Chapter 153 The Elixir of Immortality

The Undying Flower, born from the pure qi of Kunlun Mountain, is one of the three great elixirs of immortality in the world.

The one who consumed the Undying Flower was Yuan of the Tu Shan tribe. In later reincarnations, he existed in a state of 'Yuan and yet not Yuan.' Only after death, when the true spirit returned to its essence, could the Undying Flower activate its effect, maintaining the true spirit's immortality. However, Wei Yuan had already awakened his past memories.

This change occurred when Nü Jiao allowed him to come into contact with pottery.

A change unlike any of his previous lives.

He is Wei Yuan, but he is also indeed Yuan.

The effect of the Kunlun Undying Flower allowed the wound in Wei Yuan's heart to slowly wriggle and recover. The intense pain contorted his face as he collapsed to the ground, his hands gripping the earth tightly, his cheeks constantly twitching. Immortality was one thing, but the pain was not diminished in the slightest, especially since this kind of injury seemed to be touching the Undying Flower's limit. If the Mountain Lord had directly turned his heart into dust, the Undying Flower, after all, was not a Wu Xian medicine and could not revive him.

The pain of being pierced through the heart, and the pain of the torn wound slowly recovering.

Wei Yuan's face turned deathly pale.

If he weren't still facing his enemy, he would have cried out long ago, but now he had to hold it in.

He couldn't lose face in front of his enemy.

Hold on, hold on!

At this moment, the Mountain Lord seemed to have finally regained his senses, staggering and falling to the ground. The Crouching Tiger Waist Token lit up with flowing light, which swirled in the air, eventually transforming into the Mountain Lord's own bizarre and chaotic painting. In the painting, the Mountain Lord's appearance rapidly burned away, and correspondingly, a strand of qi was forcibly extracted from the true Mountain Lord.

The Mountain Lord wanted to stop it, but he was exhausted and unable to do so.

He could only watch as that qi was sealed into the painting.

That was his foundation and origin, the proof of his existence as a god, and his very being. And now, because of the mark left by being sealed once in the past, coupled with his current near-death state, it was forcibly extracted. In the end, the bizarre and chaotic painting burned without fire, and a gust of mountain wind scattered the ashes, revealing a fierce tiger seal.

Square at the bottom, with a fierce tiger raising its head and roaring on top, lifelike.

This is the wild wind surging down from the summit.

It is a god's mark.

This seal had no physical form, and then it fell into the Crouching Tiger Waist Token, where it was stored.

At this moment, the Mountain Lord had even lost the foundation of his existence. He was truly exhausted. His tiger eyes slowly lost their luster. He still struggled to pull out the eight-sided Han sword piercing his heart and threw it on the ground, maintaining his last bit of dignity.

The eight-sided Han sword fell upside down into the ground.

Drinking the blood of a god, fine纹纹 appeared on this ordinary iron weapon, whistling in the wind.

This battle was not witnessed by others.

But they deduced the approximate location. Helicopters arrived with a large number of people, and the voices of those arriving came with the wind:

"Hurry, that tiger god should be here. That's a celestial god's body. It must be securely sealed."

"We need to preserve His body. This is the most precious research material in the world!"

Then, there was a lowered voice.

"Also, the person who fought the Mountain God, there are... people who want his blood, and bone marrow cells... most importantly, the core genes. It would be best, best to extract his sperm while he's asleep... there are still people who believe that the offspring of the strong are also strong."

"What did you say?!"

"There's no choice, at least save people first."

Such voices fell into the ears of the two combatants. The Mountain Lord, who was clearly about to die, had a glimmer of light reappear in his dim pupils. He struggled to get up, sensing that he was about to dissipate. Unless he devoured another god at this moment, absorbing the divine foundation to support himself, even his true spirit would not remain.

Gods are high above, and the higher the position, the more miserable the fall.

Even becoming a wandering ghost is just a luxury.

But how could he kill a god in this situation?

He was stunned, seemingly bewildered, then quickly regained his reason and composure, turning to look at Wei Yuan. Suddenly, he stepped forward and slammed his last punch heavily into Wei Yuan's chest, which had already erupted once.

Wei Yuan's expression changed, but he had already erupted once, and he had no second strength.

He was knocked back.

Flames rose.

The Mountain Lord's remaining aura could not kill him, but it was connecting with the flames, leaving a charred mark on his chest, distorting the mark of the piercing wound, and sealing off the aura of the Undying Flower, preventing it from leaking out.

