tkworld Chapter 705 Stewing Yourself in a Big Pot
Chapter 705 Stewing Yourself in a Big Pot
Chapter 705 Stewing Yourself in a Big Pot
The golden flames practically boiled the entire Immortal City into a pot of golden soup.
Through the golden flames, Lin Xiaohe saw figures sinking into the soup.
Suddenly, she heard a crisp cracking sound.
Like the mung beans in the pot that have finally been cooked and split open.
The old man selling pancakes on East Street looked like a broken mud doll. A layer of amber-colored hard shell that had covered him for hundreds of years started to peel off from the corners of his eyes, piece by piece, to his feet, revealing a completely different face underneath.
That face looked younger, with no fine lines around its eyes, and it looked familiar.
Lin Xiaohe was shocked.
Xinbao stretched out a branch, seemingly trying to see what was happening in the City of Immortality: "Xiaohe... how did that old ghost turn into Hao Jiejie?"
What's even more chilling is that this flowering mung bean wasn't the only one.
The second mung bean that blooms is a bald monk.
His outer shell began to melt from the top of his head.
Amber-colored fluid trickled down the ring scar, across his forehead, over his eyes, and across his lips.
After the shell was peeled off, the face that was revealed was still Hao Jiejie's.
However, this face was a bit more somber than the old man selling pancakes, with a very faint vertical line between his eyebrows.
She sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, still holding the rosary in her hand, looking at the omnipresent golden flames, and clasped her hands together, chanting a Buddhist mantra. It wasn't "Amitabha," but "Finally, I am liberated."
The mute boy squatted at the city gate, trembling all over.
He opened his mouth, and a single word escaped his throat, which hadn't uttered a sound in three hundred years—"Go home!"
The word was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against an iron plate, but it was crystal clear.
The shell shattered off him piece by piece, revealing a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Hao Jiejie inside. She was younger than any Hao Jiejie Lin Xiaohe had ever seen, with the roundness of a young girl's cheeks.
She looked up at Wang Lin Xiaohe and said, "Thank you."
In the City of Immortality, the shell of the one-armed old woman is peeling off, the shells of the eight Yama Kings are peeling off, and the patrons of [Zirantang] are all falling off.
One after another, all of them showed Hao Jiejie's face.
99,999 faces, 99,999 pairs of eyes, all looking up at the sky from every street, every stall, and every corner.
They didn't speak, but Lin Xiaohe heard 99,999 heartbeats, keeping in sync with Hao Jiejie behind her.
Despite the bizarre scene, Hao Jiejie's hands remained steady as she continued to stir the giant pot of soup.
She said softly, "Lin Xiaohe, don't get distracted. The ingredients are so fresh, we can't waste them."
Lin Xiaohe couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.
Xinbao's little leaf trembled. She had never seen such a crazy person: "Xiaohe, why is she cooking herself in an iron pot?"
No one answered this question.
The golden flames burned for another nine days.
The shadow of the cauldron above the City of Eternal Life burned from pale gold to blazing white, from blazing white to dark red, and finally settled on a layer of burnt black.
The black liquid in the pot stopped bubbling and instead slowly and evenly released fine bubbles, like a pot of simmered soup that had reached the perfect temperature, with even the rhythm of the bubbling exuding a steady quality.
99,999 faces had already melted into this pot of black liquid.
Lin Xiaohe floated in the air, looking down at the black liquid below, then at Hao Jiejie.
Hao Jiejie slowly released her hand, and the shell on her body began to peel off.
A thin crack appeared right in the center of her chest.
"You!" Lin Xiaohe paused.
The black slurry appears to stagnate as a result.
"Don't stop, keep going! You've already mastered my Heavenly Cooking Technique!"
Hao Jiejie scolded sharply until Lin Xiaohe stirred the soup again, at which point her expression softened. She glanced down at the crack in her chest and chuckled, "The soup is cooked enough; it just needs one last ingredient."
