Chapter 269: Because I Like It, I Am Enchanted By It

Inside a room of the Xinfire Palace, Dongbo Xueying was curled up alone on his bed, trembling, drenched in sweat. He gritted his teeth, barely breathing, occasionally tossing from one side of the bed to the other, his body writhing in silent torment.

Unseen and unheard, his soul was screaming in agony.

There was no one else in the room. Originally, Yu Jingqiu had wanted to stay with him throughout the night, but Dongbo Xueying had insisted she leave. He didn’t want her to witness his pain and breakdown. Even if she stayed by his side, there was nothing she could do. Understanding Dongbo Xueying’s pride, Yu Jingqiu could only nod and leave.

As night passed and the light of dawn began to seep in through the door, the morning sun rose outside.

Yet the pain intensified, gradually reaching its peak.

At this moment, the last trace of medicinal liquid within his body had vanished! The Gui Liu Voodoo Poison erupted with its most ferocious power, its corrosive force exceeding even the regenerative capabilities of his immortal body. Dongbo Xueying was barely holding on through the vitality of his immortal body. Each moment felt like an eternity, but Dongbo Xueying could only clench his teeth and stare ahead, enduring it all.

Yes.

Perhaps his lifespan would only last one or two hundred years, but the longer one lives, the greater the hope, right? Deep in his bones, Dongbo Xueying was never someone who would easily bow or accept fate.

“Xueying, one day has passed. You may now drink the antidote,” said the voice of the armored guard.

“Hmph,” Dongbo Xueying grunted, his breath still heavy and labored.

Instantly, a black gourd appeared out of thin air beside him. Dongbo Xueying manipulated the power of heaven and earth to wrap around the gourd, pulling its stopper open. With a tilt, a stream of bitter medicinal liquid, encased in celestial energy, shot directly into Dongbo Xueying’s throat.

So comfortable! As the liquid entered his body, the Gui Liu Voodoo Poison, which had been rampaging wildly, was immediately suppressed from all directions. The pain rapidly diminished. As the pain lessened, even the bitterness of the antidote was imperceptible. At this moment, there was only one feeling—comfort, real and profound comfort, as if reborn from the brink of death.

“Hu—”

After a while, Dongbo Xueying finally exhaled. The sweat on his body evaporated into nothingness, and his complexion improved significantly. After all, he had an immortal body.

“This was only the first day, yet it was already this unbearable,” Dongbo Xueying said with a faint smile on his lips. Though he felt as if he had just escaped death, he had not fainted at all throughout the day! Admittedly, he had only managed to maintain composure for four hours, spending the remaining eight in excruciating pain on the bed. He retrieved the floating black gourd beside him and rose to his feet.

Creak!

The door opened.

Outside, seated in the courtyard, was the beautiful woman—Yu Jingqiu, clearly waiting for him.

“Master Xueying,” Yu Jingqiu hurried over, her bright eyes filled with concern and care. “How did you endure it? This day must have been difficult for you.”

“Not too bad. At least I didn’t faint,” Dongbo Xueying smiled. “Come, let’s go bid farewell to Palace Master Chen. It’s about time we returned.”

Hardly had the words left his mouth when two figures appeared in an instant—Palace Master Chen and Mountain Master He.

“Haha, Xueying, we’ve been waiting for you,” Palace Master Chen laughed. He controlled the entire Xinfire World, and had known the moment Dongbo Xueying awoke.

“Palace Master Chen, Master He,” Dongbo Xueying smiled. “I’m here to bid farewell. Also, during the raid on the Demon God Cult’s headquarters and the slaying of High Priest Xi Yun, I obtained many treasures. I never had the chance to give them to you before. During the ambush, I used a few life-saving artifacts and also obtained this protective armor. The rest are all here.”

As he spoke, Dongbo Xueying tossed over a storage ring.

“This—capturing the Demon God Cult’s headquarters, slaying the Demon God’s avatar, and many other feats—have yet to be rewarded. These are your spoils of war,” Palace Master Chen said, receiving the ring but immediately attempting to return it.

“Palace Master Chen, the price you paid to save me has already been great enough. The Demon God Cult’s headquarters has accumulated treasures over countless years—powerful formations, unique artifacts, and numerous semi-divine treasures. But as you know, I can no longer cultivate divine energy. What use do I have for these treasures? Even the armor I wear now has diminished power without divine energy to activate it,” Dongbo Xueying said. “These treasures will be more useful in Xia Clan’s hands. Besides, the Demon God and the Witch God are not yet finished with us. The more treasures Xia Clan has, the better prepared we will be. In my hands, they would only be wasted. As for daily use of artifacts, I still have over two million contribution points. That’s more than enough!”