The Mountain Lord staggered to his feet and said, "I don't resent losing."

"A final piece of advice, Crouching Tiger, hide yourself well."

"Immortality isn't always a good thing. Be careful of being dissected. People's hearts can be very dangerous."

He straightened his back bit by bit, facing the distant helicopter, spread his arms, took a deep breath with his last strength, and then laughed loudly:

"A true man should be feared when he lives, and rejoiced when he dies!"

"Even in death, he should die at the hands of a hero, buried between heaven and earth. How can he be humiliated by petty people?!"

The Mountain Lord leaped backward, and then had no strength left. His eyes completely dimmed.

The wild wind dissipated, and he fell into the abyss.

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Wei Yuan endured that punch, and was finally knocked unconscious, his consciousness slowly sinking into darkness.

His last bit of consciousness supported him, wanting to leave immediately, but he couldn't control his body.

A ruin, with traces of blood everywhere. The helicopter noticed this and rushed here with its personnel. Before that, a long wind rose between heaven and earth, not the wild wind summoned by the tiger, but the wind transformed from pure qi. The interference to helicopters was even greater than to fighter jets, preventing those who came from getting close.

A girl in a white top and high-waisted jeans came riding the wind. Her long hair was tied up, and she wore a baseball cap, with only a few strands of black hair sticking out on her forehead. She saw Wei Yuan and felt his heart still beating, finally relieved, and landed gently.

Jue reached out and pressed on Wei Yuan's neck, confirming his pulse.

Thinking about what the Water Ghost had said before, the girl clenched her fingers.

The long wind flowed, dissipating all of Wei Yuan's blood here.

Then it turned into the Water Ghost's specially formulated cherry-flavored soda.

Just like blood.

The Heavenly Maiden glanced into the distance with her black eyes, not saying much, but hesitating about how to take Wei Yuan back. She looked around slightly, clenched her fingers slightly, and the surrounding pure wind became even more magnificent, emitting a cyan glow, invisible to the naked eye.

Then she controlled the wind, letting it lift Wei Yuan, who was much taller than her.

Then, after a little recollection, she placed her left hand under Wei Yuan's shoulder blades, her fingers tucked under her left armpit, and her right hand under Wei Yuan's knees, letting the unconscious Wei Yuan rest his head on her shoulder. The girl exerted force and lifted the Crouching Tiger in a princess carry.

She thought seriously and breathed out slightly.

"It's simple."

As the Heavenly Maiden flew away with Wei Yuan, heading towards Quanzhou, Wei Yuan's will struggled to awaken due to the blowing of the mountain wind. Then his thoughts stagnated, and he realized his state. He noticed that the girl's profile had a bit of baby fat, and that the girl's black hair, gently swaying in the wind, was falling on his face, tickling him. Then he realized his current state.

A princess carry?

I! I, I just killed a god!

And you're being princess carried.

I am the Emperor of Qin's halberd-bearer, escorting Xu Fu across the East Sea and burying Xiang Yu.

And you're being princess carried.

I am the Vice Celestial Master of the Way of Peace!

And you're being princess carried.

Wei Yuan was silent.

Then he closed his eyes and fainted on his own accord.

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A while later, several helicopters slowly landed.

But waiting for them was a mess, and blood that had already begun to dry.

But fortunately, there were still some places where the blood had not completely evaporated. According to the instructions on the other end of the phone, they had to collect these 'blood' samples.

This would be the highest level of research material.

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Yingtian Prefecture is the core area of Jiangnan Province.

The Yangtze River flows through this area. According to monitoring inferences, the Mountain Lord's body fell into the Yangtze River basin. However, after searching for several days, they did not find where the Mountain Lord's body was. After the Yangtze River flows into the sea, it enters the East Sea, and the Divine Land's East Sea is connected to several other seas in the world.

One of them is the Sakurajima Sea area of Sakurajima.

On the seashore, there is a large shrine.

On this day, the servants of the shrine discovered that, along with the tides of the East Sea, a person was sent to the rocks on the coast. Then the head priest of the shrine discovered that the person had extremely strong aura characteristics. Although he was dying, this was undoubtedly a powerful creature from that ancient land.

Moreover, he was almost dead.

The shrine here worships the mountain god of Mount Fuji, Konohanasakuya-hime.

The priestesses and servants bound this dying creature and brought him to see the mountain god Konohanasakuya-hime. Then this mountain god of Mount Fuji finally recognized the extremely weak but extremely pure divinity. Her expression changed. She found her father and brought him here.