Then, without the slightest hesitation, she plunged into the boiling black cauldron like a moth to a flame.
Her body melted the moment it came into contact with the pigment—like paint dissolving in water.
The black liquid swallowed her outline, her body turned into countless tiny specks of light, and her amber shell shattered into powder. The powder blended into the black soup, scattered like stars, like a pot of slow-cooked soup finally reaching its richest point.
The shadow of the pot above the City of Immortality suddenly shrank, shrinking from covering the sky to the size of an ordinary iron pot.
The entire Immortal City is in this pot.
Lin Xiaohe didn't know what the final soup would look like.
But she thought, 99,990 Hao Jiejies, finally the last 1 has arrived.
I can't let you down.
The mist that had enveloped the edge of the City of Immortality had completely dissipated.
Lin Xiaohe's figure, tending the fire and simmering soup, was exposed to the eyes of the three major cities.
The city lord of No Return City was the first to react, cursing loudly, "Damn it! This guy actually... isn't this a trap?!"
The city lord of Rebirth City sensed the astonishing aura of the giant cauldron, his expression extremely solemn: "There's a key inside the cauldron..."
The city lord of No Return said sinisterly, "Not only that, we've all been deceived. After betraying the Goddess Houtu, this guy then formed a cooperation with her!"
We must stop her!
How to stop it?
The observational eye looked across the Po River, towards the dead city.
A group of people from the East gathered.
The Eastern Kingdom's leaders urged, "Quickly! Prepare for battle. Defend Lin Xiaohe to the death!"
Judging from Lin Xiaohe's focused expression, it must be a crucial moment.
In this situation, we must be wary of them causing trouble in both cities.
Holding a merit ruler, Wang Shuxiang stood at the head of the Bojiang Bridge, her eyes warily fixed on the other two cities.
Behind her were puppets poised to strike, a delicate spirit dressed in theatrical robes and wearing a theatrical mask, a nine-tailed fox taut with tension, and a Kunpeng in its incomplete form with wings spanning ten miles...
The city lord of the City of No Return was restless, and the boundary wall shrouded in black mist seemed to come alive, twisting and spitting.
Wang Shuxiang narrowed her eyes slightly and said coldly, "Nine-Tailed Fox, prepare."
"Follow the order!"
The next moment, the nine-tailed fox soared into the air.
In her right hand she held a crimson oiled paper umbrella with an ancient pattern on the surface and dark gold decorations wrapped around the handle. In her left hand she held a gilded halberd with flames swirling around its blade.
A layer of mist appeared beneath her, her figure was graceful and upright, her clothes and nine tails fluttered in the wind, and the aura of water and fire mingled around her reached its peak.
"The fire of Qingqiu will burn away the entire wilderness!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the nine-tailed fox began to transform!
Her long, silvery-white hair was lifted and spread out by the airflow, with translucent flame threads wrapped around the strands.
The fox clan divine markings on his forehead glowed faintly, and his pupils turned into a translucent amber color.
The clothing was reconstructed in the flames, transforming into a battle skirt with a main color scheme of crimson gold and flame red. The fabric was engraved with nine-tailed patterns and flame totems, and the skirt fluttered in the heat waves.
Flame patterns appeared on its arms and legs, its skin glowed faintly, its limbs had a more powerful and explosive force, and its feet gradually transformed into fox claws, the tips of which gleamed with a metallic cold light.
Behind them, where there had been nothing, flames first ignited, and then nine fluffy fox tails burst forth from the flames one after another!
Its tail is silvery-white with layers of flames on the outside, and burning sparks drip from the tip of the tail. Every hair is wrapped in a destructive heat.
The moment the nine-tailed fox completed its transformation into human form, the void behind it trembled violently, and a giant phantom of a nine-tailed celestial fox, its entire body ablaze, burst through the flames and appeared.
The power of the human and the fox merged completely, and the oppressive force of the Qingqiu Fire spread out, causing the surrounding space to gradually crumble under the intense heat.
(End of this chapter)