Perfect World - Chapter 545 - Chapter 545: Chapter 545 Turmoil at the Party
Chapter 545: Chapter 545 Turmoil at the Party
The peak of Crane Cry Mountain was covered with a thick growth of pines and cypresses. Accompanied by the springs that flowed from the roots, the droplets fell upon the limestone, tinkling softly, creating a serene and elegant landscape.
Fairy Yue Chan smiled as she faced Shi Hao, showing not the slightest sign of hostility. Standing here conversing with everyone, her voice was gentle and magnetic, captivating the hearts of all who heard it.
“The Saintess Fairy Yue Chan wanders the world, bright and clear as the moon; who could possibly confine her?” someone praised, yet the words carried a different undertone, slighting Shi Hao with a hint of provocation.
After all, many people had heard the “rumor” which had now been proven to be false. To speak such now was to belittle Shi Hao’s strength.
Although many sought to draw Little Stone to their side, there were also those who were not convinced, harboring hostility, especially the geniuses and noblewomen with lineages connected to the giants from the Lower Realm.
Shi Hao smiled, unconcerned.
By speaking thus, it only increased the shame and anger in Fairy Yue Chan’s heart, which he found quite amusing, feeling utterly carefree and invigorated.
If he could also tease her openly, that would be even better. But being too overt might be seen as going too far and could easily incite public outrage.
“Fairy Yue Chan’s mana and aura are rare in this world. If a divine moon hung in the sky, it could cleanse the divine soul of man,” another spoke.
“Do you even need to say it? Chan’er is like a moonlight goddess walking the earth, radiant and splendid, her divine brilliance illuminating heaven and earth,” the witch said with a slight upturn of her lips.
“Your Highness is smart and cunning, not partaking in the mortal fires, truly a spirit nurtured by heaven and earth. We also admire you from the depths of our hearts,” someone addressed the witch, offering sincere praise.
Several nodded in agreement and echoed the sentiment. The witch’s charm was indeed remarkable, clever and enchanting, whimsically bewitching, a perfect complement to Fairy Yue Chan.
The witch did not respond but merely giggled and said, “Little Stone, tell us why you were misunderstood and shouldered such a black mark for so long; is your heart filled with sorrow?”
The crowd had peculiar expressions. It was rumored that Fairy Yue Chan and the Saintess of the Sky Severing Sect were natural adversaries, and it appeared to be true.
This matter was just a rumor, and it should have been left in the past, yet she brought it up again, seemingly wanting to make a scene, truly as if she wished to stir up chaos under heaven.
Shi Hao sighed, “I, too, had no choice in the matter. The rumors were so vicious, I really feared you all might form an alliance to pursue me and demand the fairy. Thankfully, it’s all in the past now.”
“To be honest, when I heard the news, I really felt the impulse to do so. Fortunately, the rumors have been debunked, and they never materialized into truth,” Bi Gu commented with a smile.
The witch smiled sweetly, her gaze toward Fairy Yue Chan brimming with an indescribable flavor, clearly delighted.
Shi Hao remained calm, sparing Fairy Yue Chan a glance.
Fairy Yue Chan’s figure was as pure as ice and as exquisite as jade. Her black hair was soft and supple, cascading over her snow-white neck. Her large, clear eyes, full of Spiritual Energy, sparkled with life.
She remained very composed, able to smile when looking at Shi Hao and the witch, letting no one sense anything amiss, yet no one knew what she was truly thinking.
“Perhaps she can’t wait to strike at me?” Shi Hao wondered privately.
“Would the Saintess please play another divine melody?” someone requested.
Fairy Yue Chan’s demeanor was tranquil, carrying a charming smile as she nodded in agreement, moving gracefully to sit on a limestone slab beneath an ancient pine. Her hands strummed the strings of a zither, eliciting clear, melodious sounds that were heavenly to hear.
What surprised everyone most was that, as time passed, streaks of starlight poured down from the sky, as if a host of spirits flew over, surrounding Fairy Yue Chan, much like stars orbiting the moon.
