A mirror grinder? No, call me the master polisher of magical tools.

Chapter 117 The shameless Yuan Xuzi

The turbid river stretched as far as the eye could see, merging with the sky at the end of the day, blurring the horizon beyond recognition.

Mount Jisui was filled with exhausted people. The violent shaking made them stagger and fall, unable to even maintain a seated meditation posture. Countless people lay on their sides on the platform.

Zhong Ming stood with his spear held high, staring intently at the "mountain" in the sky. Suddenly, he faintly heard a voice. Turning his head, he saw a phantom standing beside him.

"You are... Senior Yuan Xuzi?"

"Hmm, has Daoist Tianfeng told you anything about himself?" The illusory figure raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, watching the afterglow of the sun completely dissipate, and the world merged into darkness.

"You mean..."

"Did he tell you his name, or the origin of his Taoist name?"

"No."

“Let me tell you,” the illusory figure said, opening his arms as if to embrace the once-in-a-millennium scene before him. “His surname is Lin, and he chose this Taoist name himself. He is located by the sea, on the mountaintop.”

The illusory figure paused, then said with reverence, "The sea has no bounds and the sky is its shore; I climb to the summit of the mountain and I am the peak. This is 'Heavenly Peak' and 'Heavenly Self.' Mr. Lin almost achieved it, he was so close."

Zhong Ming stood frozen in place. He stood atop Jisui Mountain, surrounded by the endless water magic of the water dragon, never imagining that he was also a person higher than this mountain, a person whom even the seawater sweeping across the world could not touch.

Humans are born to conquer. Don't ask why, because the mountains are there, and the sea is there.

The phantom spoke for the last time, and Zhong Ming could see a smile in its blurred face.

“You have already stood on his shoulders. He conquered everything on earth, and you have begun to look up at the sky.”

Speak, and he vanished in an instant.

The giant tortoise, bound by chains, struggled violently. The people on the ground did not know the real reason, only believing that the frantically vibrating chains were its anger, a prelude to its next attack, and an unbearable tremor as it raged and gathered more power.

But in the sky, the giant turtle was indeed struggling violently.

The Demon Slayer's raging engine was getting scorching hot, and the tenacious spirit kept reclaiming more and more territory, even if it meant the two spirits clashing and exploding.

The giant ao wasn't afraid of the colossus-class warship restarting; what it feared was that the thing would simply self-destruct.

This was a super battleship that even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have to put in considerable effort to destroy. To this day, it still couldn't understand what kind of great battle had caused it to crash, but it was certain that if this thing had stuck to its shell and exploded, it would have been at least a near-death experience, if not certain death.

The golden body suddenly dissipated, and it gathered all its power, pouring it into its shell in one breath. The shell changed its previous "ancient" appearance, the mud was washed away by the spiritual power, and the crimson gold color, which had been dormant for thousands of years, once again covered the whole body. The heaven-reaching thunder patterns engraved on the shell when it was undergoing the Nascent Soul Tribulation now burst out with thunderous roars, like the wrath of the Thunder God.

I dare to use water magic, but I wouldn't dare use lightning magic...

Wait, isn't the water dragon undergoing the tribulation of becoming a god?

The terrifying power of the lightning was instantly suppressed, almost causing Da'ao internal injuries.

Yuan Xuzi's clothes were disheveled, the fierce winds high above and the roar of the engine billowing his robes, his hearty laughter mingling with the scorching turbulence, echoing in Da'ao's ears:

"Let me help you recall the most primal and purest fear. Do you remember? Eagles, those soaring soaring kings of the sky, they would grab you tightly, fly you to the highest heavens, throw you down and smash you to pieces, and finally devour your flesh and drink your blood."

"You want to kill me? Kill a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

When Da'ao heard this, its first reaction was not to laugh. It felt that this despicable human had something else in mind, that there was a hidden meaning in the sentence, but it didn't understand it.

It admits to some things that many of its monster friends often say it's not very bright, and that humans are incredibly cunning. It does admit that it can't outsmart these two-legged creatures.

It's a pity. If only those old friends were still here, they could definitely tell me what humans really mean. The greatest pain for a tortoise is to wake up one morning and find that all his old friends have turned into skeletons in a grave.

It remained silent in response to Yuan Xuzi's words, focusing all its power on defense, waiting for the water dragon to complete its flow, so that this junior Golden Core cultivator relying on the giant ship formation could taste what the Nascent Soul Water Technique was like.

At this moment, Yuan Xuzi looked out to the heavens and saw that the thunder from the nine heavens had already crashed down into the East Sea, the lightning like a waterfall.

A giant wave transformed into a waterspout that shot into the sky, enveloping the water dragon to confront the tribulation clouds. Just looking at it from afar was enough to make one's heart tremble with fear, and one could not muster the slightest thought of resistance. It was truly unknown what kind of magic could subdue the might of heaven.

"Hey, how many lightning strikes can your tortoise shell withstand?"

Before he could finish speaking, a jade tablet on Yuan Xuzi's body suddenly shattered, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth. It turned out that the giant turtle had taken advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to launch a soul attack, which was something he was not very good at.

Despite its lack of skill, it was still a long-lived giant turtle with a powerful and unyielding spirit. Its sudden attack caught Yuan Xuzi completely off guard.

The man didn't waste any time. Yuan Xuzi opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the engine, which then seeped into the deck through the gaps that the spirit could still control.

This undoubtedly greatly stimulated the spirit once again, causing the torrent of spiritual energy to erupt even more terrifyingly.

Compared to humans, demonic beasts are definitely less skilled but more proficient in magic, and most of them delve into their innate supernatural abilities. It goes without saying that the Great Turtle's innate supernatural ability is defensive.

Yuan Xuzi took advantage of this, and with a "relaxed" expression, he took out another treasure for soul defense from his storage bag.

"Come on, let's see how many sneak attacks you can perform?"

He ostentatiously turned the storage bag upside down, and with a surge of spiritual energy, a large pile of treasures clattered out of it.

"come on."

As soon as Yuan Xuzi finished speaking, he vanished from the cabin in a flash.

A violent explosion occurred immediately where he had been standing.

Hehe, I've teleported back to Mount Jisui.

He returned to the main hall using the supernatural powers engraved on the giant chains. When the old woman saw him return, she immediately started cursing again.

"Yuan Xuzi, you bastard, I'm going to take this to the imperial court, to the Grand Preceptor... You come back here right now!"

With a "whoosh," Yuan Xuzi was teleported back to the Demon-Slaying Ship, sitting leisurely on the chains, swaying as the giant turtle struggled, like he was swinging on a swing.

"Hey, you old geezer, I'm back. Come and hit me."

One second later.

"Hey, it won't do you any good even if you take it to the imperial court!"

"Da'ao, if all else fails, try digging up my grave after I die. That might be the only way to hit me."

"Old hag, hurry up and activate the great formation. I'll deal with the giant turtle, but you guys at least have to stop the water dragon's attack."

"Hey! I have an idea. Since the Demon Slayer is ruined and only the engine is left, why not use your tortoise shell as the hull?"

.....

Yuan Xuzi reacted extremely quickly, and occasional mistakes didn't matter, anyway...

The one that's teleporting back and forth is the clone. You ask me where the real body is? The real body... the real body is still working, carving restrictions onto the giant chain.

It's just that his own Golden Core cultivators thought he was a wooden puppet that couldn't speak.

whee.