Chapter 138: Fierce Battle Amid Drifting Clouds

I first shared my thoughts with my aunt. She nodded and said that if I was willing to go, I should go, because some matters ultimately needed to be resolved.

Wan'er wanted to come with me, but my aunt stopped her. Aunt said that matters between individuals were best left unmixed by others. To my surprise, she ended up telling Fatty and me to go together. This left me feeling somewhat depressed. Ever since he returned from time travel, this buddy Fatty had become much more sensible and diligent. Over the past two months, he had been diligently practicing martial arts and spells, but his current cultivation level was still far from being able to contend with people like Xingyun.

However, I could not argue with my aunt's decision, especially since Fatty himself wanted to go. Lacking ability is not terrifying, as long as one has courage and daring.

After everyone discussed it, Fatty and I would set out tomorrow morning to march on Dinglin Temple and settle accounts with Xingyun. We could not sneak there at night; going at night was the behavior of scoundrels.

After dinner, Wan'er pulled me into her room and pinned the sachet I had brought back from time travel onto my clothes. "Brother, I believe you can bring Sister Ying back this time, and I also believe you will return safely. I will always be waiting for you right here, so don't let me disappointment me." I could sense that Wan'er was still worried about me.

"Wan'er, don't worry. I'll be back very soon. If you don't believe in me, don't you believe in the Fengchi Sword? If you don't believe in me, don't you believe in the Luoshui Ring!" I held her in my arms with mixed emotions.

"Brother, I believe you." At that moment, the girl changed her form of address back.

"Alright! It's getting late, get some rest early." As Wan'er spoke, she kissed me on the cheek and pushed me into the bedroom I shared with Fatty.

Fatty was sitting under the light, polishing his magical instrument—the sword his aunt had given him. The sword was forged from dark iron; while not exceptionally precious, it was still a decent artifact. However, using such an item to deal with Xingyun's underworld soldiers probably wouldn't cut it. Since we were brothers who had been through life and death together, I took out my family's heirloom, the Three-Foot Longyuan. "Buddy, I'll let you use this, but only use it! Even for a hundred years is fine, but on the day I die, you must return it to me. This is my family's heirloom."

Fatty knew a thing or two about antiques. When he saw the sandalwood scabbard, he gasped in admiration, but when he saw the wooden blade inside, a look of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

"This is a divine weapon. In certain aspects, it's no worse than the Fengchi divine weapon, and it's especially powerful against evil spirits and fierce ghosts," I explained, seeing that Fatty was somewhat skeptical.

The current Fatty was much more mature than before, and he trusted my words implicitly. He strapped the Three-Foot Longyuan to his back, treating it like a priceless treasure.

The night passed quietly. Early the next morning, Fatty and I set off under the worried and expectant gazes of Aunt, Wan'er, and Yueyue. We originally planned to ride the Purple Gold Colt directly, but summoning it in broad daylight might frighten the local villagers.

My aunt lacked nothing except money. Fatty and I hailed a taxi and headed straight for Mount Fulai. After an hour or so of driving, we arrived at Mount Fulai a little past ten o'clock in the morning.

The mountain remained the same mountain; I had now laid eyes on Mount Fulai both two thousand years in the future and two thousand years in the past. Standing before Mount Fulai, Fatty suddenly blurted out, "Buddy, do you think we might run into Ziyu here?"

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. "Buddy, China has a population of 1.4 billion; running into a specific person isn't easy, let alone the heavens knowing whether Ziyu has been reincarnated as a mortal." Speaking of her, I really did miss her—that mischievous, clever, and adorable younger sister.

"What a pity. Actually, actually I liked your sister," Fatty said with a chuckle.

"Buddy, stop dreaming. Look at your belly. If you want to chase my sister, you'll have to lose that stomach first, and you'll need to master your spells," I joked.

Fatty pouted as he stood there. "Even if I lose my belly, and even if I master my spells, your sister still won't appear."

That was indeed true. I glanced around and saw that there weren't many tourists today, though there were still quite a few. I said to Fatty, "Buddy, stand here and block these tourists. Don't let them get close to Dinglin Temple. There's bound to be a fierce battle shortly, and we mustn't hurt any innocent visitors."

