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Bang! Crack!
The dull sound of footsteps accompanied by the sound of bones breaking echoed simultaneously, followed by a sharp pain in the chest that jolted Ye Tian back to a semblance of consciousness.
In the haze, Ye Tian felt his body being lifted. The intense pain from his shattered ribs brought him back to some awareness, and he could faintly hear soft voices nearby, likely the conversation between Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti and Cold Wu, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.
Having rushed to unleash the Bagua Thunder Seal earlier, he had abandoned his defenses and was struck by the Divine Dragon's furious roar, injuring his heart meridian. In the blink of an eye, he was unable to resist the fierce backlash of the Bagua Thunder Seal; under the assault of these two powerful forces, sustaining severe injuries was inevitable.
At this moment, images of Wang Tianba, Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti, and Cold Wu flashed in his mind. Their faces bore sinister and ruthless smiles, knowing they had not received fatal blows. The Cold Family's power had waned, and the Divine Dragon Inner Pill was expelled by the Divine Dragon with its last ounce of strength, which Wang Tianba was heading to seize. As for himself, he would ultimately perish at the hands of these two men.
Moments later, Ye Tian felt his body lighten as if he were being thrown into the air. Then came a wave of heat, and his body seemed to fall into water with a hissing sound.
Water? How could it possibly be water?
A piercing pain shot through his body instantly—this pain was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a thousand times worse than the torment endured while consuming the Spiritual Pill.
The excruciating heat felt like his skin was gradually being corroded and burned away while his blood was being dried out by intense heat. Ye Tian clearly heard all his clothes turn to ashes in an instant; it was like dry grass being swept up by a raging fire, turning to dust in a blink.
Then came the sensation of his skin becoming increasingly dry and tight amidst the intense pain, as if countless ants were gnawing at him—yet this pain was magnified a thousandfold.
"Am I going to die...?"
Ye Tian felt surprisingly calm, though this wasn't his true intention. He wished to fall into a deep sleep, but his eyes could not fully close. He could clearly feel the pain coursing through his entire body and sensed that the wind had picked up—it was a northern wind. The breeze stirred, carrying with it the scent of charred flesh mixed with a hint of sweetness.
The sweetness must have come from the Wolf King's Inner Dan being incinerated by high temperatures. In this state of half-consciousness and confusion, Ye Tian couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
He recalled the process and purpose of seeking out the inner dan; ultimately, it all circled back to an unshakeable obsession: the Cold Family had not escaped their calamity.
Thinking of the Cold Family naturally led him to think of Cold Frost. With the destruction of the Cold Family, what would happen to Cold Frost? A delicate woman—would Wang Tianba let her go...?
The answer is affirmative, no way!
After Wang Tianba obtained the Divine Dragon Inner Pill, anyone from the Cold Family, even if they do not share the Cold surname, cannot escape death. Moreover, Xiaoshuang is the daughter of Cold Boyuan and the partner of Ye Tian...
“Xiaoshuang...”
Ye Tian softly called out her name, but it was unclear whether any sound escaped his lips.
“Damn it! This little brat is still talking? Still has some consciousness?”
“Heh heh, isn’t it better to have consciousness? Which is more painful, being burned to death instantly or slowly?”
“Hahaha, Brother Xu’s words hit the nail on the head! Torture to death...”
“Shh, there are people over there!”
“Where?”
“The newcomers are not weak, and there are quite a few of them. Let’s go!”
Rustling sounds...
Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti and Cold Wu's footsteps quickly faded away. After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard again, coming closer. Indeed, there were many people—around fifty or sixty.
“Boss, it seems there’s a dead body up ahead!” A somewhat sharp voice rang out.
“Go take a look.” The voice was somewhat aged but carried a sense of authority.
The footsteps drew closer, followed by the sound of gasping in surprise.
Knock, knock, knock...
When that person returned, it was clear he was running back. Faintly, Ye Tian heard his report.
"It’s a dried corpse, but it seems not to be dead yet!"
"How can it be called a dried corpse if it's not dead!" The authoritative voice rang out again, followed by a large group approaching.
Then there was a brief silence, presumably as they were assessing Ye Tian in the pool of blood.
"Don't mind it, Peel Dragon Scales! Extract the inner core!" After issuing the command, the authoritative voice paused as if probing for something. Moments later, he continued, "Act quickly; they are already coming!"
"Understood!" Dozens of voices responded in unison, followed by the sound of blades being drawn and then the sound of cutting. They were likely in the process of extracting the so-called Peel Dragon Scales' inner core.
"Ah!" A scream pierced the air, and then someone fell into the pool of blood. The hot Dragon Blood surged up, clearly indicating that the person was struggling desperately, but after a moment, there was no more sound.
"Everyone be careful; this Crimson Dragon Golden Blood is extremely fiery. Don't think that you mere mortals can withstand it; even a Celestial Level beast would be burned to death in an instant..." The authoritative voice paused here, and then a powerful force surged towards Ye Tian, but he could no longer feel any pain.
"Huh?" The authoritative voice was filled with confusion.
"Big brother, could it be the Five Element Profound Body?" someone asked, their voice neither high nor low, neither heavy nor light, making it impossible to discern their age.
