Mystical Dominator of the Nine Heavens - Chapter 40

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Old Huo, why are the three of us so unlucky? We have to come to the Python Mountains to kill someone in this harsh and cold weather.” A slender Mystical Warrior sighed and said.

The Mystical Warrior at the front, Old Huo, had a strong and firm figure, like that of an iron tower. However, he looked evil as there was a long scar that extended from his face to his chin. He smiled bitterly when he heard his companion’s words. “We are here for the dojo. Our life depends on the dojo.”

Old Huo was one of the three instructed by Qi Xiu to raid Xu Yang’s place the other night. He was unfortunate as he was attacked by a Mystical Master from the governor’s manor. The frightening scar on his face was created by the Mystical Master with a random hit.

Qi Hong himself issued an order to kill Xu Yang this time, and he even chose Old Huo to carry out the mission. Old Huo felt uneasy and he was afraid that the last tragedy would repeat itself. After finding out that Xu Yang had left Lin Yuan City alone, he then had the courage to bring along two of his companions in the Mystical Warrior stage to the Python Mountains.

The slender Mystical Warrior sneezed and cursed, “How are we supposed to find one person in such a huge mountain? I will crush all his bones once I find the bastard, Xu Yang!”

Old Huo could not help but squeeze out a smile when he heard those words. The Young Master did not take this into consideration when he issued the order. The three of the Mystical Warriors had been searching for six to seven days but they had not found any traces of Xu Yang.

“Brother Huo, it’s better for us to return now.” The slender Mystical Warrior sighed. “It’s hard to tell whether that bastard has been eaten by a ferocious beast or he was lucky enough and has returned earlier. Think about it, how can a useless Mystical Learner be able to survive in the Python Mountains for so many days?”

Old Huo shook his head and said, “We should continue searching. It’s too early to return now. The dojo might punish us if we return right now.”

The group of three could only proceed ahead. They opened their eyes wider, searching for signs of Xu Yang in every valley, every bush and every pile of dead leaves.

“Stop!”

It was Old Huo who said that. The other two stopped and asked, “What happened, Brother Huo? Have you found something?”

Old Huo’s facial muscles twitched and he said with excitement, “Look…”

The other two looked in the direction that his finger was pointed at and saw that there were ashes of bonfires not far away. The ashes swirled as the winter wind blew.

The slender Mystical Warrior quickly rushed over and observed the ashes. He then made a conclusion, “The bonfire seems to have been set up several days ago. As far as I know, no ascetic team has entered the mountains recently. Moreover, the size of the bonfire can only be used by one person… It matches. It should be that rascal, Xu Yang, Brother Huo.”

“Everyone look alive and continue to search along this route!” Old Huo said, “The Young Master has told us that Xu Yang is not an ordinary Mystical Learner. We should be cautious.”

“That’s a bit too much, Brother Huo.” The slender Mystical Warrior laughed and said. “The three of us are Advanced Mystical Warriors. Even if Xu Yang is powerful, do you think that he is able to contend with us?”

Old Huo could not help but laugh. Indeed, the huge strength gap between a Mystical Learner and a Mystical Warrior had given them infinite confidence.

Xu Yang who was in the cave slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with gratitude.

After three days and three nights of hard work, he had finally formed the remaining three extremes’ Mystical Cores—the Wind, Water and Ice Mystical Cores.

He looked into his Star Ocean and saw eight colours of slender vortexes that were swiftly revolving. They were in their own positions and did not encroach each other’s space. Traces of pure Mystical Power flowed in the various extremes’ Mystical Veins as the Mystical Cores rotated.

‘It is said that the Mystical Core is the second heart of a Mystical Cultivator. It seems that it is true.’ Xu Yang finally realized that when he saw the eight Mystical Cores rotating. Every revolution drove the flow of the Mystical Power.

His physical strength had reached two hundred Juns at that moment. It was comparable to that of a Mystical Master.

Xu Yang experienced a great leap when he advanced from the Mystical Learner stage to that of a Mystical Warrior. He possessed Mystical Power after he had advanced as a Mystical Warrior. He could now produce Spirit Elixirs below Grade-3, refine Mystical Armors and cultivate Mystical Techniques… This meant a great deal to him as a large part of incredible Mystical Scriptures and miraculous Mystical Techniques in his mind were finally free to be cultivated.

He stood up and stretched his body. His bones made a sound that was like popping beans. Xu Yang’s body was three inches taller than before and he looked even more slender and fitter.

“I’m so hungry…” Xu Yang wanted to get some food. He suddenly found a small creature pulling at the leg of his trousers. He was stunned when he lowered his head.

Chubby Ball was happily circling his legs and was biting on his trousers from time to time.

‘I clearly remember that I set up a Dual-Extreme Array. How did this little creature come in?’ Cold sweat appeared on Xu Yang’s back. If Chubby Ball had disturbed him at the critical moment when he was forming the Mystical Cores, the consequences would be horrible. One of the possibilities would be his body exploding into bits and pieces.

Xu Yang did not pay attention to Chubby Ball but crouched down to check the condition of the Dual-Extreme Array. He was startled when he saw the array. The original runes of the array were not altered but the two traces of Light and Dark Mystical Powers used to activate the array had disappeared.

He extended two of his fingers as fast as lightning and pinched the skin on the back of Chubby Ball’s neck. He asked, “Chubby Ball, what happened to the Dual-Extreme Array? Was it you?”

Chubby Ball rolled its small eyes and shook its head desperately. Its two front paws were also swaying as if to emphasize ‘It’s not my fault.’

A bright light appeared on Xu Yang’s fingertip. There was pure Light Mystical Power fluctuating on his fingertips.

Chubby Ball stopped his act. It opened its big mouth and swallowed the trace of Light Mystical Power like it was slurping down noodles.

“That’s what happened!” Xu Yang widened his eyes. The little chubby ball was not a cub of a Demon. It was a young spirit—Devourer.

“Its body is round like a ball that can reach a diameter of hundreds of feet. Its mouth is like a deep hole and it devours the heavens and the earth.” That was the description of Devourers in the Beast Collection in the Scripture Pavilion.

Xu Yang did not think of that possibility as Chubby Ball’s body was too small. It was hard to relate with the brutal Devourers.

Xu Yang was speechless looking at the Devourer that he was lifting up with his two fingers.

Chubby Ball blinked its small eyes and grunted to show its dissatisfaction. Xu Yang would always grab it by the skin on the back of its neck, and it made it run out of breath.

Chubby Ball fell onto the ground when Xu Yang loosened his fingers. It rolled over and continued circling around Xu Yang’s leg.

‘Fortunately, Chubby Ball has intelligence. It knows that it cannot disturb me. Although he ate the Light and Dark Mystical Powers I used to set up the array, it didn’t look for food around my body.’ Xu Yang shivered. ‘Looks like I can trust this little thing.’

Xu Yang took several steps to get some dry food as pangs of hunger hit him once again.

“There’s no more dried meat? Not even dry food? Damn Chubby Ball, I’m gonna steam you alive!”

There was a huge commotion in the cave as Xu Yang chased after Chubby Ball around the cave. Finally, he successfully grabbed hold of its neck skin and placed it on his shoulder.

‘A Devourer.’ Xu Yang did not know whether it was his good luck or bad luck. The spirit cub of this sort was strong but it would take up to a thousand years to mature.