1244: Chapter 367: A Trio Outing 1244: Chapter 367: A Trio Outing In that fleeting moment within the Pure White Space, the Taozu Finger Bone from the External Space buzzed and actively leapt out, landing on the back of Su He’s hand.
Wafts of the primeval breath of all things seeped out.
But the space closed abruptly.
The Taozu Finger Bone lay silent upon Su He’s hand.
All fell into tranquility.
Only the lingering aura from East Cloud Mountain and the continuously increasing power of the Four Directions Sword reminded Su He of what had truly just occurred.
Ji Feixue stepped over in one stride, landing beside Su He, the corners of her mouth curling into a teasing smile: “Little Master, you’ve really foregone a direct route to heaven, don’t you feel a pinch of loss?”
The visibly attainable Immortal Sovereign Pathway—not just visible, for within the Heavenly Tribulation a seed of The Great Tao had already condensed; one only needed to accept it to step directly onto the path.
Too bad it couldn’t be taken out, for if it were, all heavens and myriad realms would erupt into a bloody storm.
Su He rolled his eyes inwardly.
Did he care about a mere Immortal Sovereign Path?
Which of the paths he trod upon could not reach the height of Immortal Sovereign?
Was it the Four Saints’ failure, or the Dragon Turtle’s inadequacy, or were his Luan Phoenix Harmony Technique lacking in power?
Su He had just reached Opening Heaven Four-fold, yet he already possessed the capability of the extreme limit of Opening Heaven Six-fold.
He didn’t need to wait for Heaven Seven-fold, just with Opening Heaven Six-fold if an Immortal Sovereign dared to prance before him, watch if he wouldn’t strike!
If he further attested the Vermilion Bird and Azure Dragon and unified the Four Saints.
Capturing an Immortal Sovereign would indeed be as easy as reaching out one’s hand.
Tempting him with the Immortal Sovereign Path was less likely to succeed than a beauty trap.
Su He sneered inwardly, yet his outward expression was one of heartache as he exclaimed grievously, “For my sister’s sake, I’ve even given up the Immortal Sovereign Path …
Sister, you must compensate me!”
“Pah!” Ji Feixue chuckled, “Trying to take advantage of me again!”
“Little Master, it’s always me who takes advantage of others,” she said, poking a finger at Su He’s forehead, plunging him into the East Cloud Mountain, smashing into the body of the mountain, his figure disappearing.
Ji Feixue laughed as she ran off, returning to Yunmeng Ze, where the Big Salamander once again leaped from the water, its fish face bunched up together.
As soon as it saw Ji Feixue, it immediately spat out a puppet.
The puppet, in turn, became nauseated, retching and descending into the depths of Yunmeng Ze.
The little wooden puppet spat repeatedly, glaring at Ji Feixue; it was she who had dragged him by the neck the whole way.
He was the ruler of the Barbarian Clan of a generation!
A lofty Immortal Sovereign!
His Tao Cultivation was second only to the legendary Savage King.
How could he endure such an indignity!
“Demoness!
Take one of my axes!” The little puppet roared, swinging the Xuānhuā Axe in a full circle, attempting to chop towards Ji Feixue’s feet with an Opening Heaven strike.
Clang!
The crisp sound struck the Concentric Bell, the bell’s echo tantalizing and melodious to the ear, yet to the tiny ears of Bar Zhui, it was like rolling Heavenly Thunder, the entire puppet stunned to the ground, and with a thud, it fell into the water, sinking down.
Ji Feixue glanced at it, not only did she not fish it out, she instead summoned a turtle to press down on the puppet, and then turned and left.
Below East Cloud Mountain, Su He had reverted to his White Tiger form, lying motionless in the cave.
His entire spirit was immersed in that one finger-point from Ji Feixue.
Unaware of time, unaware of all creation.
His mind was filled with a single silhouette, the black-clothed Ji Feixue brandishing a big saber, swinging it forward in a powerful slash.
With murderous intent skyrocketing.
Ji Feixue’s finger had transferred the black-clothed saber technique.
It wasn’t a cultivation of the technique but a slash when she fought with the Sealed Emperor Great Ancestor.
It was three-parts similar to Su He’s comprehension of the killing intent within his own slash.
It also had some connection with the killing intent within Su He’s White Tiger.
The path of using killing intent to enter the Tao certainly had its commonalities.
The Four Directions Sword transformed into light and merged into Su He’s body, with the Sword Qi occasionally condensing on his tiger claws, and at times becoming the gleam of stars within his tiger eyes.
Though this sword had not condensed an Artifact Spirit, it possessed an extraordinary charm.
Su He gradually comprehended the killing intent and analyzed the saber technique.
He abandoned the integration of Instant Brilliance and Hidden Edge into the saber technique, aiming only for a pure saber intent, seeking maximal lethality.
It bore a semblance of reaching the extreme state.
The ultimate portrayal of emotion within the blade.
All that remained of the saber technique was a single aiding effect of the Astonishing Swan.
With one slash passing, even a commoner could see a lingering shadow, but likewise, a Greater Power could only see the same shadow, unable to dodge or avoid it.
Broken…
Broken Sword?
A very down-to-earth name inexplicably popped into Su He’s mind.
Su He shook his head desperately, trying to toss the name out, but the more he shook, the deeper the name burrowed into his brain.
Su He let out an angry roar.
But from outside the mountain, the voice of Su Huanian reached him: “Husband, have you encountered a problem?”
Following the path Ji Feixue had smashed open, Su He walked out to see Su Huanian standing quietly at the entrance of the cave.
East Cloud Mountain was clad in a coat of silver, unaware of how much time had passed since the tribulation.
Snow was deep, three feet thick, not a work of a single day.
No footprints or disorderly snow traces around.
Su Huanian, having waited uncertainly for how long, near a rock table sheltered by an oil-paper umbrella, laid some mountain peaches.
The ambiance suggested the doing of the East Cloud Mountain Divine God.
It must be a tribute to Su Huanian, but she hadn’t touched it.
Su He stepped out of the cave, his tiger paw turning into a human form as he touched the ground.
He took Su Huanian’s hand, dusting the Fallen Snow from her head, and with a light tap above both their heads, prevented snow from sticking to them.
“Have you waited long?”
“Not too long,” Su Huanian responded, her face bearing a shallow smile.
Her gaze towards Su He had changed ever since they had more intimate interactions.
The iceberg had melted.
Su He spun her around in his arms.
Su Huanian’s cheeks flushed red.
Although she had been open and honest with Su He, having nothing left but the final step untouched, when had she ever been so affectionately close with someone in the open?
“Missed me?” Su He asked with a smile.
Su Huanian bit her lip, staying silent, and only when Su He released her and pulled her to walk outside the mountain, did she softly hum in acknowledgement.