amaotonovel Chapter 216 Prejudice is a Mountain
Chapter 216 Prejudice is a Mountain
Kongming gazed at the 'Old Six Beads' before him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile appearing on his lips. He clearly sensed a slight change in the beads, as if the runes on them had been imbued with life.
The divine soul condensed by a Nascent Soul cultivator is already rare. Now that it is parasitizing the 'Sixth Old Pearl', it is as if it has become the spirit of the pearl, greatly increasing its power and perfectly matching it.
With a mere thought, Kongming could strike wherever he pointed, unleashing astonishing power instantly, making him incredibly adept at using it.
Kongming played with it for a while before absorbing it into his dantian to continue nurturing it...
After erasing the traces of the battle, Kongming summoned the fire-breathing gourd he had seized from the Yuan Dynasty cultivators, and carried Zhao Yun out of the valley.
As darkness fell, the occasional hooting of an owl added a touch of eeriness to the quiet night.
"God bless... God bless my brother Zilong, if anyone should die, it should be that fiend, my brother Zilong must not be harmed..."
From afar, Kongming heard Zhu Ganglie's incoherent mutterings, and his expression instantly turned somewhat unpleasant. Indeed, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.
However, a strange warmth welled up inside her; this simpleton's affection for Zilong was quite profound.
With a thought, Kongming silently brought the 'Old Six Pearls' to his eyes.
"Brother Zhuge, what are your orders? I would gladly die for you!"
The nascent soul stood on the bead, fawning over it in an almost kneeling manner.
"Go scare this fool!" Kongming said with a gloomy face.
"Alright! Watch this!"
With a flash, it transformed into a glimmer of light and silently drifted towards Pigsy.
At this moment, Zhu Ganglie was squatting by the stream, holding a broken bowl, seemingly fiddling with something to eat.
Jie Jie Jie...
A strange laugh rang out.
Pigsy shuddered, nearly dropping the broken bowl in his hand into the water.
He slowly turned his head, his eyes wide open, and was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Oh my god! This...this is that old...senior!" Pigsy said, his cheeks trembling.
He initially thought he had seen a ghost, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the little man was actually the Nascent Soul cultivator from before, and immediately understood that this was probably the work of those powerful beings.
So he immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Senior, spare me! Senior, spare me! I'm really not one of those demons, please don't kill an innocent person..."
"Hehehe... You really know how to play dumb, but it doesn't matter. What's the use of keeping a stupid pig?" The Nascent Soul figure hovered in the air, deliberately dragging out its voice, which was full of endless gloom.
Zhu Ganglie was so frightened that his face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.
At this critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he stammered, "Senior... don't let my simple appearance fool you, I'm full of clever ideas that will surely be of great use to you! From now on, I'm willing to serve you like a slave, doing whatever it takes to be your servant!"
The nascent soul stopped in mid-air, tilted its head, and looked at Zhu Ganglie with a half-smile, its eyes seemingly scrutinizing the truth or falsehood of his words.
"Hmph, what use are you? You're probably just spouting nonsense to save your own life."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Ganglie became even more anxious. Things had come to a dead end. He gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and decided that he had to show some real skills.
Immediately afterward, he hurriedly said, "Senior, have you ever heard of 'Flying Pig'? That was created by me, Little Pig. If you spare my life, wouldn't that be like keeping a golden pig for yourself?"
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator merely responded with a faint sound, showing little interest in his tone. His eyes remained as cold as sharp blades, staring intently at Zhu Ganglie.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Bajie's legs went weak, and he was filled with regret. He had long known that following this demon would lead to no good end, and now that he had fallen to such a state, he cursed Kongming eight hundred times in his heart.
Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being heartless and unjust; you're already dead anyway.
Driven by an intense will to survive, Zhu Bajie steeled his resolve and, like a drowning man grasping at a last straw, hurriedly spoke.
"Senior, I want to report... I want to expose them! In fact, Zhuge Liang is Zhuge Kongming, and that cunning sorcerer is not dead at all..."
"I am not dead!" Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.
Zhuge Liang, his face grim, strode out from the nearby woods, with Zhao Yun close behind him...