NFBE Chapter 75 The Fuel-Consuming Red Cloud
Chapter 75 The Fuel-Consuming Red Cloud
In an endless sea of blood.
The old man floating above them, his brows furrowed, addressed the Taoist priest:
"Zhen Yuanzi! Could it be that you couldn't find the Kunpeng, so you've come here to vent your anger on me?"
"In vain! You cannot kill me, the sea of blood will never dry up, and the River Styx will never die."
Zhen Yuanzi, holding the Earth Book, his orange Taoist robe gleaming even more arrogantly amidst the stench of the wind, coldly snorted and replied:
"So what if you can't kill me? As if I could kill you!"
Yang Jiao listened in stunned silence.
He murmured to himself:
"The Styx River, Zhen Yuanzi..."
"No wonder one of them was calling for people to come up, and the other was calling for people to go down."
"The Styx River has deep roots, but it failed to become a saint only because it lacked the foundation of the Great Dao, the Primordial Purple Qi. However, it has cultivated 480 million Blood God Child clones. As long as the Blood Sea does not dry up, it will not die."
"As for Zhen Yuanzi, he possesses the Earth Book, one of the three innate books. As long as he stands on the ground, it's like he has a shield. With the earth's energy protecting him, who can move him?"
She had just finished analyzing the two when she heard Zhen Yuanzi point to the River Styx again and say:
"Don't mention Kunpeng, he can't hide forever! One day I will tear him to pieces to avenge Hongyun."
And yet you killed Hongyun when his last wisp of soul came to reincarnate!
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Styx's face. He thought to himself, "Who made everyone think that the last wisp of Primordial Purple Qi was on Hongyun? If I don't kill him to seize the Purple Qi, who should I kill?"
As they talked, the two got into a fight again.
Yang Jiao felt that even though she was quite far away, she was still affected.
After groaning and hiding for a while, she muttered to herself, feeling wronged:
"When gods fight, mortals suffer!"
After saying that, Zhen Yuanzi swung his palm onto the sea of blood, and waves surged up like a tsunami.
It looked like Yang Jiao was about to be dragged into it.
Before she could think, a red cloud rose beneath her feet, allowing her to escape through the narrow crevice, bypassing the blood wave.
That striking crimson hue resembled a shooting star streaking across the sea of blood.
Yang Jiao, amidst the crimson clouds, felt as if she had boarded a spaceship. It was so fast, so incredibly fast, that the wind had even messed up her hair. She cried out:
"System, you didn't tell me this red cloud would be so fast?"
The space itself is about to be torn apart!
Is this the speed at which the first cloud born from the heavens and earth, the Red Cloud Daoist, could escape?
In comparison, the speed of her Cold Jade Staff was far inferior to that of the Red Cloud Technique, like a bicycle competing with a high-speed train.
However, at the same time, she also felt her magical power being rapidly depleted.
"Ugh, this cloud is consuming so much fuel!"
I just wanted to sneak away, but it all turned out like I flew away on a rocket right in front of everyone.
Such a glaring splash of red!
That unparalleled speed!
It tore through the sea of blood.
It was impossible not to attract Zhen Yuanzi and Styx.
"That is……"
When Zhen Yuanzi caught a glimpse of that red, he was instantly struck dumb!
Then, scenes from the primordial era with his friend appeared before his eyes, finally transforming into a scene of him witnessing his friend's soul being scattered.
At this moment, I see my friend's red cloud appear here.
His body was trembling. He paused, looked in that direction, got up, and chased after them, saying in disbelief:
"Is it really... Hongyun?"
The Styx River looked as if it had seen a ghost. If it hadn't personally used the Abi and Yuantu swords to kill the last trace of Hongyun's soul, it would have thought it was a hallucination.
His face trembled, and he gritted his teeth, saying:
"No, that's impossible. I killed Hongyun with my own hands."
Yang Jiao rode a crimson cloud to the edge of the sea of blood. As her vision returned to normal, she heard a voice behind her:
"Don't go!"
She shouted:
"I didn't want to, but I couldn't stop myself!!!"
Hearing Zhen Yuanzi's words, her heart trembled.
Zhen Yuanzi was known for his bad temper. If he saw that he was stepping on the cloud of his former friend Hongyun, wouldn't he kill him?
The red clouds are fast.
But Zhen Yuanzi was a true quasi-saint, and his own magical power couldn't support the little red cloud beneath his feet for very long!
Immediately,
Yang Jiao didn't dare to delay. She took out the red embroidered ball in her hand and tore off the tassel without hesitation.
"Your Majesty, save me!!"
call out.
