abnabooks Chapter 447 Ducheng
Chapter 447 Ducheng
When the water dragon entered the Tai Chi formation, it did not directly crash into Qin Xiaochuan. Instead, it was drawn by the formation and began to rotate around Qin Xiaochuan. At the same time, fire-type spiritual power surged from Qin Xiaochuan's body and merged with the water dragon, eventually transforming into an even larger dragon. The dragon's surface was water, but its interior burned with Samadhi True Fire. Guided by Qin Xiaochuan, it charged towards Gonggong's enormous body with a world-destroying aura.
boom!
After the massive explosion, a huge shockwave spread out, and Kaiming, who had been hovering in the air, lost control of his body and began to swing violently.
After the explosion, Gonggong's body suddenly shrank, shrinking to only three or four meters tall. His scale-covered body was stained red with blood, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.
"I never expected that you ants would possess such strength." Despite suffering heavy injuries, Gonggong did not become angry. He hovered in mid-air, quietly looking at Qin Xiaochuan with an arrogant gaze. "Don't think you can defeat me. When I recover my strength, I will surely settle the score with you again."
"I'm afraid that day will never come. I have no intention of letting you go." Qin Xiaochuan looked back at him, his gaze firm and unwavering.
"Hahaha! Do you think you can keep me here with your current strength?" Gonggong laughed wildly and flew into the air.
Qin Xiaochuan remained indifferent, and with a flick of his fist, countless enormous fiery fists formed in the air, chasing after Gonggong.
However, he quickly realized something was wrong, because Gonggong was flying in the direction he had come from, the water ruins in the sky. When he tried to stop him, it was too late. Gonggong disappeared into the water ruins and vanished. Even the fire fists following behind him disappeared into the water ruins without leaving a trace.
"What should we do?" Guo Shiyi rode Kaiming to Qin Xiaochuan's side. Qin Xiaochuan was about to answer her when he couldn't help coughing and vomited a lot of blood again.
"Xiao Chuan, are you alright?" Guo Shiyi asked worriedly.
Qin Xiaochuan shook his head and said, "It's alright, I just aggravated the wound when I used the skill." He took a breath before continuing, "The situation in the Water Ruins is complicated, and we're not in a good state to pursue them right now. Let's just let him go."
Guo Shiyi nodded and said, "Okay, don't say anything yet, I'll heal your wounds now."
Qin Xiaochuan looked at her pale face, smiled, and said, "Silly girl, you should heal yourself first. I'm fine."
Just as the two were talking, Han Kexin flew over from a distance. Looking at the two of them, she frowned and asked, "Are you two alright?"
"Don't worry, he won't die," Qin Xiaochuan said breathlessly. "But Gonggong still managed to escape."
"It's good that you're all safe and sound. As for Gonggong, there will always be a way to deal with him in the future," Han Kexin comforted her.
Qin Xiaochuan nodded and said, "Well, let's take the Breath of Earth back first."
The group flew down to Xuanwu's side. Qin Xiaochuan cupped his hands to Xuanwu and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Ancestor Zhenwu. This disciple is deeply grateful."
"Being able to break through your inner obsession is your own good fortune; I merely lent a helping hand." The giant snake on Xuanwu stared at the group and uttered a deep voice, "Now that Gonggong has fled, he will surely harm the world in the future. Since you have already attained enlightenment, you should take on the responsibility of protecting the world. Do not slacken your efforts."
"I dare not disobey the Ancestral Master's command. We are planning to revive the Jianmu tree and urgently need the Breath Soil. Please grant our request, Ancestral Master," Qin Xiaochuan said respectfully.
Xuanwu did not answer his question. Instead, a yellow light suddenly rose from the broken hill beside the venomous swamp. The yellow light slowly flew to Qin Xiaochuan's front, and then Xuanwu spoke: "This is the Breath Soil. It was originally used to suppress the Undying Rage left by Gonggong. Now that the Undying Rage has been stolen, the Breath Soil is useless. Now you can take it away."
"Thank you for your help, Ancestor!" Qin Xiaochuan happily accepted the ball of yellow light. After the Breath Soil landed in his hand, the light slowly faded, leaving only a faint glow. It was a mysterious substance that was neither light nor gas.
