Chapter 101: Witch Cauldron Cooks Dragon to Test Dao Heart
When Lu Qingyang tumbled from the bronze coffin, his Nascent Soul was gnawing on half a jade slip, consuming the witch clan star map. He kicked open the coffin lid and crashed into the bronze altar, directly encountering the Netherfire spewed by three tomb-guarding beasts. The Qingming Sword Qi in his sleeve condensed into an ice lotus to protect him: "You watchdogs, my toll money is scalding hot!" The mother Sea-Stabilizing Pearl in his embrace suddenly glowed, refining the Netherfire into nine ghost fire Spirit Stones that rolled into his pocket.
A Soul Transformation Early Stage pressure suddenly descended from the altar's dome, as seven witch clan priests formed a Restriction to seal the space. Lu Qingyang grabbed the ghost fire Spirit Stones and hurled them at the formation's core. His Nascent Soul formed a hand seal, activating a torn page from the witch clan secret canon: "Ancestors, you're not choosing a good time to rise from the dead!" The Netherfire from the exploding Spirit Stones backfired onto the priests' robes. He seized the opportunity to snatch the bronze bell from the lead priest's waist. The starfall iron embedded in the bell's core perfectly filled the gap in the jade slip.
"How dare you, brat!" The Grand Priest's bone staff pointed out Nine Nether Chains, but he used the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl to deflect them to the witch cauldron in the center of the altar. The boiling Dragon Blood inside the cauldron suddenly condensed into the Third Prince's phantom. Lu Qingyang flung a stinky sock to cover the Dragon's head: "Your Highness, still lingering? Are you hoping to become a bridal attendant?" The Qingming Sword took the chance to flick the Dragon Pearl from the top of the bone staff. The Dragon Blood in the cauldron then flowed along the sword tip, drawing a complete map of the East Sea's eye.
A roar came from the seabed. The sea eye, stirred by the witch cauldron, churned into a thousand-zhang vortex. Wanbao Louzhu arrived, breaking through the waves on her Flow Splitting Thorn. The witch clan birthmark on her chest resonated with the altar. Lu Qingyang pretended to rescue his robe, which was stained with Dragon Blood, but in reality, he flicked half of the jade slip into the yingluo at her waist: "Sister, is this birthmark of yours the same as the courtesan queen of Yihong Courtyard?" The Food-Eating Ants took the opportunity to gnaw through the yingluo's golden chain, and the falling jade slip precisely embedded itself into the groove at the bottom of the witch cauldron.
Witch clan inscriptions suddenly burst from the cauldron's body, transforming into twelve bronze chains that coiled around Lu Qingyang's limbs. His Nascent Soul surged, performing a secret Cultivation Technique hand seal. The Dragon Blood inside the cauldron condensed into Chijiao reverse scale armor to protect him: "Do you all have a sense of style even when tying people up?" He suddenly exerted force, pulling the chains. The altar's floor tiles collapsed with a crash, revealing twelve buried Dragon skeletons—each Dragon corpse held a fake Sea-Stabilizing Pearl in its mouth.
"So all the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas are watchdogs for the witch clan!" Lu Qingyang's sneer enraged a dark shadow. The remnant soul of a Soul Transformation Middle Stage witch clan general swung a bronze ge, striking at him. He rolled into the pile of Dragon bones, and the Qingming Sword Qi detonated three fake Sea-Stabilizing Pearls. The chaotic Spiritual Qi currents from the explosion interfered with the remnant soul's attack. The mother pearl in his embrace suddenly absorbed all the explosive energy, condensing into a light shield that blocked the fatal blow.
The remnant soul's fury triggered a Bloodline Restriction, and Dragon-trapping stakes rose from the four corners of the altar. Lu Qingyang's Nascent Soul suddenly left his body and embraced the witch cauldron. His main body tore open his clothes, revealing soft armor covered with Exploding Flame Talismans: "Old fossil, try modern military tactics!" The shockwave from the self-detonating Talismanic Incantation was converted into pure Spiritual Qi by the mother pearl, which then fed the Qingming Sword, allowing it to cut two Dragon-trapping stakes. The Earth Vein Spiritual Qi leaking from the gaps created a siphon effect with the ghost fire Spirit Stones in his pocket.
"Coffin, come!" He bit his tongue and spat on the bronze coffin. Witch clan blood patterns enveloped everyone, crashing them into the Earth Vein Spiritual Spring. As Wanbao Louzhu's Flow Splitting Thorn pressed against his back, Lu Qingyang suddenly spun around, pushing her towards the spring's eye: "Sister, do you know the eighteenth stance of Dual Cultivation Cultivation Technique?" As he spoke, the Qingming Sword Qi had already flicked open the hidden pouch in her sleeve, and the witch clan blood crystal he took precisely completed the torn page of the secret canon. Nine bronze cauldrons suddenly floated up from the bottom of the spring. The cracks on their bodies perfectly matched the patterns on the jade slip in his embrace.
Just as the Third Prince led the Chijiao Guard in a torrential assault, Lu Qingyang remained unhurried, a cunning smile even playing on his lips.
He was holding a Stinky Tofu Talisman that emitted a foul odor, as if it had been fished out of some sewer, making it nauseating. However, this inconspicuous Talisman became Lu Qingyang's lifeline.
He unhesitatingly threw the Stinky Tofu Talisman into the Spiritual Spring. Instantly, a strong stench permeated the air, and the originally clear Spiritual Spring became turbid, as if contaminated by a powerful force.
At the same time, Lu Qingyang's Nascent Soul was also acting in secret. It controlled the mother pearl, frantically drawing Spiritual Qi from the Earth Vein. This Spiritual Qi, like tamed wild horses, continuously gathered into the mother pearl.
As the Spiritual Qi continued to accumulate, the mother pearl began to emit dazzling light. Immediately after, a huge water vortex rose from the Spiritual Spring, like a fierce giant beast, baring its fangs and claws as it charged towards the pursuers.
"Everyone, come take a mandarin duck bath!" Lu Qingyang laughed triumphantly at the sight.
The water vortex swept in with an overwhelming force. The Chijiao Guards were caught off guard and were thrown into disarray by the sudden attack. Under the impact of the water vortex, they all lost their balance, some even being directly sucked into it, disappearing without a trace.
Taking advantage of the pursuers being trapped by the water vortex, Lu Qingyang turned and forcefully pressed the blood crystal in his hand into the crack of the main cauldron.
In an instant, the nine cauldrons emitted a low hum, like awakened giant beasts roaring. The sound was deafening, making people tremble with fear.
As the nine cauldrons resonated, the entire altar began to tremble violently. Half of the altar collapsed with a crash under the impact of this powerful force, raising a sky full of dust.
And where the altar collapsed, a huge black hole appeared before everyone's eyes. This black hole was bottomless, as if it were an entrance to Hell, emitting a heart-pounding aura.
Even more chilling was that in the depths of the black hole, the remnant souls of the witch clan generals could vaguely be seen being slowly swallowed by a mysterious force. These remnant souls struggled in the black hole, emitting mournful howls, as if recounting their unwillingness and pain.
"Nascent Soul, return to your place!" He recalled the dimly glowing small figure, and the witch cauldron suddenly spewed Body Tempering Dragon Blood. Lu Qingyang reflected the blood rain with the bronze mirror while taking out a jade bottle to collect it: "This wave is a huge profit!" Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the birthmark on Wanbao Louzhu's chest light up, and a bronze sedan chair rose from the altar's remains—the nine-headed snake totem on the sedan's curtain was identical to the inscription on the bronze coffin he had seen when he first entered the Sword Tomb.