Chapter 66: Hangzhou Part 2

Xiang Xian snapped his fingers, producing a spark, and said, “I was born with a Pure Yang Body. Perhaps this is our fated bond. After rebirth, the phoenix lost all memories and became A Huang, who couldn’t explain clearly. So over these years, we accompanied each other without knowing what had happened back then.”

Chaosheng immediately understood and said, “So A Huang’s pulse wheel actually consists of the phoenix’s soul plus your soul! And on you, it resonated, granting you power!”

“Yes.” Xiang Xian nodded. “The phoenix’s remaining two souls were refined by King Mu—that’s the Demonic Phoenix by his side.”

Xiao Kun said, “But King Mu still isn’t satisfied and wants to reclaim this final soul.”

Xiang Xian didn’t speak, lowering his head to eat the plain noodles in his bowl. He gestured to Wu Yingzong, who hurriedly added a little more for him.

Chaosheng paused his movements and said incredulously, “Back then, what Zhou Wang was refining in the cauldron was it?”

“Yes.” Xiang Xian’s eyes reddened. “It struggled and resisted the whole time, unwilling to sink into depravity.”

“It’ll be fine,” Baoyin said, placing a hand on Xiang Xian’s shoulder. “We’ll definitely save it.”

Xiao Kun asked, “What happened after? Was the refinement successful?”

Xiang Xian said, “When A Huang accepted the demonic fire’s forging, it returned the soul it had taken to me. Once the soul returned, I could finally fully wield the Wisdom Sword and defeated Mr. Zhao. As for the rest…”

Xiang Xian had wanted to say “the rest, I don’t want to talk about,” since recalling A Huang’s departure pained him greatly. But with everyone watching, he had to continue.

“Later, Zhou Wang died, and A Huang’s own soul was devoured, leading to complete demonization. It burst out of the Qingyu Golden Chalice, damaging this magic treasure,” Xiang Xian rallied his spirits and said. “It flew away, irretrievable. Just like that. Some noodle soup, Old Wu.”

The group fell silent again. Xiao Kun said, “We’ll find it for sure. The phoenix is immortal. Even if demonized, there’s hope to awaken it.”

Xiang Xian said, “We’ll have to face off against King Mu sooner or later. This is also… good news, I suppose. Now, when I use the Wisdom Sword, I won’t lose consciousness anymore.”

This was a blessing amid misfortune. Xiao Kun thought that with the Wisdom Sword fully unleashed, they had a good chance against King Mu.

After careful thought, Xiang Xian explained, “That day in Mu Qingshan’s dream, I saw the moment we faced the Demon King in the final battle.”

“The Heavenly Demon was born?” Chaosheng asked.

“No.” Xiang Xian said, “The enemy was only King Mu. As long as I can unleash the Wisdom Sword’s full power, killing King Mu isn’t difficult.”

“So every time you draw the Wisdom Sword, you enter the Burning God State because you’re missing a soul?” Chaosheng thought for a moment and said. “The moment the final soul fragment returns to you, you’ll be able to fully activate the Immovable Wisdom King Descent.”

“Exactly.” Xiang Xian replied seriously. “With the Wisdom Sword at full power, the Demon King isn’t hard to deal with now.”

King Mu was far from “not hard to deal with,” especially since they hadn’t fully or formally clashed with the exorcists yet. Their knowledge of him was incomplete—they only knew he wielded a Demon Spear formed from black qi and had many peculiar magic treasures collected through time.

But Xiang Xian was confident he could break him, for the Wisdom Sword was the bane of the Demon Race. Under the premise of summoning the Immovable Wisdom King Descent, no demon could face the divine wrath head-on.

After all, it was a god. No matter how formidable King Mu was, before becoming the Heavenly Demon, he was merely a human cultivator who had attained the dao.

“Unless King Mu absorbs all the demonic qi and undergoes Heavenly Demon Reincarnation,” Xiang Xian explained. “That would be a different story.”

In the current situation, as long as they found his hiding place before he successfully reincarnated into the Heavenly Demon, Xiang Xian was confident he could kill him.

Xiao Kun: “Can you still sense where A Huang is?”

Xiang Xian’s expression darkened, and he shook his head.

Mu Qingshan and Chaosheng exchanged glances. Wu Yingzong signaled that they shouldn’t discuss it further now—since it was so important to Xiang Xian, they could talk slowly once he calmed down.

After nightfall, the rain grew heavier, and the lake water rose again. Yuezhou City began rebuilding the embankments to prevent a second flood. On the third floor of Yueyang Tower, the exorcists lay down where they were. By the next morning, the downpour continued, and the world remained shrouded in darkness.

“We have to go. Get up.” Xiao Kun woke his companions one by one. Xiang Xian rubbed his eyes a few times and looked outside.

They stood in front of Yueyang Tower, facing the seemingly endless torrential rain. Xiang Xian asked, “Can you manage?”

“Of course!” Xiao Kun said. “Switch with you if I can’t!”

“Why is the rain still so heavy?” Baoyin was drenched through.

Chaosheng said, “Senior Yuzhou came once and dispersed the clouds, but the Gun Demon swallowed too much water. I guess it’s raining everywhere now.”

Wu Yingzong: “Did he go back?”

Chaosheng: “Probably!”

Xiao Kun activated the Dragon Soaring Jade. A golden dragon appeared, carrying everyone through the storm and thunder, ascending into the sky. Under the pitch-black canopy, they left Dongting Lake. Xiang Xian turned to look down, seeing Dongting Lake and Junshan like a magnificent painting in the misty rain. The higher they flew, the more dazzling the lightning rolling in the clouds.

“Are we going through the thunderclouds?” Hulü Guang shouted. “It’s thundering! Be careful!”