Fatty's face immediately twisted into a bitter melon expression. "Brother, how would I have that kind of ability? They won't necessarily listen to me."

I smiled, chanted a few incantations, and the Purple Gold Colt materialized right before my eyes with a whoosh. "You two go play over there, as far away as possible."

"Got it, I'm going to take the divine beast for a walk. You go on in! But remember, you promised to be careful!" Fatty urged.

"Don't worry, people are coming over, hurry up and go play over there." As I spoke, the tourists began to gather toward our direction. They weren't looking at me; they were all staring at the Purple Gold Colt. A divine beast like the Purple Gold Colt wasn't something everyone got to see. Fatty led the horse away to another spot, and the area right in front of Dinglin Temple instantly cleared out as everyone rushed to see the divine beast.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down as much as possible, then mounted the stone steps and headed straight for Dinglin Temple.

Pushing the door open, I was greatly startled. Lined up in the courtyard of Dinglin Temple were monks and underworld soldiers, and sitting right in the middle was Xingyun himself. Seeing him made my heart leap into my throat. This old bastard had caused me endless suffering.

I quickly swept my gaze across the crowd, but failed to find any trace of Wang Ying. This worried me; since she had been helping Xingyun train his underworld soldiers, she should have been here.

"Dachuan, you've finally come after all, a month later than I expected!" Xingyun stood up with a smile and walked toward me.

"Don't move, I have something to ask you." With a swift motion, I drew the Fengchi divine weapon and pointed it at Xingyun. I needed to get all the questions in my heart answered clearly, because once the fighting started later, I probably wouldn't get the chance.

"Dachuan, I won't kill you, but you must hand over your artifacts: the Fengchi divine weapon, the Luoshui Ring, and your Purple Gold Colt," Xingyun said, taking a step forward.

"Hmph! You're dreaming! I searched high and low across mountains and rivers for these, and you expect me to just hand them over? Let me ask you, why did you keep tricking us into killing the Underworld King?" This matter had been buried in my heart for a long time. Upon careful reflection, I still didn't understand why he had constantly deceived Wei Qi and me into entering the Underworld to kill the Underworld King.

"Dachuan, some things are better left unknown to you. If you knew, you would only be even more distressed." Xingyun walked toward me as he spoke.

"Are you going to talk or not? If you don't, I'll kill you right now!" I had come today with murderous intent. Whether directly or indirectly, Xingyun had already killed many people, and I was going to act on behalf of heaven.

Xingyun sneered coldly. "That depends on whether you have the ability. If you can really defeat me, I'll tell you everything."

"Fine, I'll send you to your death right now." Seeing Xingyun's treacherous expression, I leaped up instantly, thrusting the Fengchi divine weapon straight at his throat. I felt confident that my speed was fast enough, but just as the tip of my divine blade was about to reach his throat, his body gave a sudden jolt, and a streak of red figure flashed away to the side.

"Hehe! Dachuan, after disappearing for several months, you're still nothing much!" Just as I was wondering where Xingyun had vanished to, the fellow actually patted me on the shoulder from behind.

Damn it! This old bastard was far too formidable. It seemed it would be very difficult to deal with him relying solely on the Fengchi Sword. I quickly chanted an incantation, merging the Luoshui Ring with the Fengchi divine weapon.

Suddenly, with the recitation of the incantation, the Fengchi divine weapon in my hand transformed into a streak of rainbow light, its spinning halo and sword Qi enveloping me entirely.

"A divine weapon indeed. Dachuan, I must thank you; I've been yearning for it for a long time." Xingyun spoke as his single palm morphed into a blade, slashing straight toward my face.

Bang! The moment he reached me, he was repelled by the surrounding sword Qi.

"Xingyun, you're nothing much either." I raised the sword in my hand and thrust it directly at his chest. As the sword's radiance reached his chest, I instantly changed my mind—I couldn't kill him just yet. If I killed him, I would never unravel these mysteries.

With a twist of my wrist, the Fengchi divine weapon pierced straight into his shoulder.

Whoosh!

A wave of air flashed before my eyes, followed by a wisp of black smoke rising from Xingyun's body. Looking at Xingyun again, I found that he had changed, turning into a withered corpse.

What on earth was this situation? Staring at Xingyun transformed into a shriveled husk, I was dumbfounded.