“You should choose something beneficial for yourself, or something for Jingqiu,” Mountain Master He suggested.

Dongbo Xueying and Yu Jingqiu exchanged glances.

“There’s no need. Two million points are sufficient. And I believe Palace Master Chen already suspects that I obtained the treasure left behind by Blackwind Ancestor. I can exchange that for resources. That should be enough for Jingqiu,” Dongbo Xueying replied.

“Fine,” Palace Master Chen hesitated briefly but did not refuse further.

Indeed, the current situation was dire, and Xia Clan truly needed these treasures.

“The Witch God and the Demon God won’t give up easily. Our Xia Clan should take the initiative. I will scout through the Void Realm when the time comes,” Dongbo Xueying said.

“Haha, Xueying, leave that to us,” Palace Master Chen said. “After suffering such a defeat, beings like the Witch God and the Demon God won’t give you another chance. Don’t worry, when we truly need your help, we will definitely ask you to act. For now, your most important task is preparing for your wedding tomorrow.”

Dongbo Xueying smiled. “Alright.”

Palace Master Chen and Mountain Master He secretly sighed.

They had initially thought that after such a setback, Dongbo Xueying’s mindset would surely be affected. Yet they saw that Dongbo Xueying remained undeterred and unshaken. Even his thoughts were still on the Xia Clan, which made them feel deep sorrow—how could such a supremely gifted cultivator fall into such a state?

“Xueying, this is a treasure,” Mountain Master He waved his hand, producing a silver-white sphere nearly a meter in diameter. “Once you refine it, you can control it easily.”

“What is it?” Dongbo Xueying asked in confusion.

“This sphere originally contained a powerful formation array. Activating it can shatter the space within a hundred-mile radius!” Mountain Master He explained. “It’s a treasure specifically designed to counter spatial locks. However, activating the array requires divine energy, so I modified it. I added an energy source inside, allowing you to activate it with just a slight exertion of your spiritual power. With this, the space within a hundred-mile radius will shatter, allowing your Piercing True Intent to easily evade and adapt. If the Witch God’s sword attempts to target you again, it will find it hard to touch you.”

Dongbo Xueying was amazed.

A treasure to counter spatial locks? Even the Demon God Cult’s artifacts didn’t include such a thing. Truly, the Xia Clan’s heritage was extraordinary. Yet Dongbo Xueying understood its rarity.

“I’ll carry it with me,” Dongbo Xueying hesitated.

“Don’t hesitate. Take it. We suspect the Witch God and the Demon God won’t expend great effort against you again, but it’s better to be prepared. If a great war erupts in the future and we need it, you can return it to the Xia Clan,” Palace Master Chen said.

Dongbo Xueying nodded.

“Xueying, do you and Yu Jingqiu have any other requests?” Palace Master Chen asked.

“None,” Dongbo Xueying replied immediately but hesitated briefly. “Well, how about this—does the Xia Clan have the ‘Transcendent Seven-Leaf Flower’? Prepare five for me.”

Title-ranked cultivators can undergo ‘Transcendence,’ becoming pseudo-transcendents!

Pseudo-transcendents can live for eight hundred years.

However, this process is perilous, bearing an exceedingly high mortality rate. Much like the maternal lineage of Yu Jingqiu, the patriarch of the Mo Yang Clan was a pseudo-transcendent! Numerous pseudo-transcendents still exist, averaging dozens per province. In truth, certain malevolent deities and demonic gods undergo ‘demonization’ and ‘deification,’ which are also manifestations of physical transcendence—albeit fraught with even greater peril.

Although dangerous, the cost is relatively low. Title-ranked cultivators only need to pay a small price, such as pledging some freedom after success, and the Earth Temple will assist them in one ‘Transcendence’ process.

With its modest heritage, the Mo Yang Clan could afford the cost for one Transcendence.

The ‘Transcendent Seven-Leaf Flower’ is a special medicinal formula passed down by the Xia Clan’s ancestral deities, shaped like a flower, capable of safely achieving Transcendence. In fact, the cost is relatively low, but the Xia Clan sells it at a steep price of ‘ten thousand pounds of primal stones per portion’! It’s quite a hefty price. After all, even the Mo Yang Clan could afford the regular Transcendence process.