Beneath the green pine, by the side of the clear spring, she was enveloped in a haze of pure white mist, which was the flow of sacred light. She was transcendental and otherworldly, as the music became even more enchanting, stirring the power of heaven and earth, a law harmonizing with the melody.
In an instant, the nearby vegetation sprouted with vibrant green life, bursting into rapid growth, with many buds blooming simultaneously, filling the air with fragrant scents.
Once the music ceased and faded away, the surroundings were filled with the chorus of hundreds of birds and many hatchlings dancing about, astonishing many onlookers.
“Coexisting with the road, I’ve greatly benefited here, gaining clarity into a previously vague method,” someone exclaimed in amazement.
“This is the true meaning of gathering, to verify and spar with each other, promoting the growth of our journeys,” Xuan Ming praised.
Afterward, everyone exchanged insights on cultivation, discussing the various challenges and problems in their precious symbols, all gaining something from the interactions.
Shi Hao did the same, engaging in exchanges and learning from Bi Gu about the nuanced research into characters in the higher realms, which was profoundly detailed.
Bi Gu said, “This is an important path, pursuing the ultimate, forsaking all else. For instance, if studying strength, one should look at the bone with the symbols of the Vajra Ape, Giant Demon Elephant, giant golden giant, and other creatures. Discarding all variation, preserving only the patterns of strength, and delving deep into research.”
Shi Hao nodded, recognizing this as a path worth exploring. He felt as though he had overlooked something, focusing only on cultivating Kun Peng’s technique, a supreme treasure art, while neglecting others.
Innumerable creatures existed between heaven and earth, each with an Immeasurable variety of bone with the symbols, naturally involving endless transformations and countless profound meanings.
The giant Peng bird and True Phoenix were among the outstanding ones, standing at the pinnacle.
However, this did not mean that the Primitive Symbol Bone of other creatures was useless. On the contrary, they also contained their own “roads”; if only pursued further, they too could pave their own paths.
Even studying the bones of a hundred races could lead to a different great road.
“The Sect Hierarch of the Western Sect’s Sixteen-foot Golden Body was derived from observing creatures not considered powerful, such as the Vajra Ape, mountain ants, silver vines, and others,” Lan Yu said.
“Yes,” it was said that the forefather of the Beast Sea once lived in solitude for a hundred years, observing the Bone Text of various lower insects and beasts, and evolved the truly amazing Hundred Beast Scripture that shocked the upper realms,” Yingying supplemented.
Shi Hao was surprised and kept nodding, feeling that he had gained a lot.
Lan Yu, Shui Yue, and Hong Huang were all exceptionally beautiful, standing elegant and tall as they conversed with Shi Hao here, naturally drawing the gazes of many.
Bi Gu was also among them. Being from the upper realms, he didn’t seem out of place, but Shi Hao, coming from the Lower Realm and surrounded by beautiful women, was bound to attract attention whether he liked it or not.
“Sister Yue Chan, I’ve heard that you have a deep understanding of the True Phoenix Treasure Technique; let’s exchange some insights,” Hong Huang said with a charming smile, pulling Fairy Yue Chan into the conversation.
Lan Yu, with her gentle nature, also invited the witch to join; a group of beautiful women vying in splendor, dazzling and bewildering many young men with their sparkling eyes.
“Sister Yue Chan, if you return to the upper realms, you will definitely be the number one beauty of the eastern region,” Hong Huang praised.
“There’s no need to say it, you would also be the ‘first beauty’ of the Kun Sea,” Lan Yu sincerely complimented, expressing amazement at the witch’s unparalleled demonic beauty.
No doubt, Shi Hao’s skin was thick enough to match few others; he squeezed in and earnestly sought advice from Yue Chan and Hong Huang about the True Phoenix Treasure Technique.
“You’ve studied this as well, coming into contact with such ancient techniques?” Hong Huang was surprised.
“I know a little,” Shi Hao nodded.
The expression of Yue Chan’s prime body changed slightly, but she didn’t make a scene, joining in the discussion to talk about the various might of the True Phoenix, only rarely touching on the core transformations.
