Painting of the Nine Immortals

Translator: _Tat_ Editor: Rundi

Inside the cave, Ling Xian's punch howled across the sky. Like an exploding Sun, an infinite amount of energy detonated.

This made the God of Gold reveal a look of hopelessness. Its body couldn't help but quiver.

He originally believed that after his capabilities increased by 5 folds, he would be able to kill Ling Xian as easy as he eats or drinks. But now, he realized that the man before him is not one he can defeat.

Sadly, his enlightenment came too late.

Ling Xian's punch was ruthless and incomparable. It instantly pierced through the God of Gold's chest and slammed him into another tall mountain.

"AH!"

The God of Gold cried in pain. The majority of his bones have cracked and his red eyes were flooding with fear. However, he knew that he cannot just sit and do nothing. Or else only death awaits.

Therefore, he exploded with all the strength he had left. The feathers on his body turned bright red and flew towards Ling Xian. Every single one of them had enough energy to pierce through the void.

"I told you, this attack is useless. Even if your feather changes in color, it's still useless."

Ling Xian said softly. The emerald umbrella was protecting his head and it shed down faint green lights that stopped all the feathers from hitting him.

At the same time, he called out to the gold print, which also exuded an unparalleled amount of energy that could easily suppress all nine levels of heaven and all 10 levels of hell.

Retch!

After puking out a fresh mouthful of blood, the God of Gold collapsed without energy. He was pinned to the ground and blood continuously poured out of him.

"It's time to end this."

Ling Xian spoke emotionlessly and he slammed his fist into the ground. The battle immortal bones and the disorder conquering fists exploded.

The golden roc coughed up more blood. His heart had been shattered.

Then, Ling Xian reappeared before the God of Gold but he didn't make a move.

Because it was no longer necessary.

That punch had stopped the God of Gold's heart. If he wasn't a noble kind, if he wasn't bathed in blood, if his lifeline wasn't strengthened by all that, he would've died a long time ago.

"Ehem, ehem…"

The God of Gold lied there on the ground, his eyes were now colorless. "I cannot believe that in the end, I lost again."

"I told you, when the winner and loser is established, you will realize who the real ant is." Ling Xian spoke softly. His expression was calm and unaffected.

"An ant…"

The God of Gold felt enraged and humiliated. But in the end, he silenced.

Of course he wasn't an ant. But before Ling Xian, he was no different than an ant.

That was the iron truth nobody could deny.

Currently, he was full of bitterness and regret. But he knows that it was too late. Far too late.

He could feel life leaving his body at a rapid speed. Before long, his life will slip away.

"Enjoy your last few moments." Ling Xian glared at him, too lazy to say more.

"I hate this feeling of waiting for death. It's not what I want."

The God of Gold bitterly smiled and in the end, snapped his own meridians. The excruciating pain made him spasm. But after a while, he completely stopped moving.

Dead.

Utterly dead. He didn't choose to have his enlivener leave his body. Because he knows that even if he tries to let his soul go, Ling Xian will not let him.

"This rivalry ends here."

Looking at the no longer breathing God of Gold, Ling Xian shook his head. Then, he marched forward and arrived before the pool of blood.

The reason why the God of Gold was able to enhance his strength was because of this pool of blood. Therefore, he wanted to see just what kind of secrets were hidden here.

However, the moment he stepped closer to the pool, he felt a gush of coldness that made his hair stand on their ends.

"What an eerie pool of blood…"

Ling Xian frowned and he glanced around with his soul. He didn't find anything strange. The only feeling he had was eeriness.

Just then, the pool of blood suddenly flared up. The depressing amount of energy chilled him.

Then, Ling Xian seemed to have heard a voice. A tempting voice.

"Come over here. Come over. I will grant you strength…"

At once, Ling Xian's eyes lost their life and turned bright red. His legs uncontrollably headed towards the pool of blood. Though he moved slowly, he moved with resolution.

However, when he was just an inch away from the pool. A cool feeling washed all over him and woke his up.

It was the power from the Shang Qing Technique.

"What an eerie pool."

Ling Xian shuddered. Perspiration formed on his forehead. He knew that once he steps into the pool, his strength will enhance greatly.

But that wasn't a good thing. It would be the beginning of a nightmare.

When he enters the pool of blood, a seed will be planted in his body. Even with the Shang Qing Technique and the incantation of a calm heart, he will turn demonic.

"If I am not wrong, the God of Gold was probably lured by that voice and entered the pool of blood. Then, it uncontrollably allowed the blood to bathe it and increase its strength."

Ling Xian frowned, "But, once it accepts the bathing, it will turn into a mindless monster soon or later."

Ling Xian felt extremely lucky to know the incantation of a calm heart. It had saved him at many critical moments. Or else he would be beneath the pool of blood by now.

"Come over here. Come over. I will grant you strength…"

The eerie voice arose again. It wasn't clear where the voice came from or who was speaking, but the voice was clear in Ling Xian's heart.

There was something tempting about that voice. It was terrifying and frightful.

However, Ling Xian was tempted by this voice. He continued to recite the incantation of a calm heart and called out to the Shang Qing Technique. The two weaved together and multiplied in strength.

Then, this voice disappeared from his mind and never reappeared again.

However, Ling Xian didn't let himself be careless. He also used his indestructible physique and carefully defended.

"What is this strange thing?"

Ling Xian frowned and summoned his enlivener in an attempt to find out the secret about the pool of blood. In the end, however, he was unsuccessful and he couldn't find why it was so strange.

To him, this was just a pool of blood which could help living beings increase in strength. There was nothing suspicious about it.

That is exactly why it was so suspicious.

If it has no secrets, how could it have such a tempting voice that controls one's mind?

"A tempting voice, an eerie pool of blood…"

Mumbling, Ling Xian suddenly had a guess. His expression changed drastically. Then, he walked to the God of Gold's corpse, his expression changed again at this.

Because on the left side of the God of Gold's chest, there was now a hole. There was no more heart in there.

Ling Xian clearly remember that he never pierced the God of Gold's left chest and he definitely didn't take his heart.

In other words, the heart had disappeared despite its lack of wings.

He felt a wave of coldness wash over him. He was now certain that his guess was correct.

"Dammit, how can this thing be within the mortal world again?" Ling Xian cursed. His expression was so dark it was like rain was about to fall.

This was the first time such an expression appeared on his face. This is because that thing was far too terrifying.

A tempting voice, an eerie pool of blood, a disappearing heart… the three hints together formulated into a horrifying truth.

A truth that makes even Ling Xian shudder from fear.