That was the mountain god born from the union of Izanagi and Izanami, Ōyamatsumi.

Ōyamatsumi looked at the person lying on the ground in shock.

Seeing him swollen with water, dying, no, even dying could not describe his state, he was almost a corpse, only his own will barely retaining a trace of life. And the pure divinity overflowing from his body filled Ōyamatsumi's heart with greed, but also a trace of vigilance and wariness.

The news of the great battle that occurred in Jiangnan Province of Divine Land a few days ago had not been completely blocked.

Ōyamatsumi also knew this.

Therefore, facing such a huge temptation, He was still full of vigilance, gesturing left and right.

A servant stepped forward, holding a wooden stick used by the gods to punish sinners, striking the black-clothed man heavily on the left and right, striking his arms, legs, and even his forehead. He struck him countless times, almost breaking his limbs, and hitting his head until it bled. The two servants were panting with exhaustion, but the man still had no reaction.

Then he had a priestess come forward and sprinkle water that had been blessed with wheat ears on the person's body.

A sizzling sound was emitted, but the stinging and itching caused the black-clothed man to have no reaction at all.

In the end, they even poured this thing on the man's face as an insult, but the other party didn't even have the slightest change in expression.

On the contrary, one of the servants accidentally touched his body, causing him to sway, his arms to spread out, and several beads to fall from his arms, spinning around. Those were sharira, emitting an extremely rich divinity, obviously the divinity that had just entangled around this man came from these sharira.

Ōyamatsumi was completely relieved, and then stepped forward to take the sharira, wanting to absorb the power from that ancient land, to climb to his own strength, to occupy a high enough position in the upcoming troubled times, and even to use this as an opportunity to steal and devour the divinity of that land, just like the Buddhas in the past. It was not impossible.

Just as he couldn't help but imagine, suddenly.

Another palm raised, grabbing him tightly.

Ōyamatsumi's pupils contracted, seeing the corpse lying on the ground open its eyes. Those light yellow pupils had long been dim and lost, but at this moment, they exuded an unspeakable baleful aura. Ōyamatsumi was terrified and angry, drawing his divine weapon and smashing it towards the man's forehead.

But the other party did not dodge or retreat, colliding towards him.

Ōyamatsumi was a venerable mountain god, how could he fight to the death with such a corpse?

So he subconsciously retreated.

The weapon in his hand smashed towards another part of the man's body, trying to force him away, while he retreated himself. But he did not expect that his weapon would break the other party's shoulder, but the other party would not retreat a step, instantly approaching within three steps. In those light yellow pupils, tyranny, madness, and anger at being provoked and insulted erupted.

A low tiger's roar rose.

Three days later,

Arrogant and rampant tiger roars rose from this shrine.

The Mountain Lord barely survived, while the sharira were completely exhausted. In addition, as the price, Ōyamatsumi and the goddess of Mount Fuji were all killed by Him in exchange for injuries, forcibly beheading them,剥夺了 divinity, as his own cornerstone. He sneered coldly in his eyes. These could also be considered gods, just high above, not knowing how to fight, not knowing how to be vigilant, without any will to speak of.

Not as good as mortals.

Footsteps sounded. The Mountain Lord raised his eyes to look at where the sound was coming from, his gaze cold: "Who?"

That was a gentle-looking man with a five-stranded long beard, with a clear divine aura on his body, saying:

"Me? You can call me Ame-no-Minakanushi."

"You can also call me Emperor Jimmu."

The Mountain Lord's expression was cold. He raised his hand and grabbed a spear, his killing intent rising. Even though his body was severely injured, he still stepped forward fiercely, the weapon in his hand aimed straight at the other's throat. It was not until the Taoist smiled and said the next sentence that the weapon, which had blurred into an afterimage, stopped in front of His throat.

"Of course, you can also call me..."

"Xu Fu."

ps: Today's update is 4,000 words. Then I need to take a leave to revise the outline of the following chapters, and push the plot...

It can be regarded as the first ring closing, so the chapter name is the Elixir of Immortality, not only Yuan, but also Xu Fu, although a new ring has been opened.

Okay, the Mountain Lord's ending is already destined, but for the sake of the plot, he still needs to be a tool person to connect the plot. He won't have much to do in a short time. The Mountain Lord's line ended when his divinity was transformed into a seal and was 剥夺了 by Wei Yuan (picture of a trembling hand holding a cigarette.jpg)