Chapter 485: Change

Chapter 485 Change

Having been through so much, Li Huowang had honestly never seen such a method before, and he knew not what manner of art she would deploy to sever the bond between Bai Lingmiao and her Xianjia immortals.

Bai Lingmiao seemed extraordinarily bashful about her current attire, so much so that even the tips of her ears flushed red with shame, her two hands covering her front yet unable to hide her back, leaving her thoroughly mortified for a time.

"Girl, what are you curling up for? Stand straight and be quick about it."

Following the urging, once Bai Lingmiao stood perfectly straight, Lian Zhibei pulled out three incense sticks, thrust them directly into the doorframe, fell straight to her knees, and struck her head heavily against the threshold several times.

Immediately afterward, she brought out a bundle of incense, and having swiftly lit them, she first bowed thrice to the doorway, then raised the smoldering white-smoking tips and plunged them toward her own cheeks.

Accompanied by a continuous sizzling sound, the dark red ember-tips pierced through her left cheek and protruded from her right cheek, and Lian Zhibei's voice began to grow coarse and wild. "Lord Tiger takes the altar!"

Lian Zhibei raised the glinting cold iron chain-hooks in her hands and pierced through her upper and lower lips, resembling two pairs of sharp, pointed fangs.

Fresh red blood trickled down drop by drop, dripping onto the incantation-patterned paper apron worn upon Lian Zhibei's body.

This display made Li Huowang knit his brows tightly; that this person should self-mutilate in such a fashion, how did it bear a resemblance to the Fire Altar Sect? Could she perhaps be another branch of the Fire Altar Sect?

Even as Li Huowang pondered thus, Lian Zhibei reached out and pulled from the large bundle, dragging out a row of crimson firecrackers.

She drew a stick of incense from her own cheek and swiftly lit the fuse, a series of sharp, crackling explosions ringing out continuously.

The white smoke rising from the incense tips and the turbid sulfur smoke from the firecrackers intertwined with each other, causing the entire room to become shrouded in rolling mists.

Amid the bursting din of the firecrackers, Lian Zhibei fished a tiger-squatting gavel from her bosom, raised it high with both hands, and slammed it fiercely against the ground. "Let the sound resound through rivers, lakes, and seas! Let the divine light burst forth to cleave open the heavens!! Lord Tiger devours the cannon!!"

Accompanied by a low, thunderous roar of a tiger, the next moment, the thick smoke all around swirled rapidly, burrowing into Lian Zhibei's wide-open mouth.

As the firecracker noise subsided, Lian Zhibei's eyes turned entirely white, and she went down on all fours, her plump body contorting into postures a normal human being could absolutely never achieve.

Confronted by this sight, Li Huowang could not help but instinctively draw out his Purple-Tassel Sword.

Li Huowang's expression turned exceptionally solemn; though this fat woman was usually careless and slovenly, for her to go alone to seek trouble with spiritual abominations meant her true strength was absolutely not to be underestimated.

Lian Zhibei's blood-dripping mouth slowly parted, revealing the iron hooks that had just been inserted; she let out a low, beast-like growl toward Li Huowang from the depths of her throat—more precisely, the sound of a tiger.

"Senior Brother Li? Why is there a tiger in our home?" Bai Lingmiao looked with trepidation at Lian Zhibei, who was sprawling upon the ground.

No sooner had she spoken than Lian Zhibei snapped her head around, glaring with those near-entirely white eyes at the patterns upon Bai Lingmiao's body. Then, in an instant, her legs coiled and she kicked off the ground with a ferocious leap, pouncing toward Bai Lingmiao.

"Wait!!"

Just as Li Huowang's copper-coin sword and Li Sui's tentacles flew halfway across the room, they saw that Lian Zhibei did not land upon Bai Lingmiao, but instead leaped directly over the crown of her head.

With a sharp snap, Lian Zhibei seemed to bite into something in midair, whereupon her mouth gaped wide to the point of tearing the corners of her lips as she began to tear and maul frantically toward the ground.

At the same time, Bai Lingmiao began to clutch her head in painful cries, and the cinnabar patterns upon her body wriggled violently like flower-snakes, a small section of them diminishing slightly.

