Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 755 - 732 Flame People (1/3)

"I was asleep; I know nothing!" the Fire Divine Furnace answered evasively.

Now that Zhou Heng no longer had that rune, it wasn’t afraid of him at all.

"Are you from the Bright Realm? Was it a pharmacist from the Bright Realm who turned you into a pill furnace, wasn’t it?" Zhou Heng continued to inquire.

"My spiritual wisdom hasn’t fully awakened; how could I remember so much stuff? My head is stuffed with pill recipes, that’s why I need to constantly devour exotic fires; otherwise, why would I bother?" the Fire Divine Furnace complained.

"Do you really not know?" Zhou Heng asked, full of doubt.

"May whoever knows have a son without an asshole!" the Fire Divine Furnace cursed.

"Nonsense, you can’t even have a son!" Zhou Heng sneered, but he started to believe the furnace—it hadn’t yet fully developed its spiritual wisdom; otherwise, it wouldn’t long so desperately for exotic fires.

Everyone in the Three Realms—Zhou Heng had heard of this phrase before but only thought of it as a general term. Now it seemed...the ancients did not deceive me!

The Mortal Realm, the Immortal Realm, the Bright Realm—they are the Three Realms!

The collapse of the Immortal Realm back then must have been due to a great war amongst the Big Shots of the Bright Realm. As the saying goes, when immortals battle, the mortals suffer; the Immortal Realm fell into such misfortune! And the founding of the Forty-Nine Immortal City wasn’t the handiwork of the Immortal Realm, but rather that of a Big Shot from the Bright Realm.

After returning, he must have a good talk with Dongguo Heng.

"Xinzhu, give me the Red Lotus Heavenly Scripture for a look!" Zhou Heng set aside all his doubts for now. There was a heavenly scripture, and it was from the Bright Realm right in front of his eyes—how could he miss out!

"Could you not be so disgusting?" Bing Xinzhu felt goosebumps all over her body.

"You’re not ugly; how could calling you by your name be disgusting?" Zhou Heng laughed, deliberately steering the conversation off-topic.

Bing Xinzhu came to understand that reasoning with Zhou Heng was futile. Shaking her head, she said, "The heavenly scripture was borrowed from my master, and without my master’s permission, I can’t show it to anyone!"

Zhou Heng hesitated slightly but then dismissed the idea of pressing her further.

—As the saying goes, a persistent suitor can wear down a lady’s resistance. If he really persisted to the point of no return, or even cooked the raw rice, he wasn’t afraid that Bing Xinzhu wouldn’t be utterly devoted and willingly hand over the Red Lotus Heavenly Scripture.

But there’s a limit to how far one can go as a person, and what Bing Xinzhu was standing by was something he respected.

So, he decided to back off for now. After all, he didn’t think this little girl could escape him. When the day came to marry her, he would just have the Taiyi Sect Master offer the Red Lotus Heavenly Scripture as a dowry.

Moreover, his realm wasn’t sufficient, and he might not be able to cultivate the Bright Realm Heavenly Scripture—for instance, the rune given by Huo Tian could only be triggered when attacked, utterly beyond his control.

Bing Xinzhu could cultivate the heavenly scripture because she had received personal instruction from the Taiyi Sect Master, who came from the Bright Realm.

"Let’s rest a bit, and continue our journey early tomorrow morning!" Zhou Heng waved his hand and authoritatively gave the order.

Bing Xinzhu rolled her eyes. How could she rest when he held her like this? Oddly enough, though she thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, the strong masculine scent from Zhou Heng was strangely calming, and she actually dozed off in a daze.

However, Zhou Heng’s heart was filled with a thousand thoughts. He had thought that he was nearing the pinnacle of the world and would be able to understand all the unknown secrets, but now, mist seemed to enshroud everything again.

Wang Youyue and Old Swindler—were they obeying the same power, searching for the Heavenly Mysterious Spirit Crystal in both realms? And what on earth was the Heavenly Mysterious Spirit Crystal? Why did it exist in both the Mortal Realm and the Immortal Realm?

And the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion!

The pursuit of a master by the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion of the Immortal Realm, considering its scale, definitely means their real master was a Big Shot from the Bright Realm. Could it be one of the participants in the ancient war?

Huo Tian has always disliked the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. From this point, a clue could be seen—could that powerful being be Huo Tian’s archenemy?

The more he knew, the more mysteries seemed to emerge!

The night passed and Zhou Heng and Bing Xinzhu continued on their way.

The Thousand Python Immortal Monarch’s whereabouts were unknown as they traveled through land filled with fierce flames reaching for the sky, the bare mountains adorned only with disorderly sharp rocks like a hedgehog’s bristles.

"At least half of the plants growing here are spirit grasses; the odds are much higher than in the outside world!" Bing Xinzhu commented.

"With all the spirit grass growing in your Lotus Garden, why would you need to come here?" When mentioning her Lotus Garden, Zhou Heng couldn’t help but salivate; it grew several plants of spirit grass of the holy medicine grade, which were absolute tonics even if consumed raw.

"Those spirit grasses haven’t matured yet!" Bing Xinzhu replied.

Her master and she had only descended to the Immortal Realm for two thousand years, which was indeed insignificant compared to the maturation time for spirit grasses.

Zhou Heng chuckled, having already consumed two Fire Element Beads before, while Bing Xinzhu became his scapegoat. He looked around and said, "This barren place should make it relatively easy to find spirit grass."

"Not necessarily; some spirit grasses grow underground!"

They released their Divine Sense as they went, searching for spirit grasses, which also were living beings and emitted unique vibrations. However, the flames that soared into the sky here significantly affected the range and clarity of their Divine Sense, making finding spirit grass in this place no easy feat.