“How goes the battle of the titans at present?” Finally, Shi Hao couldn’t resist asking everyone.
As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell, and many people’s faces changed color.
“We don’t know yet; it’s said the battle has moved into primal chaos,” Shui Yue said.
“Regarding the titans’ battle, it’s better if we refrain from casual speculation,” Xuan Ming nodded. They were all quite wary.
“Brother Shi, are you concerned about that bone pagoda?” Yue Chan said with an undiminished smile.
Now everyone knew that he was deeply connected with that pagoda and had used it to overturn Immortal Mountain.
“That pagoda is finished; it’s said to have been thrust into the Primordial Gate, extinct from the world,” just then, someone walked over from afar, wrapped in dark mist.
“Is there new information?” Everyone was alarmed.
This was a man with pale skin, very handsome, but with a somewhat demonic quality to him, smiling with a bit of coldness and malice, supported on his feet by the black fog, he approached swiftly.
“Yue Chan, I’ve heard that this servant has wronged you, had disputes, and even rumors say you were once imprisoned by him. Today, I will behead him for you.”
The demonic man spoke lazily, with clear malice in his voice, directly targeting Shi Hao, dismissing him merely as a ‘servant’ from the Lower Realm.
His pupils swirled with purple light, the dark mist around his body thickening, carrying a hint of the scent of death.
Everyone was shocked, knowing that he was a significant figure–a Netherian. Not long ago, a Chaotic Corpse had perished in another piece of Netherworld, and the power of this young Netherian’s own Netherworld was surely about to soar, territory about to expand.
“What are you supposed to be?” Shi Hao asked indifferently, his presence commanding without anger.
“It’s true that you have some strength, servant, but you’re unlucky. I find you displeasing and want to kill you.” The Netherian was arrogantly unstoppable, being that direct, not even bothering to look for a reason.
“You truly are arrogant,” Shi Hao sighed.
Netherians, who are born from the marriage of a reanimated corpse with spirit intelligence to outsiders, naturally carry a portion of Yin energy and are extremely powerful.
Undoubtedly, after the death of a Chaotic Corpse, several pieces of the upper realms’ Netherworld might unify, and the supreme Netherlord backing this young Netherian would become even more powerful, with profound influence, making all sides wary.
“I simply act like this, arrogantly killing you here; can you even resist?” The young Netherian curved his mouth upward, with a cold smirk, becoming increasingly intimidating.
“The Netherworld’s reach seems excessively long, as his blood carries a part of Immortal Mountain’s lineage; it’s yet your turn to deal with him,” from the edge of the sky, colorful clouds appeared, and another young powerhouse arrived.
He was clad in Five Elements Battle Armor, swirling with the Five Elements Essence, exceedingly powerful, and quickly arrived at the scene, also one from the upper realms.
“Haha…” The young Netherian laughed, saying, “That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard. He clearly overthrew your Immortal Mountain, and yet you claim he’s one of you?”
“He is guilty, so I must take him away, capture him and bring him to the upper realms for judgment,” the young man in the Five Elements Battle Armor mused.
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“How laughable, I’m not that hypocritical. I’m straightforward about my intention to kill him, to take away the Heavenly Bone inside him. Speaking of kin and punishing him, aren’t you just like me?” The Netherian sneered coldly.
“Whether he is to be punished is an internal affair of Immortal Mountain, unrelated to the Netherworld. Don’t be mistaken,” the Five Elements Essence swirled, the young man spoke coldly. Behind him, faint divine flames danced, and a mighty figure revealed itself, with a formidable expert following closely by his side.
“I said that I want to kill him and take his Heavenly Bone; it won’t be in vain,” the Netherian scoffed coldly, his teeth snowy and chilling, behind him in the dark mist, a hazy figure appeared, a humanoid skeleton with wings, flapping them, sparking black nether flames.
Those with strength can afford to be imperious, a true manifestation of power. Those without strength and scream their heads off only end up looking ridiculous.
Both these individuals are followed by creatures with their divine flames ignited, obviously belonging to the more potent of the two. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at . Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.WebNovel.