But normally, only half-divine beings could afford the ‘Transcendent Seven-Leaf Flower’.

“If my family members struggle to achieve Transcendence, they can also use the Transcendent Seven-Leaf Flower,” Dongbo Xueying said, though the prerequisite is becoming a Title-ranked cultivator.

“I’ll give you five!” Palace Master Chen said.

Sold at ten thousand pounds of primal stones per portion, the actual cost was only around one thousand pounds of primal stones. This was also how the Xia Clan accumulated primal stones.

“I still have plenty of contribution points,” Dongbo Xueying said.

“Enough, take the five Transcendent Seven-Leaf Flowers without hesitation,” Palace Master Chen insisted.

“Haha, alright then. Palace Master Chen, Master He, I won’t linger any longer. I’ll take my leave now,” Dongbo Xueying said.

“Alright, we’ll come to congratulate you tomorrow.”

Palace Master Chen and Master He watched the two depart.

Looking down at the storage ring in his hand, Palace Master Chen frowned, his eyebrows sharp as blades: “It’s really frustrating! Dongbo Xueying’s talent is beyond comprehension. Such a prodigy, with less than a century of cultivation, has already been reduced to nothing, becoming a cripple.”

Like a brilliant star shining across the sky, only to fade and fall into darkness.

“Everyone has their own fate,” Master He said. “At least Xueying’s life has been glorious.”

…

Whoosh!

Relying on the Ultimate Piercing True Intent and tearing through spatial channels, Dongbo Xueying arrived above Xueshi Castle.

Looking down, it was early spring, and the entire mountain was blanketed in white snow!

“Miss Jingqiu, I always knew you two would get married, but I thought you transcendent beings would drag it out, maybe even until I close my eyes,” Mo Yangyu happily said at noon, sitting at the dining table. “Xueying, Qing Shi is on his way back with his girlfriend. He should arrive by evening! Qing Shi, always dragging his feet.”

“This time I’ll have to talk some sense into Qing Shi. He can’t keep focusing solely on his magic cultivation. He should get married first,” Dongbo Xueying smiled. “Maybe getting married and changing his mood will help Qing Shi break through to transcendence.”

“I’m full. I’ll go for a walk,” Dongbo Xueying stood up.

“Miss Jingqiu, come, keep me company and chat,” Mo Yangyu was in high spirits today.

“Don’t bother them. You’re wasting their time,” Dongbo Lie frowned beside them.

“It’s fine,” Yu Jingqiu smiled.

To this day, Dongbo Xueying had not told his parents about his condition. He had no intention of revealing it, believing that with time, his parents would gradually find out.

Walking alone through the familiar castle.

The passing servants were all respectfully deferential, their hearts filled with excitement for this most brilliant figure in the Dongbo family.

Yet, most of the servants from his childhood were no longer around. After all, those who lived past a hundred were rare, and only those who reached the Star King level could live that long. Clearly, very few of the old servants had achieved such a level.

Boom!

The closed doors of the training ground were pushed open by Dongbo Xueying.

Looking at the training ground, where the snow had already been cleared away, Dongbo Xueying smiled.

Long ago…

In his youth, he had trained with his spear here every day, like a madman.

With a flick of his wrist, Dongbo Xueying conjured forth a long spear wreathed in swirling flames. He began weaving his spear arts with effortless mastery—the weapon undulating like a celestial dragon at his command, its sweeps roaring with thunderous fury while its thrusts flashed with lightning’s precision. Though the creeping agony of the Voodoo Curse gnawed at his flesh, Dongbo Xueying’s consciousness remained utterly immersed in the dance of his spear.

Unlike comprehending true intent, which required all his mental effort to deduce.

In this moment.

He had no other thoughts, even his mind was clear and empty! He was simply giving his all, freely and joyfully, only feeling the purest joy from deep within his heart.

It was precisely because of his genuine passion for spear techniques that Dongbo Xueying achieved such extraordinary feats in his youth! He even delved into and mastered the Ultimate Piercing True Intent, the Void Realm True Intent, and the Star Realm True Intent… Yet for reasons unknown, after grasping the rudiments of three second-tier true intents, Dongbo Xueying increasingly relied on true intent, devoting himself entirely to deducing, refining, and perfecting it.

But now, it was as if he were a child again, purely practicing the spear out of love, not thinking about true intent, completely with a childlike heart, freely practicing the spear. This feeling was even more joyful.

Because I love it, I am obsessed with it.