After some thought, Zhou Heng decided to call on Black Sword, the lofty ’Lord’.

The Black Sword was a Treasure Artifact of the Bright Realm and an absolute top-tier treasure at that. The Heavenly Scriptures of the Immortal Realm certainly couldn’t affect it! However, this treasure was rather picky, always only actively responding to things of a higher level than Zhou Heng.

To make it sense a "lower-level" treasure, Zhou Heng would have to exert pressure on it.

In truth, calling it pressure was an exaggeration as Zhou Heng was nowhere near qualified to pose a threat to the Black Sword. Rather than applying pressure, it would be more accurate to say he was bothering it—bothering it to the point where the "master" couldn’t stand it any longer, and it would tremble slightly, pointing in one direction.

This was a treasure-rich land that even contained Holy Medicine, and the native population here was extremely sparse. The probability of sacred medicine maturing and appearing in this world was incredibly high, offering the best opportunity for Zhou Heng to enhance his own strength!

Following the guidance of the Black Sword, Zhou Heng set off with Bing Xinzhu.

"What kind of route are you taking me on?" Bing Xinzhu had no idea that the Black Sword possessed such a capability.

"Don’t you want to look for Holy Medicine? If you do, just follow me. What, you think I’m going to sell you out?"

The two walked side by side. Bing Xinzhu had no choice but to cooperate; otherwise, Zhou Heng would end up carrying her. Better to be obedient, she thought. In her heart, she cursed Zhou Heng from head to toe. What kind of unreasonable man was he!

Yet compared to Gongyang Taisun, Bing Xinzhu found her feelings toward Zhou Heng were entirely different. She didn’t feel the intrinsic revulsion toward Zhou Heng that she did upon seeing Gongyang Taisun; her feelings for Zhou Heng were complex and myriad.

Half a day later, they arrived at a dry and parched sea.

The sea now looked like a massive pit, revealing a deep and broad depression. The Black Sword pointed toward the depths of what was once the sea.

"Let’s go!" Zhou Heng grabbed Bing Xinzhu and broke into a run.

The seabed had been burnt into granules of sand by flames. Stepping too hard could cause one to sink right in. The gravity here was exceedingly strong; without sufficiently hard ground to support them, Zhou Heng and Bing Xinzhu had to use their Spiritual Power to counteract the sinking force. Otherwise, their speed would be incredibly slow.

As a result, the consumption of their Spiritual Power increased greatly. After traveling for a day, both of them sat down to rest, to recover their Spiritual Power as quickly as possible. In this strange and dangerous world, it was imperative to maintain their condition at its peak.

"What kind of route are you taking me on?" Bing Xinzhu could no longer hold back after a few days and asked again.

"Of course, it’s the broad and direct road that leads to Holy Medicine and Treasure Artifacts!" Zhou Heng said. He didn’t know whether the Black Sword was pointing toward Spirit Grass or an Immortal Artifact, but he figured that Spirit Grass was more likely, given that a Heavenly Scripture had already appeared here, making the nurturing of another Treasure Artifact highly unlikely. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"I hope so!" Bing Xinzhu was already on the thief’s ship; it was a bit too late to turn back now.

"Don’t worry, I won’t deceive you!"

"Why do I feel like I have already been deceived?"

"That must be your illusion!"

"Your skin isn’t just ordinarily thick!"

"Ha ha, hmm, be quiet!" Zhou Heng suddenly made a shushing gesture to Bing Xinzhu and switched to communicating with Divine Sense.

"What did you discover?" Bing Xinzhu also communicated back with Divine Sense.

"Nothing!"

"Then why the—" Bing Xinzhu suddenly realized, Zhou Heng was messing with her. Her pretty face tensed, and raising her dainty foot, she stepped towards Zhou Heng.

"Ouch, you’re going to break my foot!" Zhou Heng deliberately cried out loud.

"Just keep pretending!" Bing Xinzhu was annoyed.

"Shh!" Zhou Heng made another shushing gesture.

"You’re thinking of—mmh—" Before she could finish her sentence, Bing Xinzhu’s mouth was covered by Zhou Heng’s hand.

In front of them, several peculiar individuals had appeared.

These were three Flame People, their stature similar to that of normal humans, but their hair was made up of strands of flames. Their eyes also flickered with crimson fire, their bodies nearly transparent, revealing the lack of internal organs within—only a blue flame.

They seemed to have no weight and did not display any Spiritual Power flowing; their bodies floated above the quicksand.

"Have you seen these kinds of people before?" Zhou Heng asked Bing Xinzhu through Divine Sense.

"No. Humans are known to be of thousands of races. There are just too many kinds, but they should be classified as Elemental Humans, with attributes of flame," Bing Xinzhu replied through Divine Sense.

Zhou Heng nodded. These Flame People were likely similar to the members of the Gold Devouring Clan, who were more or less Metallic People. This was why he was originally reluctant to allow the bloodline of the Gold Devouring Clan to change him.

The power of these three Flame People was not strong; with two Sunshine Sovereigns and one Sunshine Emperor, either Zhou Heng or Bing Xinzhu could have easily killed them instantly. However, neither of them made a move, instead choosing to completely hide their own aura and follow behind these Flame People.

They traveled until sunset, when they came upon a gorge.

What should have been a sea channel had now become a gorge, filled with numerous thick stones and much more solid ground, finally offering Zhou Heng and Bing Xinzhu the feeling of standing on solid earth.

After walking a little further, they saw a vast plain ahead, and at least a few hundred Flame People were gathered in the middle of the valley, worshiping and bowing to a stone pillar. Next to the stone pillar grew a vine that climbed to the top, bearing three red fruits that glowed with the light of flames. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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