The person disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, Zhen Yuanzi appeared here.
Staring at the red cloud that suddenly vanished before his eyes, Zhen Yuanzi stood frozen in place, his raised hand remaining raised for a long time, his emotions running high:
"That cloud, yes, it's my friend's cloud-riding technique! Unique in the primordial world! My friend is still alive?!"
……
All around me seemed to be flowing light, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already in the Nuwa Palace.
Yang Jiao, still shaken, patted her chest and huddled beside the statue of Nuwa, hugging her own frail self, comforting herself:
"That was close! We almost got caught by Zhen Yuanzi."
She squatted down, reached out a small hand and touched the statue's skirt, immediately leaving five finger marks on it.
Seeing this, Yang Jiao wiped it with her sleeve.
As he was wiping, a flash of inspiration appeared behind him.
A voice called out:
"Jiao'er".
Upon hearing the voice of the goddess Nuwa, Yang Jiao happily stood up and ran towards her to report the good news:
"Your Majesty, the Nuwa's Salvation Scripture has been engraved on the shore of the Blood Sea. It rotates daily, and the scriptures will deliver the souls of the dead. It is much more efficient than reciting it over and over again."
Nuwa seemed to have known all along.
He gently ruffled Yang Jiao's hair with his palm, then knelt down to be at eye level with her and said:
“You did a great job. You not only relieved one of my worries, but the other emperors in the Fire Cloud Cave also praised you highly, especially Xuanyuan, who had a very high opinion of you.”
"The Yellow Emperor..."
Yang Jiao felt her heart pounding wildly.
Was it the Yellow Emperor?
The First Ancient Emperor of China!
Nuwa, assuming she didn't know who it was, smiled and said:
"The Three Sovereigns are not allowed to leave the Fire Cloud Cave, but they are moved by your actions. If you have nothing to do these next few days, you can go to the Xuanyuan Temple. Perhaps he can give you some small gifts."
The implication is that with the sage's favor, there might be unexpected good fortune!
Yang Jiao, being perceptive, immediately revealed to the Empress the fact that one could obtain the Breath Soil by converting the dead, and said:
"I only got a small handful, Your Majesty, you don't need to give me another portion."
Nuwa raised an eyebrow; she was not one to fuss over such things.
A faint glint flashed in her palm, and a mass of spiritual soil, even purer than the dust particles obtained from the souls converted from the sea of blood, appeared on it.
She pushed her hand towards Yang Jiao and said:
"One is one, two is two. I will naturally keep my promise. In addition, I promised to owe you something, and you can come to me at any time to make it up to me."
The fact that Goddess Nuwa has spoken to this extent is enough to prove that she will do whatever she asks in the future, even if the Heavenly Court discovers their existence and asks her to protect them.
Yang Jiao felt that this honor was too great.
I felt somewhat apprehensive.
He had only achieved this effect through opportunism and by having Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva intervene, yet not only did the Goddess Nuwa value him so much, but it also attracted the attention of the Yellow Emperor.
What have I done to deserve this?
Yang Jiao accepted the Breath Soil with trembling hands, feeling the plate behind her growing larger and larger.
It seems like everyone is better than her cheap uncle.
When he comes to kill his whole family, will he be grabbed by the collar and slapped across the face by these big shots?
There were many people offering incense in front of the Nuwa Goddess Temple, so the two could not talk for too long. After explaining the matter of salvation, Yang Jiao took his leave.
She originally had a mission to repair the Water Curtain Cave for the Monkey King, but now it seems she has to go to the Xuanyuan Temple to offer incense first.
As Yang Jiao stepped out of the Nuwa Palace, a patch of red cloud appeared beneath her feet, startling her.
He jumped down immediately.
"Go back, go back. You can't just come out like that if there's nothing wrong. Besides, you're too energy-consuming. My little magic power can't keep up with you!"
The key issue is that it easily attracts hatred.
As everyone knows, Hongyun traveled through the primordial world during his lifetime and, by chance, obtained the last wisp of primordial purple energy.
It was for this reason that Hongyun was besieged and killed.
Now, like Hongyun, I have also obtained that Primordial Purple Qi from back then, and now I also have Hongyun's escape technique.
Mom!
The scripts are all the same!
What if one day everyone gangs up on me and beats me up?
"Go back quickly, don't expose me!"
Only after the red cloud disappeared did Yang Jiao take the jade branch out of her ear.
I'm relieved that this old buddy is almost retired, but I still think a stick is the safest bet.
Although the red cloud flew faster than the stick, the price was that it also meant losing one's life quickly.
Yang Jiao then sat on the jade branch and headed to the Xuanyuan Temple.