When Li Huowang's keen hearing caught the sound of agonized shrieks from an immense distance, a surge of joy rose in his heart instead—those were the agonized shrieks of the Xianjia!

"Miao miao, bear with it!!"

With a rushing whoosh, Lian Zhibei once more leapt over Bai Lingmiao's head, biting savagely at the empty air, and the agonized shrieks that seemed to come from nowhere grew louder and louder.

Just as Lian Zhibei crossed over Bai Lingmiao's head for the fifth time, the second goddess, who had been kept in the dark, suddenly sensed something amiss through the newly acquired ability.

At this moment in the courtyard, the second goddess was growing lighter!

When that peculiar perception pierced through the red bridal veil, the awareness of everything within caused her heart to shudder.

The beast-like flesh and blood belonging to the Xianjia had already been mostly devoured, and with Lian Zhibei's frantic mauling, the remaining snake scales, fox fur, and hedgehog quills were vanishing at a breakneck pace; the entire face of the second goddess had now become precarious.

"This woman intends to eradicate the Xianjia upon my body! Without the Xianjia, the second goddess will also cease to exist!"

"Stop! Senior Brother Li, make her stop quickly! The second goddess is about to disappear!!"

Bai Lingmiao crouched upon the ground and cried out loudly, tears falling continuously from her eyes.

"Miao miao, do not worry, endure it just a little longer!"

Steeling his heart, Li Huowang turned and strode into the courtyard. Just as he stepped outside, he saw the second goddess silently staring at the dwarf tree.

Beholding her red bridal veil, now stained crimson with fresh blood, Li Huowang's heart gave a violent shudder. He caught a corner of the veil and pulled it gently away, revealing the second goddess—with only half a face remaining—before him.

"You..." Li Huowang first turned his head to glance at Bai Lingmiao inside the room, then turned back to look at the mangled flesh and blood of the second goddess before him.

Right at that moment, the tattered form of the second goddess stumbled violently following a fierce wrench from Lian Zhibei nearby.

The second goddess looked at him, her sole remaining eye filled with intense reluctance. "Live well, do not fail her, and in the future, when things happen, do not throw a fit about living or dying like some wench."

At this moment, certain things upon the second goddess's body seemed to dissolve, her disposition gradually drawing closer to that of Bai Lingmiao.

"Senior Brother Li! She has not returned! If the Xianjia are gone, the second goddess is truly dead!"

Even as Bai Lingmiao uttered these words, the second goddess's body went limp and collapsed toward the ground.

"Lian Zhibei, wait a moment! Something seems wrong!!"

Li Huowang looked toward Lian Zhibei, yet she seemed to have lost all self-awareness at this moment, offering absolutely no response.

As he watched her coil to leap over the crown of Bai Lingmiao's head once more.

A fierce look crossed Li Huowang's face; he kicked off the ground with both feet and rushed forward with a violent burst.

Li Huowang delivered a kick to her waist, sending Lian Zhibei crashing directly onto the wall.

A roar filled with fury resounded, and the white-eyed Lian Zhibei glared venomously at Li Huowang, a certain powerful oppression making it somewhat difficult for him to even breathe.

"Forgive me, some new variables have arisen here! Wake up quickly!"

Yet Li Huowang's shout proved futile; Lian Zhibei kicked off the ground with her feet and pounced straight toward him.

Li Huowang thrust his sword horizontally into his own mouth and stirred it with a violent twist.

As he fiercely drew the sword out and swung it with all his might, the bloody teeth upon the blade went tumbling to shower over Lian Zhibei, while Li Huowang gripped the Purple-Tassel Sword tightly, following close behind.

In an instant, the entire room fell into utter chaos, particularly after Li Sui joined the fray.

Once the battle commenced, it became somewhat impossible to restrain.

When Li Huowang's longsword was forced to plunge deeply into Lian Zhibei's chest, Lian Zhibei's sharp fangs also directly tore one of Li Huowang's arms away.

It was also at this moment that the incense sticks inserted into Lian Zhibei's cheeks gradually burned out, and her white eyes slowly regained their clarity.

"What happened? What on earth happened?"

Confronting the longsword Li Huowang had plunged into her chest, the severe pain across her body left her face entirely blank with bewilderment.

(End of Chapter)

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