"Impossible. If it were the Five Element Profound Body, it would never have been burned to white bones," the authoritative voice pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Indeed," the other person agreed.
"It could be Jujutsu," the authoritative voice speculated again after some thought. He paused and added, "This person should not be completely dead yet. If it really is Jujutsu, even Crimson Dragon Golden Blood would take at least three days to burn away his bones. Heh heh, Jujutsu is miraculous but adds three days of torment."
"If Jujutsu is of no use to us," that person scoffed dismissively, seemingly only concerned with what was beneficial to them.
"Would we still be alive if it were the Five Element Profound Body?" the Majestic Man retorted self-deprecatingly.
"Heh, indeed..."
The two exchanged bitter smiles.
After that, there was a long period of silence. Silence for humans, but the knives stripping the Dragon Scales and inner elixirs did not stop, the grinding sound was quite grating.
At this point, Ye Tian had no idea whether he was dead or alive. From what the previous person had said, he had already turned to bones but had not completely died. So why did he still have consciousness? If he were just bones, where would his consciousness come from? If his brain had melted away, how could he still possess awareness?
"Could it be that I've become a ghost?" Ye Tianxin thought to himself. There are many legends about ghosts in the world; if one dies and their Divine Consciousness does not disperse, what else could that be but a ghost...
"Dead yet with Divine Consciousness not dispersed?!" At this thought, Ye Tian suddenly recalled someone—his mother, Yu Xiaorong.
"The Five Element Profound Body! It must be the Five Element Profound Body! My mother once said that Jujutsu is a prerequisite for the Five Element Profound Body, and judging by what that person just said, there might really be such a possibility!" Ye Tianxin felt extremely invigorated as he saw a glimmer of hope.
Splash...
The sound of something falling into water echoed...
"Are you blind while working?!" A furious shout rang out almost simultaneously.
"Spare me, spare me... ah..." followed by the sounds of someone falling into the water and being burned by the scorching Dragon Blood.
"Pay attention, you worthless bunch! Your lives combined aren't worth a single Dragon Scale!" The person who shouted earlier cursed loudly.
"Forget it." The Majestic Man remained quite calm.
"Boss, that's five scales! If we find a good Refiner, we could forge a set of Dragon Scales armor!" The angry person spoke with great regret.
"What's the use of lamenting? The Dragon Scales have sunk into the Dragon Blood; can you retrieve them?" The Majestic Man sounded somewhat impatient.
"Yes, yes..." the man replied submissively, and then fell silent.
After a while, silence enveloped them again. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Boss, this Divine Dragon doesn't have an inner core!"
"Hmm? Impossible, search carefully," the Majestic Man said in surprise. The term "search" was quite fitting; this Divine Dragon was over a thousand feet long, and the inner core could be in the Seven-Inch Divine Palace or in the Dantian. Both areas were nearly as large as a thatched cottage.
His subordinates responded in unison and continued searching for a while. Eventually, someone reported, "Boss, there really isn't one!"
Huff!
The Majestic Man stopped speaking; the sound of breaking air indicated that he had gone to investigate personally.
Moments later, the sound of breaking air echoed again, and someone anxiously asked, "Boss, what’s the situation?"
The Majestic Man pondered for a moment and said, "The Divine Dragon must have transformed its inner core at the moment of death."
"Sigh..." The others felt quite disheartened upon hearing this.
"Well then, how many Dragon Scales did we collect?" The Majestic Man was a decisive person; the absence of the Divine Dragon Inner Pill did not make him show any signs of disappointment.
"Seven hundred thirty-five pieces," someone answered.
"Let's go, prepare to return," the Majestic Man ordered.
"Boss, dragon tendons and dragon meat are both good things..."
"We don't have enough time; a large group is approaching from a hundred miles away," the Majestic Man said with a serious tone.
"Boss, are they from the Spirit Sect or the Martial Sovereign?" the person asked in shock.
"I don't know, but they are definitely stronger than us. We should retreat quickly," Majestic Man replied decisively.
The person acknowledged and then shouted, "Return quickly!"
"Understood!" everyone responded in unison.
Moments later, the sound of footsteps began to echo, quick in frequency but not chaotic, clearly organized in their movements.
After this group left, it was hard to tell how long it had been when the sound of footsteps returned once more.
This time, the footsteps were more chaotic, and there were likely hundreds of people arriving here, circling for a moment before leaving again.
From their conversation, Ye Tian learned that they left in a hurry because they saw that even the Dragon Scales had been completely stripped away, believing there was no profit to be gained and thus departed in disappointment.
After the crowd left again, it was hard to tell how much time passed before the surroundings fell completely silent. This silence was genuine; even human voices had ceased to exist.
"Three days..." During this period of silence, Ye Tianxin felt something peculiar that could not be described in words. By this moment, he had already grown accustomed to the excruciating pain that gnawed at his bones and heart. The only concept left in his mind was three days—information he had received from earlier conversations indicating that he would be reduced to nothing within three days.
To the readers:
At this point, the first volume is almost at its end. There are no chapter divisions for this story, so I can only tell you here that this volume is titled Fortune and Misfortune Depend on Each Other. It has been slow to build up, but the real golden finger is about to appear—600,000 words of golden finger throughout the text. Even I am amazed.
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