936 Celestial Cotton Gold! (1/2)

When Dong Qitian initially thought about it, he would have refused, even if Yun Yang was planning to try his best now. Although Yun Yang's impressive blade might be able to cut through the chain, any weapon would have its limit and this applied especially to a blade that looked as flimsy as this one did. If Yun Yang's amazing weapon gave out before the chains could be severed, everything will be lost. Perhaps they should wait until Yun Yang's cultivation base was fully restored and ensure that he was in perfect condition so that he could give his best shot and obtain success with a greater degree of certainty!

Of course, there was another more perfect way to execute it, which was to have Dong Qitian wield Yun Yang's treasured blade. Dong Qitian was confident that the chain could be easily gotten rid of if the mighty blade was paired with his own cultivation base. Although his hands and feet were bound, he could easily supply his own Qi to wield the weapon and might just beat Yun Yang at it!

However, Dong Qitian knew that Yun Yang would not yield to him that amazing weapon so easily. Furthermore, Dong Qitian could tell that that the mightily divine blade was fueled by Yun Yang's own lifeforce and Qi. If anyone else attempted to use their own to wield it, they might find it tough to unleash its full potential. The effort invested would only give them half the result — it would only lower its efficiency!

Therefore, he did not dare to interrupt when he saw Yun Yang closing his eyes as he dedicated himself to a meditative recuperation process. He could only watch, his eyes wide with worry.

Why isn't it done yet?

Why hasn't he recovered yet?

How much… slower can this get?

As a fellow practitioner himself, he already knew that recuperation was a process that takes a particularly long amount of time. Pills with miraculous effects and the insanely rare air of vitality could at most cut down the recuperation time, but they could never heal a person instantly. However, hope had presented itself right before his eyes — no matter how steady his state of mind was, he could not keep himself calm.

Only two days… God!

I-I…

I'm terribly exhilarated and looking forward to it!

Tortured in such a pool of emotions, Dong Qitian turned horribly haggard in these two days time, his eyes bloodshot with a web of blood vessels.

A few hundred year's worth of imprisonment did not torture Dong Qitian to the brink of insanity, yet this short wait of two days had caused him to almost lose himself.

When Yun Yang finally recovered, he leaped in shock at the first sight that greeted his eyes. ”Y-Y-You… Elder Dong, what's going on with you?” He cried in surprise.

The haughtiness Dong Qitian had before was nowhere to be seen in this person before him. It was as if he had completely lost his humanity — his face was entirely black and his eyes webbed with blood vessels. His eyes were locked onto Yun Yang's as if it was about to catch fire as if he wanted to swallow Yun Yang whole into his belly.

”Done? If you are, then get on with it!”

When those words reached his ears, Yun Yang noticed that his voice had actually turned hoarse.

”Just how anxious and impatient can you be?” Yun Yang was speechless.

Dong Qitian replied faintly, ”Why don't you try being locked up here for a few years?”

His face darkening, Yun Yang pulled out Divine Edge with one smooth motion. As he was finding a suitable position, he asked, ”I presume that the person who imprisoned you must be an old acquaintance?”

”Why would you say that?” replied Dong Qitian.

”I also happen to know that both of you must be rather good friends.” Yun Yang continued flatly.

”Oh? Why would you say that?”

Yun Yang raised his blade and replied coldly. ”Because if I were him, I would most probably lock you in here as well.”

”Why?” Dong Qitian was truly confused.

”Your mouth, that's why.” Yun Yang brought his blade down in a swift strike. ”It's incredibly foul…”

Ever since Yun Yang had arrived at the Bound of Universe, anyone whom he was relatively close to seemed to always override the lower limit of his tolerance. This so-called lower limit was not referring to their cultivation level — it was referring to their snarkiness. The first one he met, the little fatty Qian Duoduo, was already deemed a pretty exceptional one; next came Shi Wuchen, who was equally a prodigy smart-mouth, comparable to the little fatty. Then, there was this person right before him now who seemed to rank even higher than the other two. Yun Yang, a self-professed smart-mouth himself, was at the brink of conceding defeat and lamenting that he was not as good as them!

Dong Qitian, the party directly involved, could only respond with muted silence.