Just as Qin Xiaochuan was examining the Breath of Earth, Xuanwu spoke up: "Now that the Undying Raging Wave has been taken away and the Breath of Earth has also been taken, my mission here is over. I must return to the North Sea to recuperate. I hope you will take care of yourselves and stop the demon race's conspiracy as soon as possible to avoid widespread bloodshed."
"We will do our utmost," Qin Xiaochuan said earnestly. Then he saw Xuanwu fly upwards and return to the North Sea through the Water Void Escape in the sky.
After Xuanwu left, Guo Shiyi treated herself and Qin Xiaochuan a little. Since the Turbulent Abyss was a place full of dangers, the group did not linger and returned to XY City through the Water Ruins.
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XY City, Xuanwu Street, Time Hotel.
At night, the Yujiang River resembles a flowing dark silk ribbon, reflecting the myriad lights of the city on the opposite bank. Occasionally, the lights of a cruise ship streak across the river, leaving long, broken golden ripples.
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XY City, Xuanwu Street, Time Hotel.
At night, the Yujiang River resembles a flowing dark silk ribbon, reflecting the myriad lights of the city on the opposite bank. Occasionally, the lights of a cruise ship streak across the river, leaving long, broken golden ripples.
In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Time Hotel, Du Cheng stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad back casting a slightly blurred silhouette on the glass. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid swirling gently between his fingertips, the ice cubes making a soft clinking sound.
Cheng Xiaoman stood a little further away, leaning against the back of the sofa, holding a glass of champagne that had barely been touched. She wore a sharply tailored pearl white dress that complemented the luxurious style of the room, and quietly watched the somewhat lonely man.
"Xiaoman, how long have you been following me?" Du Cheng asked in a low voice, without turning around.
"Ever since you saved me from a Taoist priest twenty years ago, I've been by your side," Cheng Xiaoman said calmly, gazing at the swirling wine in her glass.
"You've been with me for twenty years, and you've never thought about what my purpose was in all this meticulous planning and scheming?" Du Cheng asked again.
Cheng Xiaoman said indifferently, "Since you saved me, my life is yours. I will do whatever you say. As for your purpose, I don't care."
Du Cheng turned around and glanced at her, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. He said, "As an excellent employee, you must first understand what the boss wants, and then you can better help the boss realize his dreams."
"If you're willing to talk, boss, I'm willing to listen. I'll be a good employee." Cheng Xiaoman raised her glass and took a sip of champagne.
Du Cheng gave her a deep look before speaking, "Before that, I want to tell you a story."
He took a sip of whiskey before continuing, "Once upon a time, there was a boy who had a special constitution from a young age. He could see things that ordinary people couldn't. Perhaps because his constitution was too special, his mother died from excessive blood loss right after he was born."
At this point, a sad expression appeared on his face before he continued, "The boy started speaking very late, not until he was two years old. He saw a woman always smiling gently at him, and he unconsciously started waving his arms and legs and laughing along. His father, who was nearby, happily told him, 'Call me Daddy, call me Daddy.' But instead, he reached out to the woman and called her 'Mommy.' Upon hearing this, his father's face immediately changed, and he walked away with a serious expression. That was the first time he spoke."
Du Cheng took another sip of whiskey before continuing, "Later, his father patiently taught him to speak several times, but he only ever called out 'Mom.' After that, he rarely saw his father. His grandmother told him that his father had gone to work in another city, so his grandmother would take care of him. But his grandmother was getting old, and his grandfather was suffering from a stroke and couldn't take care of himself, so he needed someone to look after him. He had an uncle, and his aunt wasn't a good-tempered person. She was already dissatisfied with taking care of the two elderly people, so she naturally didn't give him a good look when he arrived and often made veiled insults. There was no other way, so he was sent to his aunt's house. But because he always talked to himself inexplicably, making people feel uneasy, he was soon sent to his aunt's house. This went on and on, and no one was willing to accept this strange child. Until he was three years old, his father suddenly passed away. Everyone said he was an unlucky person, so he was given by relatives to a coworker in another province who couldn't have children. But not long after, he was abandoned again and finally sent to an orphanage."
"That boy must be you." Cheng Xiaoman seemed to understand something, and her originally cold gaze was filled with tenderness.
Du Cheng looked into her eyes and replied without any emotion, "That's right."
"And then what?" Cheng Xiaoman raised her glass, took a sip of champagne, and blocked his gaze.
"Later, he met a girl at the orphanage..."