Chapter 47: The Battle Goes Well?

Chu Huaizhou shot Bai Li a glance, cementing her role as the sect’s mascot.
Can’t expect much from a silly kid.
No time to dwell, he urged her to lead him to the sect’s meeting hall where the vice sect master usually presided.
He’d have them activate the teleportation array to Hanyuan Dynasty, then rush to the Bone-Corrupting Nether River.
The issue of reaching Qingqiu and Baiqian was solved, but another problem lingered.
He had no eighth-grade healing pills.
Asking Bai Li, she said her eighth-grade pills—strategic treasures—were in his ring.
She only carried sixth-grade ones, and eighth-grade pills could only restore his Tribulation-stage power briefly.
Would sixth-grade work? He wasn’t sure…
Ask the vice sect master? Beyond the time-consuming approvals, why would a sword-slaying legend need an eighth-grade pill for a demon?
He couldn’t risk exposing his weakened state—there might be spies from other sects.
Sending disciples to cross realms to fight was already suspicious; requesting a rare pill would spark rumors.
Another option: rely on the ring’s one-time near-death recovery.
As an Upper Realm treasure, its healing should be potent, right?
No use overthinking—he’d go and assess.

Leng Qingqiu stepped forward, ice crystals spreading, forming frigid pillars that pierced outward.
Calamity Plague Emperor’s soldier calamity aura barely spread before freezing into suspended black clusters.
Unfazed, he raised a withered hand, summoning countless puppets from the swamp.
As they broke the ice, the sealed aura stirred, merging with Leng Qingqiu’s ice to form armor on the puppets.
She snorted, raising her low-grade immortal treasure, Starfall Dragon Abyss.
Before the sword moved, its chill tore space.
A sky-spanning sword light slashed down, freezing thousands of puppets into statues that shattered in the wind.
Xia Baiqian stood on the ice, fingers dancing like butterflies, her gu swarming, devouring all life force.
The demon’s plague mist rose but was shredded by her gu, denying him recovery.
A two-on-one domination!

Damn it!
Sealed too long, riddled with hidden injuries, he’d only regained half his strength.
He wouldn’t be so suppressed by these juniors otherwise!
But…
He grinned wickedly. His soldier calamity dao let him grow stronger through battle.
This intensity was perfect—minor wounds, some energy loss, but his power was recovering fast, faster than devouring life essence earlier.
The watching sect masters saw it all.
With greater cultivation and insight, they knew Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian held the advantage now, but if the fight dragged on, the demon’s recovery could shift the tide.
The monk’s expression stayed calm, calculating when to intervene—he couldn’t let the demon reach full strength.
Rumors of Chu’s issues swirled in his mind.
After this, I’ll use the immortal secret realm’s opening to probe him.
The Phantom Beast master, stroking his purple-gold hou, mused.
Radish, my temper!
Chu’s disciples were struggling—would he really let them handle this alone?
Something’s off… but I’m not sure.
Chu’s calm, immortal-like demeanor always neutralized crises effortlessly.
The other two masters were distracted.
The armored Pocang sect master, looking weary, pressed the seated woman.
“Wan’er! Doesn’t your sect resent Chu too? What’s with that tone?”
Song Yiwan, the Taixuan sect master, gave a bitter smile, casting a green light over him.
“Brother Lu, don’t misunderstand. I just… admire Sect Master Chu.”
Her flushed cheeks hinted at more than admiration.

Chu Huaizhou sneezed midair.
Bai Li, carrying him in flight, fretted.
“Human, you okay? Sick? We’re counting on you there!”
Chu Huaizhou: “I’m fine, just an itchy nose.”
After teleporting to Hanyuan Dynasty’s palace, they sped toward the Bone-Corrupting Nether River.
Bai Li, mimicking his past dao charm, cloaked herself in Tribulation-stage pressure—an feat only she, a master of illusion with specialized bloodline talent, could pull off.
No one else could fake Tribulation-stage aura at Great Vehicle.
Gazing at the distant horizon, still far from the target, Chu Huaizhou sensed nothing but had a nagging feeling.
Calamity Plague Emperor, a top game boss, might have twists in this “final run.”
He recalled the eerie red-robed monsters at the auction, unseen in the game.
The dao charm that injured Qingqiu was bizarre—her charm was icy and mysterious; the red-robed figure’s was mad, twisted, unnatural.
No such “dao” existed in the game.
He hoped the demon wasn’t linked to that thing.

Leng Qingqiu’s phoenix eyes narrowed, her wrist flicking. Her sword light sliced space, spawning hundreds of rifts above the demon.
The light struck through each rift, every slash equal in power.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Wounds riddled Calamity Plague Emperor, five of his seven twisted horns severed, leaving him battered.
No surprise—Leng Qingqiu came prepared, knowing his weaknesses.
Her late Great Vehicle sword intent was relentless, hard for him to counter.
Xia Baiqian’s gu harassed him, neutralizing his moves before they formed.
“Heh heh heh—”
Perhaps driven mad, he laughed, eyes glinting with resolve.
“Curious? Even normal Great Vehicle cultivators face the Three Calamities and Five Deficiencies, dying by a thousand years.”
“How have I survived ten thousand years?”
Leng Qingqiu and Xia Baiqian ignored him, assuming it was a dying rant.
But then…
“Because I accepted salvation from that lord beyond the distant stars!”
His swollen body cracked, countless tiny spatial rifts erupting from within!