qi rapidly increasing, likely from devouring the blood and flesh of the black dragon. He did not point it out, nor did Xiao Zi mention it.
Another half-month passed.
The peaceful days were eventually disrupted.
In the early morning, the majestic fog over the lake churned violently, and a howling wind came sweeping in, blowing Fang Wang’s black hair and fluttering his robe.